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03-22-2021, 03:57 PM | #1 (permalink) |
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Horse Wallace's Collection
This is a song I wrote called Weatherhead, feedback appreciated
I went to breathe it all in I went to stop and start again I went to go my on and on Lost in twisting visions of your amphetamines And what could anything mean At all (Chorus chords) I'm scared of what you do not say And god I gave you the okay So lace your shoes and walk away And god you laced my shoes in some sort of sailors knot Am I some sort of afterthought To you? Is there a star Is there a star beneath your stairs? Your stairs? Is there a star Is there a star beneath your stairs? Your stairs? My eyes are somewhere underground The box spring on the merry-go-round In all I've heard in all I've found My eyes are somewhere in the lake It's psychosomatic and its opaque Shivering static in sepia waves So I'm losing sinking ships on personalities Guage your control of me While you're there And carbon feeling flames all washing over me Can't tear two eyes to see Me there I fell Please be honest Please be honest And I fell Don't hide Please be honest Please be honest Please don't hide I know It's for catharsis And please be honest and I know I don't mind Please be honest If you're honest I don't mind "Mom and dad I guess I couldn't please us both You know you mean the most To me" "Mom and dad I guess I couldn't please us both You know you mean the most To me" Last edited by Horsewallace; 03-25-2021 at 01:36 AM. |
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Moving. When the lyrics went 'chorus chords' I really felt that
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03-24-2021, 02:39 PM | #3 (permalink) |
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Another song
It's not art
Meaning and moving is not what I'm doing It's just proof proof of a promise to myself I'm sinking, I sink beneath the floorboards every time And if i fall beneath the weight, well I just hope I spread out nice It brings me peace, breaks me in pieces It brings me peace, breaks me in pieces I miss it, can't say I ever had a reason why It's just a smile for myself, It's just a smile for the outside Brings me peace, cuts me in pieces It brings me peace, cuts me in pieces It's hard, every day I just wanna show you I want you to see It hurts, I hate what I do I don't wanna feel it Anymore I'm weak, I hate it when you say "Are you sure?" I miss it every day And it hurts, I hate what I do I don't wanna feel it I don't wanna feel it I need his ambition I'll have to tell myself again "Man all the pretty things, The pretty things won't be your friends." I think I could've wished And put a tracker in the bear Man I ran for 184 days and it led me there. And all of my old friends Still at the bottom of the lake Well are you waiting for? What are you waiting for? It's hard being two ears With zero problems of my own Man I'm a passenger in spirit on all the planes that you have flown It's hard being afraid of turning at the sign Well man it's hard to feel conveyed When its just hard to find the time |
03-25-2021, 10:28 PM | #4 (permalink) |
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Another song, no name
60bpm
And I found it on my own Well let's comfort me, I do I don't wanna be alone And I hook my voice up to the box Well ink from my fingers covers keys it fastens locks If I cant heal I won't reshape Electric eels May take my place And so what if I Don't ever bloom There's no memory Inside the womb And you take these snapshots in your memory but will you even remember me I'm just right out of frame And now that I've plucked you from the ground Well I watch the white fuzz fall around me As I blow your head away I wanna wake up with no memory I'd hit my head and all my life would go away And I don't wanna have a say in things So just pull the trigger It'll give me time to think And so what if I Don't ever learn Well not to call Just to confirm And my hands are tied Up by your promise So you decide Well if I saw it 55bpm In a soft My soft silly, snowy town I lost at my center of things In a soft My soft silly, snowy town I lost at my center of things 50bpm Well If I'm a worm On the sidewalk Then rain is good I'll wash the sun off |
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