*sits in silence gazing at screen*

You nearly made me cry! *uber hugs* Some of the best people die before their time, and while it's cruel, it immortalizes them. But it still sucks for everyone left behind. *sits in more silence*


You're making me want to write something. I came up with an idea and everything last night. You little inspirer, you.

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Sorry but *giggle fits* I know that's not suppost to be funny...but it's all frikin awesome! *inspiration*

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*hugs the two of you* Thanks. ^_^

I wrote this one sometime last week. I can't remember what exactly was going through my mind at the time but this is the end product.

There is No Excuse

Ring around the rosie
A pocket full of posie
Ashes, ashes
We all fall down!

Look back to the simple songs you sang
During the innocent times you played
Children never realize these things
Never even wonder what they may mean
By the time you age into your fathers
Will you remember the singing?
Teach blindly to the children
These ancient songs of subliminal knowledge

Tradition, tradition!
These are childhood games!
How could they be evil in any way?
We grew up with them
We were raised on what they taught
Times may change
Leaves may fall
Why should that affect us at all?

Fearing a death that no longer threatens
Is this what you want to raise your children on?
Tradition! Tradition!
Do you still think you’re grown?
Can’t make your own rules
Rely on the knowledge from a place before time
They couldn’t explain what they did not know
Wake up you’re living a thousand years ago!

Tradition, tradition!
These are childhood games!
How could they be evil in any way?
We grew up with them
We were raised on what they taught
Times may change
Leaves may fall
Why should that affect us at all?

Praise the golden idols
Who stood for sacrifice
If you see the world like barbarians
You should mirror their lives

Is hand in hand really so bad?
Is making your own discoveries,
A practice clad in black?

Tradition, tradition!
These are childhood games!
How could they be evil in any way?
We grew up with them
We were raised on what they taught
Times may change
Leaves may fall
Why should that affect us at all?

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Wow! The Jack and Jill one is amazing! *shudders*

The ones that I see going best into a song are Part 1 from the first post, and Room 616. Are you a singer? Would you mind me putting music to any of them? Because I can definitely see a direction they're going in. Reading them made me want to write music for it.

I'm impressed. You're very talented.

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Need Ev sheet music? <now including All That I'm Living For, Good Enough, Lithium, and The Last Song I'm Wasting on You.

I'm glad to see so many people having that reaction to it. I'm trying to write more songs in that style since I have yet to recieve negative feedback on it.

I am a vocalist, and feel free to put music to them! While my friend Angela and I have a strong musical part already in the works for the Jack and Jill song I haven't done anything with the rest. I'd love to hear what you come up with, who knows we might just use it!

Wow, thank you. ^_^

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I don't think I've ever paid quite this much attention to stuff any of my friends wrote. I love the new one...lol- ring around the rosies = the bubonic plague. I friggin love this stuff....you're just awesome.

I demand vocals. I DEMAND THEM!

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I have two songs for you this time!

I wrote this one about two weeks ago. I'm going through a Nightwish phase and after listening to songs like "Romanticide" over and over again this song popped into my head.

A Limbo Masquerade

Mark your way through the darkened woods
The Halloween night calls
We are the strangers out of the day
Burdened to take part in the midnight ballet
A whisper nears a girl departs
Dressed in red she carries on
Follow the ghostly demon child
To the blinding lights in the clearing of the spirits of the night

Sirens call you to the stage
A girl in blood relieves your pain
Choose your partner on the floor
Dance till the daylight is no more
Don’t dare remove the shroud of this masquerade
Lest their sacrifice can be seen

Dream a flowing silver dream
Whirl and twirl in a shimmering gleam
The girl in the mask smiles and waves
Bloody ghosts never looked so pretty
Evil eyes behind a mask
Reveal a fear that this won’t last
The night is young, the spirits bright
Grab your partner hold them tight
The time is now dance or die

Sirens call you to the stage
A girl in blood relieves your pain
Choose your partner on the floor
Dance till the daylight is no more
Don’t dare remove the shroud of this masquerade
Lest their sacrifice can be seen

