an empire of jamaican rhythms
floating through my ears
while comments of shared surroundings
are no more than a pain in my rear
that i can't fix with beer
can i find peace
when i'm a walking truce of hatred
will there be peace in the middle east
when nothing left is sacred
i can barely take it
i can't even fake it
a sea of chronic greenery
burning through my past
affecting my observation of scenery
but the sublime can't last
a broken mind with no cast
can i find peace
when i'm a walking truce of hatred
will there be peace in the middle east
when nothing left is sacred
i can barely take it
i can't even fake it
adrenal anger twisting my intestines
bent metal support beams
a diarrheal diary doctoring the uninteresting
into a geek's wet dreams
of jealous verbal streams
can i find peace
when i'm a walking truce of hatred
will there be peace in the middle east
when nothing left is sacred
i can barely take it
i can't even fake it
"when i'm a walking truce of hatred
will there be peace in the middle east
when nothing left is sacred"
You're on the right track with these words.
You're signalling the ambiguity of 'truce' and 'hatred' and nice rhyme with 'sacred.'
Closer to the truth than these other 'get on the bandwagon' type songs about the war now. Stick to the real truth and you can't go wrong. There's nothing glamourous about war or soldiering. Stay with that angle.
L and K,
Portamento - The ability to move from a wrong note to the right one without anyone noticing the original mistake.
Harmonics - The buzzing sound that string instruments make.
Impromptu - A carefully worked out composition.
