I know I should be commenting on how much I enjoy this song, (which I do), but if you do what the desc. says every time you're on a bus or something then I'm concerned XD
I imagined one of those fleeting moments, when I'm on the bus or train on my way back home, and I can't help but losing myself in my own thoughts. Everything becomes blurrier, it's just a matter of seconds, sometimes minutes.
I know I should be commenting on how much I enjoy this song, (which I do), but if you do what the desc. says every time you're on a bus or something then I'm concerned XD
Lol, I'm OK. Thanks for listening ;)
"This life is like a dream; time's flyin' so fast
Through my imagined memories from my forgotten past
Now pass the Hennesey so I can start to write poetically
The harmony and melody that's soon to be the death of me
You tend to see the shallow empty ghost that I pretend to be,
The enemy who patronizes everyone so emptily
But when you see the soul inside who begs for your forgiveness,
All I'll see are silhouettes watching from a distance.
Where are you now? Did you really disappear
When everyone I'd held so dear had made it so very clear
That I'm all alone...
Now? (Didn't even shed a tear)
Who am I now? Do I even have a purpose?
Everything I do is worthless. I just wanna make it hurt less
When I'm all alone...
Now (Remembering in earnest our love)
What are we now? No matter how I try
I can't understand why I won't say goodbye
Cause I'm all alone...
Now (This nostalgia never dies)"
Listened to this piece a bunch of times over and just wrote what came off the top of my head. Deep stuff that I could definitely spit to. Respect.
That's hot, yo. Thanks for sharing!
I could definitely daydream to this song. Good job.
Thanks!
This feels like you're lost in thoughts, memories, or a puzzle game. Love it. :D
Thanks! Especially puzzle games, since that's all I've been playing these days, haha.
I cannot get over this song, your work is great!
With this I see a wasted city. Maybe not decayed, but everything is empty and abandoned. One, maybe middle aged, man wanders the streets, going through flashbacks of what once was. Happy faces, running children, buzzing businesses; Desolate streets, echoes of spirits, decaying homes.
All around me are familiar faces... worn out faces, worn out faces...
OK, I'll stop. :'D Thanks for your comment! I like that vision. It's like there's been a silent war and you would never really know.
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