More songs! Two!

terminal velocityterminal velocity Posts: 73
edited August 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
First up is White Lies. This song has been in me for years. I wrote the instrumental 4 years ago, and most of the words 3 years ago, and I always knew they went together. I don't know why I never actually tried to sing it before!

http://www.sendspace.com/file/pez0rf

White Lies

Some idiot words could constitute crime
To doubt the absurd would surely be wise

Improvise lines and swear they’re legit
Spreading fiction by will of the fist

White lie’s what you see
White lie’s what you see

No words left unsaid, no image unseen
Memories misread were few and far between

That clever endeavor was all a disguise
But what better path for a criminal mind?

White lie’s what you see
White lie’s what you see, but it’s rotten underneath

Pictures, they fade, and pages erase
Once a quick mind; now absent of pace

Tongue touches flesh and burns from the taste
Wound becomes scar leaving beauty defaced

White lies.
wind howls through our new haircuts
the water rushes 'round
heaven knows there's not one thing left to say
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  • I posted the lyrics to this a couple days ago. Since I recorded this this morning, I have changed how I want the final version to be, but didn't want to record again, and that meant lopping the end off. I don't know if it will change beyond that, so just imagine a proper return from the bridge & fade :/

    http://www.sendspace.com/file/4fi3au

    Stupid Drunk

    Life in the lap of luxury, all expenses paid
    Somehow you'd see fit to throw it all away.
    Twenty-some years, you've been at it, getting free rides
    Still only ever one thing on your wandering mind

    "Gotta, gotta get it down,
    get it down my throat.
    Get it down my throat
    and mess with, mess with my mind"

    Sacrifice anything to the altered state
    No, this isn't yesterday, but exactly the same.
    And no one can stop you, you're getting away
    with selling your future and getting short changed

    Still saying,
    "Gotta, gotta get it down,
    get it down my throat.
    Get it down my throat
    and mess with, mess with my mind"

    It's not a life, it's a remainder
    It's a free fall and a crash
    Maybe you'll earn some sense and take it back
    Take it back
    wind howls through our new haircuts
    the water rushes 'round
    heaven knows there's not one thing left to say
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