[master mixer]

These are some trippy lyrics of mine...

All about you hear the sound
Of those who’s bodies fall to ground
To where do we run when it’s all around
The masses are against the town

Why do we run just to hide
When the demons are inside
Fire burning fire’s life
All the power all the strife

Fire consuming all the wrath
Or is it just a simpler path
To lead us to a new found way
That takes a trail to the eternal grave

Take three strokes on the bell
There are those that wouldn’t tell
If you know then wish the well
Existence is a living hell

If there is one it will be
The holy grail of the sea
The fire that doesn’t burn
The only thing without a word

It is that that also isn’t
Something dead and something risen
To be the beholder and to hold
To know powers of the untold

Searching and finding all at once
Ruining all the nameless fun
Turning stones that never were
The clock strikes 12 on all of Earth

Time itself stands still
As the gift is simply will
To know the anger to know the hate
Of those that do create

1or 100 you decide
The fate of all will coincide
Together we stand, together we fall
Life is a ladder known to all

[Gobbler]

*unh* *tiss* *unh* *tiss* *unh* *tiss*

Sorry about that, but lyrics without sound can barely get through to me.

[Heccubus]

Thanks for the contribution, but I think this might be more geared towards the Screening Room, which is where we post our own writing, comics, art, etc. It tends to see more traffic than my precious music forum anyway.
I'll bump it over there.

[Wayne]

Adaptation and selection. (Doo doo do.)
Cleared out all of my infection.

I don't need longevity,
All I need is brevity.

Why'd I follow those directions.
Knew they needed some corrections.

I don't need longevity,
All I need is brevity.
I don't need longevity
When all I got is brevity.

Fin.

This post has been edited by Wayne: 09 February 2006 - 09:30 PM

[Otal Nimrodi]

Hey, it's Wayne! Hello Wayne!

[Wayne]

Hello. Sorry It's been awhile, I've had some stuff at home thats been eating up a ton of time.

[master mixer]

Back and forth wash the waves of time
Tearing away at the life of mine
Satisfied for a simple crime
To understand the rythm of rhyme

Once again I must remind
All the pain of life's dull grind
crime and passion seem so sublime
when the life isn't mine...

[Otal Nimrodi]

What sort of stuff is that?

[master mixer]

It is the type of stuff that you won't ever comprehend, it will stay in your head and consume...like a fire

[Heccubus]

Okay, music snob time.

These lyrics strike me as either being remarkably self-indulgent, or just meandering pseudo-surrealist rambling. The only strong point you have is a solid rhyming structure, but even that's rigid and unimaginitive.
Also, your "you won't ever comprehend" comment struck me as being incredibly self-righteous and pretentious.

[Despondent]

it will stay in your head and consume...like a fire

you tend. To the sound of the celestial choir.

I liked it. I read it aloud, like a rap or sing-song. It's kind of random, obviously. It could use some refinement. But there are some nice turns, I thought. Can't imagine the kind of music that would go underneath. Maybe the Hypoid sound.

[Gobbler]

I've read it with the Banana Phone song in the background... that's some scary stuff.

[Despondent]

Yes. It is pretty dark. I hope it wasn't an earnest exp​ression of actual mood.

[master mixer]

Mood is irrelevant, life is irrelevant

[ion eon]

Master mixer
Lyric fixer
Master mixer
lyric sixer

Typing up this creepy stuff
after one line I've had enough
the rhyme and meter are tough and rough
bringin bout' insnaity like cop cuffs

tell me why you're this insane
wandering about feeling pain
or is this all one giant game
to mess and maim our domain