Posted on April 23, 2010.
Songwriting (long post)? Hey, I write lyrics and I'm really depressed lately because I do not think what I write is good enough and when I read them, I have no idea what I'm doing wrong or how to improve it anyway I've pasted a few that I wrote this sorry for being so long that you have not read them all, but I'm hoping maybe someone could give me advice or expert opinion
Purist
Decorated with a pattern of daisies
If your mind in a weird song
Rubix Cube Solve this black and white
All Flawless, but something is wrong
They do not see that they are colorblind
Please stop the endless charade
Stringless remote controlled puppets
How society has been made
Neutral wild cat, free spirits are not permitted
dreams crushed like ice cubes, tape his mouth yelling
Twist the clock rotating spiral idle
Birthed from primordial soup, then thrown into the ocean
The hourglass is empty, the tip upside
To relive the dream of the suburbs, wearing purist frown
It's like shrapnel in the rain
Can not see it until it is in your skin
We are all slowly bleed to death
Then the water seeping into
We are looking in a mirror
Two courses and without reflection
I always feel my eyes bulging
A perfectionist human race
Neutral wild cat, free spirits are not permitted
dreams crushed like ice cubes, tape his mouth yelling
Twist the clock rotating spiral idle
Birthed from primordial soup, then thrown into the ocean
The hourglass is empty, the tip upside
To relive the dream of the suburbs, wearing purist frown
Live your dreams in a box
Humanity is stuck in the sand
Like a lifeless smile ****
And being the purist, you can
Stone Sober
Phoenix roast chicken
The ashes of the flames
Sweltering heat, catching grass
Recycled Reindeer Games
Burning tapestry
As each thread burns black
Rituals to dance and play
While inside, your soul shrinks
The fresh air makes me sober
Wind between my knees
A soul of stone cold and hard
Dead, yet they are still breathing
Made of stone ... I am stone sober
Made from stone to stone ... soberrrr
Blood trickles down the glass shower
Landing on your feet
Eyes burning, steam it up
Scars run too deep
Your line of sand blows away
Forget where you came
We are very far from those eyes sparkled
You had when you were young
The fresh air makes me sober
Wind between my knees
A soul of stone cold and hard
Dead, yet they are still breathing
Made of stone ... I am stone sober
Made from stone to stone ... soberrrr
Scraps of paper that burns up
Floating in the air
The paper bag around your head
Cut your air
Hate the name you give yourself
Your reflection fades
A zombie in automatic mode
In seeking the tomb of
The fresh air makes me sober
Wind between my knees
A soul of stone cold and hard
Dead, yet they are still breathing
Made of stone ... I am stone sober
Made from stone to stone ... soberrrr
Religiously Proven
Electricity flows through my veins
Raise my hair with static vibes
Tickled by the soft whispers
The walls speak of the four sides
Son for the veins
Engine heart
titanium skin
Blue Art Print
Science of miracles on TV
Wave propagation collage screen
Glorious Green proves nothings free
Although there is evidence been religiously
There is no son of mine
Step by step, it becomes smaller
Echoing the cries, but no laugh
F.
