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05-09-2005, 03:09 PM | #1 (permalink) | |
Bright F*cking Red
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: San Diego
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memories for the dead
this is one of my bands songs. it will probably be the first one we record. tell me what you think
who am i? what am i? am i everything i should be? living everyday moment by moment regertting the past while fearing the future holding on to dying feelings as they slip away chorus: im just a fleeting memory a photograph faded to black i have no future left just an unhappy beginning kill the lights kill the sound its all over now your face is all thats left to remember but even it is disappearing as i scream for one last chance that i know will never come just like the old memories wont roses turn from red to black and the dead wish for life again so i say my final line finish my final scene and silently walk off stage withoug the crowd knowing
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05-10-2005, 10:57 AM | #4 (permalink) |
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Join Date: Feb 2004
Location: DC
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i don't like the first stanza but after that it picks up nicely. I especially like the tie in to a live audience. i feel the same way sometimes. some of the kids at our shows know songs and even some of my friends have my bands songs quoted in their online profiles but non of them really know what drove me to write it. very deep dude.
sounds Rise Against-ish. is it?
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05-10-2005, 11:21 AM | #5 (permalink) | ||
Bright F*cking Red
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Location: San Diego
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we sorta take after bands more like atreyu, but with some of our stuff you might hear a rise against influence. this song in particular is not though.
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How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know. Why do I start what I can't finish? Oh please, don't barrage me with questions to all those ugly answers. My ego's like my stomach- it keeps shitting what I feed it. But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore.. maybe I can wait in bed 'til she comes home. and whispers.... Quote:
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