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Here's a short one from my past, I will post audio soon enough.  Any comments most appreciated.


I’ll fly away with my drug of hate,
Fall asleep, hope it’s not too late,
To find the places in my mind
That latent consciousness seems to hide.

Every day I wonder why,
Time slows down and birds can fly,
To places held behind the door,
While I’m asleep on the floor.

Quickly think of things to say,
Talk of good times far away,
From the couch you sit on now
And the life you have laid down.

Laid down, Laid down,
Laid down.

Waking up with a taste of hate,
Failing memory of the late
Hours lost in doped time,
Tell yourself it’ll be just fine.

Choruses heal all troubled minds,
Thoughts are soothed in rhythmic rhyme,
Illuminates the paths we choose,
Rock & Roll, Punk and the Blues.

And the blues, And the blues,
And the blues.

let me know what you think, cheers.



Oh no; I used to be,
Someone good, someone free.
Now I know I’m…I’m a little strange
but I can’t go back now the rules have changed.

If I follow my underground sound it’ll,
pull me in and pin me down
and I’ll be someone new,
someone you would like to do,
a favour for a pretty friend,
Dorian Gray, yeah? I’ll pretend!


I’ll hunt you down, I’ll call you out,
I’ll make you scream my name
for that there is no doubt,
and we’ll lie.  Stoned, while we are drained.
We’ll sweat, we’ll sleep, we’ll smile, we’ll sing,
we’ll… start again.

And if tomorrow, you find me out, well,
the deed is done and I’m heading out.
And you’ve seen through the lies,
through the ageless disguise,
just rip it off and let me see
if my smile still can hang free.


Chorus

Change the way you think of madness,
although your eyes can’t see.
Take your brush and paint your futures canvas
It’ll be the death of me.
Check the stains on your dirty mattress,
It’s for the world to see,
You may rule the filth you mastered,
You won’t rule me.



Horror show; can’t let it go,
I’ve lived so long I’ve fused my bones to my soul.
Now I know I’m…I’m all to blame.
Face the facts cause you’d do the same!

If you follow your underground sound you’ll
Crack the smile that will please the crowd
And you’ll be no-ones tool,
there is always one to fool,
to your end, what’s to offend?
Dorian Gray, yeah? I’ll pretend.


Chorus

10 mins to write, 10 mins to record, can u tell lol