Magicman
Dark Initiate
Sexy Commando
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Post by Magicman on Sept 15, 2004 0:08:37 GMT -5
This is a song. I have the tune in my head. I can't compose music, though, so you won't get to hear it. =P
If someone wants to write sheet music for what they think this should be set to (ha!), that'd be great.
Spilling My Guts To An Ever-Decreasing Audience Of Ghosts
Sometimes I feel like it's all bottled up Inside of me, in my bowels It's dark in there, things start to smell Can't keep it hidden for long
So I spill my guts to an ever-decreasing audience It's made up of ghosts I type away, recorded in telephone lines I spill my guts
Registered on a service Nobody uses Except for the ghosts I type away, recorded in telephone lines I spill my guts
Repeating words, Recording injuries, Spreading gossip at hand. Spilling my guts to a decreasing audience I can't understand
They say it helps Get rid of the anger They may be right, I don't know
Who am I to take Advice from a phantom When I can't Keep Out The Glow?
So I spill my guts to an ever-decreasing audience It's made up of ghosts I type away, recorded in telephone lines I spill my guts
The people flow in... Where did they come from, Which far away land? Will they pick up the pieces Of my large intestine Put it together at length?
Maybe someday Someone somewhere will Understand my soul, But until then I preach to the ghosts I spill my guts.
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Oct 13, 2004 1:03:16 GMT -5
this definitely had a different subject matter than most lyrics that i find in this board. you have unique ideas, magicman.
i especially enjoyed this particular stanza.. nicely put.
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