Song I wrote about two years back. Sort of a down-tempo electronica thing. Not exactly sure how to classify it.
The lyrics seem to reflect my state of mind recently. How cyclical life is.
Thinking of redoing it with more of a guitar and acoustic drum focus, but just throwing this old version out there for some feedback.
I had a terrrible lingering cold at the time, so my voice is all out of whack, and if I remember correctly there was only one take.
I have some other old songs in various states of completion I want to dig up and post on here, if I can find them.
Lyrics:
It's a long way back
When it comes around, they say
You've got all the pieces,
so fix them up and put them down, they say
so many things
it's easy to lose control of yourself
There's a two-edged sword
One is dull, the other weak
When wielded with a brittle hand
It's all the same, for the bleak at heart
Already lost from the start, the never ending, oh
Destiny calls, it's a matter of fact
Picking up the pieces and they ain't coming back, no
The tides are turning and it's only a matter of time
There's a fine line between
What is good, and what is right for you
They may say the heart is blind,
and that's okay, they're losing sight anyway ...
you paint it, they're all fading
waiting for it to come around
broken pieces never fit the spaces in between
The never ending ...
The never ending
The lyrics seem to reflect my state of mind recently. How cyclical life is.
Thinking of redoing it with more of a guitar and acoustic drum focus, but just throwing this old version out there for some feedback.
I had a terrrible lingering cold at the time, so my voice is all out of whack, and if I remember correctly there was only one take.
I have some other old songs in various states of completion I want to dig up and post on here, if I can find them.
Lyrics:
It's a long way back
When it comes around, they say
You've got all the pieces,
so fix them up and put them down, they say
so many things
it's easy to lose control of yourself
There's a two-edged sword
One is dull, the other weak
When wielded with a brittle hand
It's all the same, for the bleak at heart
Already lost from the start, the never ending, oh
Destiny calls, it's a matter of fact
Picking up the pieces and they ain't coming back, no
The tides are turning and it's only a matter of time
There's a fine line between
What is good, and what is right for you
They may say the heart is blind,
and that's okay, they're losing sight anyway ...
you paint it, they're all fading
waiting for it to come around
broken pieces never fit the spaces in between
The never ending ...
The never ending
Category Music / Pop
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