Letters
kdudala
Posts: 17
Hi,
I've managed to put together some stuff with my admittedly limited musical talents. I'd love for you guys to check it out and offer comments. You can use the message board on the page or you can post on here, whatever works for you. Here's a sample. I hope your own creative pursuits are going well.
http://www.soundclick.com/wouldyoupleasestoptalking
Peace,
Kalyan
Letters-B (4:29)
In the afternoon sun dunes turn into oases
Fools turn into kings, gods into demons...the dead come to life...and the living turn into the dead
And in the madness
You'd be forgiven for thinking a child was the enemy
they say The enemy is the enemy is the enemy
Among the teeming masses, there's no shortage of heroes
A man kills himself taking a few others with him, he's suddenly a martyr
His life has found meaning, its now worth living
its too bad there's nobody left to live it
I sent her off in a box yesterday
8 by 5, wrapped in stars and lopsided stripes
nineteen years old...too young to buy a drink at the bar...old enough to die
divided we fall, united we fall
I guess life's lessons only go so far
After the dust has settled
When the nightmares have faded
The children will play, without fear
Under skies blue. There will be no shadows
Or Pride, or fools, or violence
Just a starry night, and me, and you
I'm sorry sweetheart, who am I fooling here
We both know there is no such place
I've managed to put together some stuff with my admittedly limited musical talents. I'd love for you guys to check it out and offer comments. You can use the message board on the page or you can post on here, whatever works for you. Here's a sample. I hope your own creative pursuits are going well.
http://www.soundclick.com/wouldyoupleasestoptalking
Peace,
Kalyan
Letters-B (4:29)
In the afternoon sun dunes turn into oases
Fools turn into kings, gods into demons...the dead come to life...and the living turn into the dead
And in the madness
You'd be forgiven for thinking a child was the enemy
they say The enemy is the enemy is the enemy
Among the teeming masses, there's no shortage of heroes
A man kills himself taking a few others with him, he's suddenly a martyr
His life has found meaning, its now worth living
its too bad there's nobody left to live it
I sent her off in a box yesterday
8 by 5, wrapped in stars and lopsided stripes
nineteen years old...too young to buy a drink at the bar...old enough to die
divided we fall, united we fall
I guess life's lessons only go so far
After the dust has settled
When the nightmares have faded
The children will play, without fear
Under skies blue. There will be no shadows
Or Pride, or fools, or violence
Just a starry night, and me, and you
I'm sorry sweetheart, who am I fooling here
We both know there is no such place
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