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02-05-2007, 11:27 PM | #1 (permalink) |
Don't think twice
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The Hills above the clouds
In the trappings of the night
we have arrived Where they've broken all the mirrors and criticism runs like rivers It gets bent out of shape here And mortal beings can dissapear These numbers will shine pure and clear And oh as the sound distorts My hands reach for an angel of sorts We melt together and blend our thoughts And we touch, oh we touch Spinning out around and round They bring us down to skim the ground slow, slow, slow, slow Scream behind a black and white screen And to live with you how could it seem because all we do is mask the dirt to once more be clean And in the blessing of the morning We have left again * this song is about nitrous oxide, im not condoning usage of it, but thats where it came from.
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Painstaking devotion and love Surrendered to self preservation From others who care for themselves A blindness that touches perfection But hurts just like anything else Isolation, isolation, isolation |
02-06-2007, 03:21 PM | #6 (permalink) | |
Ban Captain Caveman
Join Date: Jan 2007
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Clarification, especially in pieces like this, is crucial. Not enough here. Your rhymes are bland. Ground/round, are you serious? Lack of good imagery, or much at all make for a boring piece. Sorry. You don't even mention NO2 here. Sorry, especially since you liked my piece, but that's how the cookie crumbles, dawg.
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02-06-2007, 05:04 PM | #7 (permalink) |
Don't think twice
Join Date: Dec 2005
Location: A basement on the hill
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cool, yeah some of those words are rather boring. im gonna cut the first lines off totally, they dont really link up with the rest cause its not real a self loathing situation. ill work on fixing the second verse up and then hit yall up with an edit sometime soon. if i can remember...
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Painstaking devotion and love Surrendered to self preservation From others who care for themselves A blindness that touches perfection But hurts just like anything else Isolation, isolation, isolation |
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