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| So Ive been posting Ads on craigslist.com which reads "Need words for that song?" If you havent already guessed, Im trying to start my career as a Lyricist. I already am with a band, but I want to venture down other avenues of music.
I open up my mailbox, fulll of anticipatory happiness...only to be dismayed. Not a single reply. Not one message. Im guessing everyone is having a pretty fine time writing their own lyrics. The thing is though, I'm not even asking for any compensation, just the oppurtunity to collaborate with other artists. But nada. Nothing. Zero. Bah to them, I'll find something. Might as well go back to saving up cash for more singing lessons.
Boo to artists.
--T.H.I
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| You feel so far away.. Instead of only avenues apart, It seems as if the sea separates us now. You strike me, M'lady. You've pierced the armor I've endeavored so hard to construct. I have been faithful. I've tried my best to be compassionate, understanding, and communicative. Communicative to the extent that you allow, for that ceases to yield any fruit for my labor. But all the produce I've gotten has become rotten. I would be blind to not see the gray cloud above us. The decision I've made to progress my so desired craft.. Speak to me. Send me a message in a bottle. A bird with a letter A message in the sky. A look. I only know but so much, but yearn to learn forever more your song. Before that song ends..and I am no longer part of the Symphony. | | |
|  I would not have such a heart in my bosom, for the dignity of the whole body.
Taken from- Macbeth It seems I am possessed With the powers of midas. Who's digit's could barely graze a feather into gold. My tounge is infused with power like his. With words that could turn a love's warmth into coal With intentions pure and heart emboldened I percieved my endeavor was naught but golden Only to behold I struck her down Her heart gone from my holding So I remain now in my garden of roses Staring blindly at all beholden To my heart's error and my dismay To see her love hath gone astray. -Me | | |
| Tell me your melody
Allow me to bask in it
steadily,
with out break or tragedy. However un-realistic
That statistic
may be. I am yours.
Through no chores
of yours,
I am yours. Hypnotized by your cryptic lies,
Taken down by your velvet gown...
Tell me your melody.
And at least
Delay
your way
that leads me to tragedy.
-Me | | |
| Damn. Usually, when one is bored, they seek out fun. Fun usually resides with friends. Friends you can hang out with, talk with, bug people with. Call them at random moments, and viola! They are there to lift up your spirits...most of the time. But when they are not around, or don't even exist, what does one do? I live in NYC, the "capitol" of the world, and I don't know where to look to even begin to have fun. Which bars to go to? Which have live music? What's a good lounge to go to? I've been here for my whole life of 21 years and I don't know where to even turn. I need help. And some new friends. I have some friends...SOME...But they don't really go out. Its not like I'm not social either, I can talk to anyone, Its just through the internet girls either think you are a freak or a desperate perv. I'm neither. I really just want someone interesting to talk to. Hmm, where to begin? | | |
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