here's a song, well poem, but what ya gonna do, eh!?
the music is just an assortment of chords, key changes, and loads of dissonance matching the sad parts, chord changes are after every two lines
you feel
too good
you know
too well
you're wrong
again
and it
is good
you are broken
they are seamless
your mind so set
self-destruction
chorus
what is good
what is god
who are you
this purple room
you love
yourself
they love
this man
you are
this man
but you
don't care
got something good
under your skin
coarsing so fast
moving so slow
chorus
the brain
is mush
your drugs
are strong
these drugs
are wrong
you are
far gone
your feet
rise up
up off the ground
pounding pounding
your head centered
the pain around
an escape comes
:shock: I didn't know that's what I was thinking about :D
I don't follow my dreams, I just ask em' where they're going and catch up with them later.
-Mitch Hedburg
Did you see that!
I think you have something here. I think of something spoken with some weird music acompanying. You like Waits, right? Maybe something a little bit like "What's he building in there?".
But I think you should work with it a little more. When I read the lyric, I think of hybris, or being maniac. If that's what you also think of, I think you should work on the lyric to make that feeling stand out more.
