Souljacker
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Hallo!
Lange ists her, seitdem ich mal wieder ein Lied gepostet habe. Das hat vielfache Gründe. Zum einen leide ich an einer akuten Ideenarmut was Texte anbetrifft. Zum anderen bin ich nicht mehr auf Marcomans Server zu Hause, hab demnach keine Homepage mehr und keinen Platz wo ich meine Lieder hochladen kann. Zusammen mit der allgemeinen Unlust ein Instrument zu berühren ergibt das eine explosive Mischung des Nichtstuns.
Nach langer Zeit habe ich also doch noch einen kleinen Song zusammengeschraubt. Das gute Stück ist jedoch alles andere als fertig. Die einzelnen Stücke müssen noch besser zusammengeklebt werden, die Übergänge möchte ich fließender gestalten. Ausserdem wird noch ein neues Ende hinzukommen. Da muss noch eine Menge dran gebastelt werden und um ein paar Tipps von euch würde ich mich wie immer sehr freuen.
Hier also das Anschauungsobjekt:
ZILLE - LOVE IS ESCAPISM (Sendspace)
ZILLE - LOVE IS ESCAPISM (Rapidshare)
~~~ Love is escapism ~~~
Worn out dreams
Decorate
My tight corner
With their beige glow
And soundeffects
Like scratched vinyl
I grind my way through the chores
The days keep dragging me through
But the sight of you just got me floored
I wanna be more
Than a regular minor
Annoyance to you
Well placed lies
Keep me intact
And make me swallow
Monochrome weeks
Boiled down into
One pasty mash
I grind my way through the chores
The days keep dragging me through
But the sight of you just got me floored
I wanna be more
Than a regular minor
Annoyance to you
I wanna be more
Than a regular minor
Annoyance to you
I wanna be more
Than a minor annoyance
In your weekly schedule
Of memorable moments
I look interesting and bold
You fall in love like you catch cold
My theory just had me sold
When this train of thought came to a screeching hold
This train of thought came to a screeching hold
With no passenger left alive
With no passenger left alive
This dream is getting tiring
Which is weird for a dream to do
We can get things straight
We can get things straight
Just let me be or be with you
We can call it friendship
For a day, for a week or two
But we should get things straight
We should get things straight
Just let me be or be with you
Last week it was so easy
I stopped thinking about you now I know
That love is escapism, isn´t it?
And I´m the realistic kind of guy
A lie is like an accupuncture needle
One used at the right spot it will shut off
What you do not want to feel
You can give me the look and
You can try your best it will not work cause
I ran all out of fuc ks I could give
And to highlight the importance of that sentence
I write it in bold and cursive
A lie is like an accupuncture needle
Once used at the right spot it will shut off
What you do not want to feel
And I walk around like a hedgehog in disguise
And my synapses get cut off just to prevent me
From seeing what is real
A lie is like an accupuncture needle
Once used at the right spot it will shut off
What you do not want to feel
The sun and the moon chase themselves around the planet
And I try so hard to get a meaning into the days
There were times I decided to hate everybody
There were times I decided to love her
And though it felt horrible these days
It still felt better than this
Cause I had something I could hold on to
Something that prevented me from being a stone
But now I feel pretty much nothing
As the hours fly by I´m waiting for something to change me
The first revolution in history started by waiting
There were times I wanted to be something special
There were times I wanted to be myself
But knowing neither the one nor the other´s
Possible just kills me
Now there´s no dream I could hold on to
Noone who prevents me from being a stone
Now I feel pretty much nothing
Now I feel pretty much nothing
Vielen Dank fürs Probehören und für die ganze Geduld!
Bis dann
Daniel
Lange ists her, seitdem ich mal wieder ein Lied gepostet habe. Das hat vielfache Gründe. Zum einen leide ich an einer akuten Ideenarmut was Texte anbetrifft. Zum anderen bin ich nicht mehr auf Marcomans Server zu Hause, hab demnach keine Homepage mehr und keinen Platz wo ich meine Lieder hochladen kann. Zusammen mit der allgemeinen Unlust ein Instrument zu berühren ergibt das eine explosive Mischung des Nichtstuns.
Nach langer Zeit habe ich also doch noch einen kleinen Song zusammengeschraubt. Das gute Stück ist jedoch alles andere als fertig. Die einzelnen Stücke müssen noch besser zusammengeklebt werden, die Übergänge möchte ich fließender gestalten. Ausserdem wird noch ein neues Ende hinzukommen. Da muss noch eine Menge dran gebastelt werden und um ein paar Tipps von euch würde ich mich wie immer sehr freuen.
Hier also das Anschauungsobjekt:
ZILLE - LOVE IS ESCAPISM (Sendspace)
ZILLE - LOVE IS ESCAPISM (Rapidshare)
~~~ Love is escapism ~~~
Worn out dreams
Decorate
My tight corner
With their beige glow
And soundeffects
Like scratched vinyl
I grind my way through the chores
The days keep dragging me through
But the sight of you just got me floored
I wanna be more
Than a regular minor
Annoyance to you
Well placed lies
Keep me intact
And make me swallow
Monochrome weeks
Boiled down into
One pasty mash
I grind my way through the chores
The days keep dragging me through
But the sight of you just got me floored
I wanna be more
Than a regular minor
Annoyance to you
I wanna be more
Than a regular minor
Annoyance to you
I wanna be more
Than a minor annoyance
In your weekly schedule
Of memorable moments
I look interesting and bold
You fall in love like you catch cold
My theory just had me sold
When this train of thought came to a screeching hold
This train of thought came to a screeching hold
With no passenger left alive
With no passenger left alive
This dream is getting tiring
Which is weird for a dream to do
We can get things straight
We can get things straight
Just let me be or be with you
We can call it friendship
For a day, for a week or two
But we should get things straight
We should get things straight
Just let me be or be with you
Last week it was so easy
I stopped thinking about you now I know
That love is escapism, isn´t it?
And I´m the realistic kind of guy
A lie is like an accupuncture needle
One used at the right spot it will shut off
What you do not want to feel
You can give me the look and
You can try your best it will not work cause
I ran all out of fuc ks I could give
And to highlight the importance of that sentence
I write it in bold and cursive
A lie is like an accupuncture needle
Once used at the right spot it will shut off
What you do not want to feel
And I walk around like a hedgehog in disguise
And my synapses get cut off just to prevent me
From seeing what is real
A lie is like an accupuncture needle
Once used at the right spot it will shut off
What you do not want to feel
The sun and the moon chase themselves around the planet
And I try so hard to get a meaning into the days
There were times I decided to hate everybody
There were times I decided to love her
And though it felt horrible these days
It still felt better than this
Cause I had something I could hold on to
Something that prevented me from being a stone
But now I feel pretty much nothing
As the hours fly by I´m waiting for something to change me
The first revolution in history started by waiting
There were times I wanted to be something special
There were times I wanted to be myself
But knowing neither the one nor the other´s
Possible just kills me
Now there´s no dream I could hold on to
Noone who prevents me from being a stone
Now I feel pretty much nothing
Now I feel pretty much nothing
Vielen Dank fürs Probehören und für die ganze Geduld!
Bis dann
Daniel