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The sound rages on As does your tired mind Heavy pounding Don't know what's the time Walk in a daze Told you let it be You never listen You don't wanna see… And they tell you to turn it down… The speaker's blaring The noise in your mind It's amplifying Time after time Lets you escape The cold reality Into your prison So you can't see But they tell you to turn it down… Burnt, smoked stubs Litter the ashtray Heavy smog around End of another day There's a war Going on deep inside You can't show it You can only lie. But they tell you to turn it down… The speaker's blaring The noise in your mind It's amplifying Time after time Lets you escape The cold reality Into your prison So you can't see But they tell you to turn it down… Sometimes you cry because Of the prayers that god actually hears Rather than the one's that's forgotten There's nothing over the edge of the table But you still wonder "What if?" And go down under, down away… The speaker's blaring The noise in your mind It's amplifying Time after time Lets you escape The cold reality Into your prison So you can't see And they tell you to turn it down… There's a "don't disturb" sign on your mind Cause you forgot how to turn it down… |
thanks a lot for the insightful comment. you don't see a lot of those around anymore.| Posted on 2006-06-13 00:00:00 | by Zu | [ Reply to This ] | Really good music is designed to be played loud, especially if you're using it to escape for just a little while. I like that message here, summarized by the final stanza. | Since I consider myself somewhat spiritual, I picked up on your "Sometimes you cry because Of the prayers that god actually hears Rather than the one's that's forgotten". I recognize such tears as those of joy. Just for good measure I always capitalize that particular G. There's also a saying that all prayers are answered, it's just that sometimes the answer is no. I could not follow that any would be forgotten, hopefully just delayed. If it's earnest and repeatedly done, a prayer may be answered just to get you to stop worrying the Lord about it so much. (Scriptural) As to the category of "depressed", a lot of what I've seen given that label might move more into teen angst than actual depression. Sometimes it's a fine line, I understand, but since I've never been prone to either, I'm no expert. I have witnessed what real depression does, and it's very serious. Cigs and drugs in general are bad news, though, and the sooner people figure that out, the better off they are. I can't say much about any form of lyrics such as this unless I hear it after it's put to music since that's such a large component of what makes both into a song, however, I'm very impressed with what our younger writers such as yourself accomplish on this site. No song was ever ruined by being too emotional. | Posted on 2006-01-04 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] | |