See the sun rise through the mist
The time has come for the life you miss
You cannot leave, you cannot scream
This is the first in a never-ending dream
The girl in red shows the pain
All the sins you’ve lost and lies you gained
Remove the mask, clear away the bangs
Reveal the tool of the reaper’s charade

Sirens call you to the stage
A girl in blood relieves your pain
Choose your partner on the floor
Dance till the daylight is no more
Don’t dare remove the shroud of this masquerade
Lest their sacrifice can be seen


This one was written last night. I was drawing a sketch when this song idea just popped into my head (yep, that happens a lot). This is another more Dresden Dolls-esque song.

A Little Bit Less Than Crazy

One leap short of suicide
She stands on the edge of her mind
Decipher which voice is real
One more pill could make her okay
Last her through another day
Whoops, there she goes again
Banging nails into her head
Oh what should we do?
Oh what will we do?
She’s such a nuisance
Whenever she looses it
Which is all the time

One step short of innocence
Take a shot, hit and miss
Will twice a week be okay?
Nails are scratching on the walls
Pick up the phone, the doctor calls
Anything to make her stay
A little bit less than crazy

Drastic measures, electrify
To quell the pain, do or die
At least let her explain
Why should we? We can proclaim
She’s official, mentally insane
What secrets could she have to hide?
In that twisted little mind?
Hell if I’ll give it a try
I’m just a high school counselor that’s why

One step short of innocence
Take a shot, hit and miss
Will twice a week be okay?
Nails are scratching on the walls
Pick up the phone, the doctor calls
Anything to make her stay
A little bit less than crazy

Who knows, maybe I’ll be okay
If I can have a little say
To someone who will listen?
Demons inside my head
Everything that I dread
Just a ploy to cover up the real noise
So just give me the meds
We’ll talk and I’ll work ahead
Maybe someday I’ll finally be
Controllable, let’s wait and see

One step short of innocence
Take a shot, hit and miss
Will twice a week be okay?
Nails are scratching on the walls
Pick up the phone, the doctor calls
Anything to make her stay
A little bit less than crazy

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OOOOOOOOOOOH @ the first one. You're good with imagery. And the Halloweenness pwns. \m/

Like a mix between a deathday party and the masquerade in POTO. If that sentence made any sense.

I like the second one too, but the first one gives a stronger effect, I think.

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Tree of Hearts

If life were only so simple as to depend on a light in the sky
We’d stay up night to night for our chance to wish away a lie
A quick word a flash and problem solved
That would be paradise
Childhood fantasies tend to carry so much joy
Until you realize that without work there cannot be life

Hearts don’t grow on trees my dear
If they did we wouldn’t cry
Catch a falling star and wish upon it
Doesn’t change a damn thing in your life

You have a dream; you’ll do anything to make it real
That’s the reason why there are bad people
A shining light can always
Corrupt the brightest smiles
Sad but true I will not lie
Beware your means to the end
You’ll only end up justifying the dead

Hearts don’t grow on trees my dear
If they did we wouldn’t cry
Catch a falling star and wish upon it
Doesn’t change a damn thing in your life

Melancholy is not a desire
But without it would you know how to walk the wire?
To tell the difference between the good
And where the evil doers tread?
Black and white, Ying and yang
All three concepts are the same
Can you live with it? Can you try?
What do you think you’ve been doing your whole life?

Hearts don’t grow on trees my dear
If they did we wouldn’t cry
Catch a falling star and wish upon it
Doesn’t change a damn thing in your life

Hearts don’t grow on trees my dear
If they did we wouldn’t cry
Catch a falling star and wish upon it
Doesn’t change a damn thing in your life

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Ah, uplifting as always.

Is that what you've been working on lately? I like how the first two rhyme in the verses. You're getting really good with structure. And tone.
There's a clear message.

I think that if it was a normal poem the repetition of the chorus would be a little much, but in a lyrical sense, it works great to reinforce the idea.

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