it's only 'cause they all sound the same -
just syllables we stick in frames
to give meaning where there is no meaning.
Working on some new music.
tiredchild
If I'm bad with names,
it's only 'cause they all sound the same -
just syllables we stick in frames
to give meaning where there is no meaning.
Working on some new music.
it's only 'cause they all sound the same -
just syllables we stick in frames
to give meaning where there is no meaning.
Working on some new music.
Tags: 
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new song"We Lived Like Candles" C.O. 11.5.2009
Julia's eyes were tired and dry
by the time she arrived at your home in the canyon.
The summer was long, and she wasn't so strong,
but she moved right along, 'cause she felt so compelled.
She slept on the couch 'til the cushions wore out,
then she packed up her bags, left a note on the table.
And then she was gone with a wave and a yawn,
and you never laid eyes on her thin form again.
Please place her grave next to mine when it's all said and done.
Julia's eyes were wild and wide.
It was clear that she thrived on the thrill of the ride.
Her hands reached the sky, but the moon was too high,
so she tried and she tried, but it still passed her by.
They all came around and they soon reach the ground
without making a sound - she had stars in her hands.
The gates soon detached, and the doorman held the latch,
and ushered them out in the bright night around.
"Please place my grave in this ground when it's all said and done"
And my girl, when it's over,
we won't even feel sad,
for we lived like candles
with wicks on both ends.
Julia sighs as she lays by your side.
In this bedroom, she hides from the big world outside.
The street lights come on, and stay bright until dawn,
but the two of you sleep 'til the shadows are gone.
Please place our graves in this ground when it's all said and done.
Cam
Julia's eyes were tired and dry
by the time she arrived at your home in the canyon.
The summer was long, and she wasn't so strong,
but she moved right along, 'cause she felt so compelled.
She slept on the couch 'til the cushions wore out,
then she packed up her bags, left a note on the table.
And then she was gone with a wave and a yawn,
and you never laid eyes on her thin form again.
Please place her grave next to mine when it's all said and done.
Julia's eyes were wild and wide.
It was clear that she thrived on the thrill of the ride.
Her hands reached the sky, but the moon was too high,
so she tried and she tried, but it still passed her by.
They all came around and they soon reach the ground
without making a sound - she had stars in her hands.
The gates soon detached, and the doorman held the latch,
and ushered them out in the bright night around.
"Please place my grave in this ground when it's all said and done"
And my girl, when it's over,
we won't even feel sad,
for we lived like candles
with wicks on both ends.
Julia sighs as she lays by your side.
In this bedroom, she hides from the big world outside.
The street lights come on, and stay bright until dawn,
but the two of you sleep 'til the shadows are gone.
Please place our graves in this ground when it's all said and done.
Cam
No bloviations - bloviate
Should have another new song posted in the next few days.
I have the first two verses written. Just need a bridge and verse three, and we're set.
Apart from that, nothing much going on. I managed to pull my back somehow, so I am essentially just hobbling around waiting for it to get better so I can get on with it.
Hope all is well with everyone.
Uni fängt im Januar an.
Cam
I have the first two verses written. Just need a bridge and verse three, and we're set.
Apart from that, nothing much going on. I managed to pull my back somehow, so I am essentially just hobbling around waiting for it to get better so I can get on with it.
Hope all is well with everyone.
Uni fängt im Januar an.
Cam
No bloviations - bloviate
Tags: new song
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"Make it Home" C.O. 10.25.2009
When we slept, it was dawn
The night was already gone,
but we pulled down the curtains and shut out its shine
and we slept 'til the moon came back on.
We are creatures of dusk.
We live like this, for we must.
Our eyes hate the light, and it singes our skin,
so we wait 'til the daylight is dust.
The stars cradle our eyes
They descend from the skies,
and wrap us in blankets of soft, fading glows
'til the morning has left us and died.
The morning will leave us alive 'til we make it home.
I am warm in my shell ;
it's my own private hell,
but the place is familiar and the flames keep me warm.
These demons have stories to tell.
I'm a room with no doors,
full of self-contained wars.
The battles are bloody, but the bodies are few,
so I'll pick up the flag and march on.
The stars cradle my eyes.
They look down from the skies,
and wrap me in shrouds of the shadows around
'til the morning has left me and died.
Then I wake up alive and carry on home.
Winter came pretty late.
Guess it didn't check the date,
but we bundled and waited for its damp, windy chill
that soon would encompass the state.
The stars cradle our eyes;
they descend from the skies
and wrap us in blankets of soft, fading glows
'til the morning has left us and died.
The morning will leave us alive 'til we make it home.
'Til we make it home.
~Fin
"Make it Home" C.O. 10.25.2009
When we slept, it was dawn
The night was already gone,
but we pulled down the curtains and shut out its shine
and we slept 'til the moon came back on.
We are creatures of dusk.
We live like this, for we must.
Our eyes hate the light, and it singes our skin,
so we wait 'til the daylight is dust.
The stars cradle our eyes
They descend from the skies,
and wrap us in blankets of soft, fading glows
'til the morning has left us and died.
The morning will leave us alive 'til we make it home.
I am warm in my shell ;
it's my own private hell,
but the place is familiar and the flames keep me warm.
These demons have stories to tell.
I'm a room with no doors,
full of self-contained wars.
The battles are bloody, but the bodies are few,
so I'll pick up the flag and march on.
The stars cradle my eyes.
They look down from the skies,
and wrap me in shrouds of the shadows around
'til the morning has left me and died.
Then I wake up alive and carry on home.
Winter came pretty late.
Guess it didn't check the date,
but we bundled and waited for its damp, windy chill
that soon would encompass the state.
The stars cradle our eyes;
they descend from the skies
and wrap us in blankets of soft, fading glows
'til the morning has left us and died.
The morning will leave us alive 'til we make it home.
'Til we make it home.
~Fin
Yes.
I am still alive.
Just in case anyone within this vast catacomb of URLs and such was wondering.
Working on new music ; working on moving along.
Cam
I am still alive.
Just in case anyone within this vast catacomb of URLs and such was wondering.
Working on new music ; working on moving along.
Cam
No bloviations - bloviate
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