Do Not Climb The Stairs, Open Your Mouth (lyrics, bling)

Trauma · 03-11-2007, 11:25 PM

"Do Not Climb The Stairs, Open Your Mouth"

Feet of children sprint up a winding stair
That curls around their heads like wind-swept hair
Pinnacle of light coming from a chandelier
As darkness recedes stairs find echoes

Darting eyes lift to the rafters and
Place children on the roof with a helping hand
Destination comes in the reverse frame of existence
Ethereal dream-state conquering consciousness

Falling back up to the closed door
Tumbling into a tumult of shouts resounding in the hardwood floor
Many things have come and gone
All except this staircase on which we are stuck

Peace be told when animosity has perished
Many wait until old age for life to be cherished
Viscous thoughts clog the mind for far too long
So many muscles required for words to flow through the mouth

-Jake

enemyat_thesix · 03-11-2007, 11:36 PM

* Viscous, if I'm not mistaken.

It works as a screamo song, as the lyrics hold meaning for the writer alone. Everyone else is left to either speculate or endow the words with their own personal significance. I suppose that could be construed as a good thing or a bad thing.

Trauma · 03-11-2007, 11:47 PM

Thank you for the sepllnig.

A lot of songs could work as screamo songs, all lyrics hold their true place in the mind of the writer.
I need to make it a goal to connect with the reader more though, I get what you're saying.
Crowe suggested this to me, I trust both of your thoughts.

enemyat_thesix · 03-12-2007, 01:36 AM

A balance between obscurity and blatancy is best, but hard to achieve.

sleepy jack · 03-12-2007, 01:37 AM

Children, not chlidren.

Trauma · 03-12-2007, 08:05 AM

Bitch-ass.

03-11-2007, 11:25 PM	#1 (permalink)
Trauma snickers Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: detroit Posts: 2,194	Do Not Climb The Stairs, Open Your Mouth "Do Not Climb The Stairs, Open Your Mouth" Feet of children sprint up a winding stair That curls around their heads like wind-swept hair Pinnacle of light coming from a chandelier As darkness recedes stairs find echoes Darting eyes lift to the rafters and Place children on the roof with a helping hand Destination comes in the reverse frame of existence Ethereal dream-state conquering consciousness Falling back up to the closed door Tumbling into a tumult of shouts resounding in the hardwood floor Many things have come and gone All except this staircase on which we are stuck Peace be told when animosity has perished Many wait until old age for life to be cherished Viscous thoughts clog the mind for far too long So many muscles required for words to flow through the mouth -Jake __________________ A mi no me importa nada Para mi la vida es un sueño Last edited by Trauma; 03-12-2007 at 08:05 AM.

03-11-2007, 11:47 PM	#3 (permalink)
Trauma snickers Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: detroit Posts: 2,194	Thank you for the sepllnig. A lot of songs could work as screamo songs, all lyrics hold their true place in the mind of the writer. I need to make it a goal to connect with the reader more though, I get what you're saying. Crowe suggested this to me, I trust both of your thoughts. __________________ A mi no me importa nada Para mi la vida es un sueño

03-12-2007, 08:05 AM	#6 (permalink)
Trauma snickers Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: detroit Posts: 2,194	Bitch-ass. __________________ A mi no me importa nada Para mi la vida es un sueño