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May 31, 2004

Bad Dreams

[with a whimsical feel]

Sometimes I dream I lost my friends.
I told them lies that left them all defenseless
just to get away from their ugly pretenses
and let them know that I am fine alone.

Sometimes I throw out my guitar
or leave it burning and the ashes are scattered
but the muse inside just turns on in in laughter.
Seems he never shuts up.

Bad dreams... Life seems... like I'm half asleep.

Find myself on an overpass.
Souls fly by and I am driven to laughter
at the mere thought of life and death and after
and what it means to them.

Sometimes I lay down my life
and sacrifices are to great not to offer.
Dischord screaaaams, but peace is always softer.
And that's the best we can do.

Bad dreams... Life seems... like I'm half asleep.

Give me time and it will work itself out.
That's what I tell myself to drive away the doubt that things will
Ever change now.

And everybody must have days like these
And nights as lonely as the inside of me, yeah but
I can't complain now.

I guess I found that the mistakes we make are the
Things that keep us wide awake yet
Bind us together.

I don't profess to have all the answers and
Lord knows I can't keep it all together the
Way you think I should be.

Bad dreams... Bad dreams...

[see extended for my comments]

I like this song in general. I'd like to see people's comments on form and flow especially. I've got a demo of this that I did to test out my protools thinger, so I'll post that soon also so you can have music as well. Please leave comments.

Posted by pedalboy at May 31, 2004 5:50 PM

the writing reminds me of Gibbard (death cab for cutie). i likee.

Posted by: asilentthing at June 1, 2004 9:36 AM
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