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Just a song I'm writing on the fly, to see if I'm any good at this sort of thing.
For a general guide think acoustic Motion City Soundtrack, with a more generic singer. If That makes sense.

*Each line that ends in a comma means a pause in the words, anything without a comma reads straight onto the next line. And if theres an 'enter' space then its the next verse. Yep. Here goes.


I Guess You Could Call This a Realization

Oh, the city dawns,
Lasting impressions
As I lose direction,
Cast in-between moments of nothing,
They all ignore me
Shuttered inside their minds,
But I can see,
That in-between
Is what we're all looking for

Oh, suburbia,
A brand new kind
Of suffering,
And monotony,
Why can't they see,
This bitterly loved hell,
For a perfect world has crime,

Oh, the countryside,
I find myself losing touch,
Such sad beauty,
Give it away,
It doesn't deserve us
Let it desert us,
And it's dying song echoes
So fragile yet lush,
It so beckons me

Can this be human?
I don't want to feel
The meaning anymore,

I'll pack my bags,
And hope for ignorance
Blessed ignorance

(Song winds down, and this is now spoken word as the final notes are played. Spoken quickly though, its not as long as it looks)

And what is it to realize
That which I've known all along
Call it instinct
But we know fate
The only answer comes from not asking
To see the future is to feel the past
That which is not written holds the sweetest taste
Savored in the sands of time
And the moments to let go
Will bethe ones wanted back
Oh, when will we realize
That life is an endless circle
Of tossing away
And searching for what was lost
And this I won't remember
But hidden in the in-between
For the next to understand
I've already forgotten

*final notes*I guess you could call this a realization



All criticism is welcome, I'm trying to improve my writing in general.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup,
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns...
Last edited by Davus at Jul 14, 2008,
#2
i liked it, especially the spoken word part.
Nerdo-sez-bo wrote:

Bon Jovi can just **** off really.

Life is one big question when your starin at the clock
And the answers always waiting at the liquor store, 40 oz to Freedom
#3
Thanks. Any parts you didn't like/ places where I could improve though? This is just to improve my writing.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup,
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns...