malt30
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Wenn ich in einem kreativ-tief bin (wie gerade) hol ich mir gern was Abgehangenes aus dem Keller um wenigstens meine "technischen" skills zu optimieren. An dem Ding hier stocher ich jetzt die letzten Nächte inkompetent rum um zumindest die nötige Bettschwere zu bekommen... Jetzt aber warten neue Aufgaben auf mich und bevor ichs jetzt wieder in den Keller schleppe und an den Haken hänge wäre Feedback wirklich nett. Man verläuft sich ja sonst komplett in der Betriebsblindheit... und lernt nix dazu.
Also lasst mal raus, wo sind die ärgsten Baustellen? In jeder Hinsicht. Hopfen und Malt verloren?
Achja, hier noch der Text (der mir gefällt, ist böse... nur leider nicht von mir, sondern vom Tyrant der auch den Gesangspart übernommen hatte):
another day is lost in time
all the secrets he tried to hide
another perfect smile for a
perfect day
another soul has lost its mind
trying to be the perfect kind
something different
than he was before
but what no one ever knew
when he finally withdrew
from the world it was far too late
tried to keep his feet on ground
but he stumbled and fell down
the pressure was far too strong
So I strain my voice and see
that there`s no one here but me
Ref: On this cold December night
he passed away from light
all the words are said to heal
nothing but a lie revealed
when the time has come
when all the things around collide
there`s not a single place to find
all the pleasures you were striving for
the walls around you seem to move
and it seems you can only lose
the will to fight and carry on
Ref:
Outro:
he chose to end it all this day
but who can tell and dares to say
was this really meant this way
was this really meant this way
https://www.box.com/s/e41866c662312bda651f
Danke!
Also lasst mal raus, wo sind die ärgsten Baustellen? In jeder Hinsicht. Hopfen und Malt verloren?
Achja, hier noch der Text (der mir gefällt, ist böse... nur leider nicht von mir, sondern vom Tyrant der auch den Gesangspart übernommen hatte):
another day is lost in time
all the secrets he tried to hide
another perfect smile for a
perfect day
another soul has lost its mind
trying to be the perfect kind
something different
than he was before
but what no one ever knew
when he finally withdrew
from the world it was far too late
tried to keep his feet on ground
but he stumbled and fell down
the pressure was far too strong
So I strain my voice and see
that there`s no one here but me
Ref: On this cold December night
he passed away from light
all the words are said to heal
nothing but a lie revealed
when the time has come
when all the things around collide
there`s not a single place to find
all the pleasures you were striving for
the walls around you seem to move
and it seems you can only lose
the will to fight and carry on
Ref:
Outro:
he chose to end it all this day
but who can tell and dares to say
was this really meant this way
was this really meant this way
https://www.box.com/s/e41866c662312bda651f
Danke!