Astrocytoma
Dec. 20th, 2005 01:55 amI finished the lyrics. Here ya go.
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Pressurepoint
wakeup call
my right brain left
stiff animated
pressure, killing
vomiting a valentine
beneath to writhe
in a crippled dream
wasted weak spine
curled up in
the skull’s gray shade
satin static crackle, sheets
stained gray brainclouds
lie in lies
stifled
Stumbling star embedded
deep inside the bed of thought
one day everything will tumble down
everyday it's tumbling down
swelling
in a knot of scar
you: a coal
among the clouds
fist inside
the vaguest thoughts
killing pressure
dull distraction
shaky legs
bending knees
now I’m falling down again
doubling vision
troubling
two of you
none of me
this skull’s too small
for both of us
when did I become the stranger
in my own brain?
Love amid the nausea
kneeling, dizziness,
strange pressure
killing, building
stumbling, falling,
seeing finally
too much kept in mind
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I finished the music, too. I think. Unless I decide to slap these lyrics down on a totally different track that might be more suitable for them. I don't think the original music concept of "Astrocytoma" will work now: it's just not bleak enough. I'll probably end up using that song for something else, and setting the above lyrics to this very, very stripped-down, skeletal, isolated song I've been slapping together a bit at a time over the past...uhh, two months. Two months and I have 1 minute of it done. Thank the Other Gods the semester's over and I can finally get back to work!
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Pressurepoint
wakeup call
my right brain left
stiff animated
pressure, killing
vomiting a valentine
beneath to writhe
in a crippled dream
wasted weak spine
curled up in
the skull’s gray shade
satin static crackle, sheets
stained gray brainclouds
lie in lies
stifled
Stumbling star embedded
deep inside the bed of thought
one day everything will tumble down
everyday it's tumbling down
swelling
in a knot of scar
you: a coal
among the clouds
fist inside
the vaguest thoughts
killing pressure
dull distraction
shaky legs
bending knees
now I’m falling down again
doubling vision
troubling
two of you
none of me
this skull’s too small
for both of us
when did I become the stranger
in my own brain?
Love amid the nausea
kneeling, dizziness,
strange pressure
killing, building
stumbling, falling,
seeing finally
too much kept in mind
---------
I finished the music, too. I think. Unless I decide to slap these lyrics down on a totally different track that might be more suitable for them. I don't think the original music concept of "Astrocytoma" will work now: it's just not bleak enough. I'll probably end up using that song for something else, and setting the above lyrics to this very, very stripped-down, skeletal, isolated song I've been slapping together a bit at a time over the past...uhh, two months. Two months and I have 1 minute of it done. Thank the Other Gods the semester's over and I can finally get back to work!