More Musical Miracles To Move My Mind, Mar Monotony, And Make Me More Mirthful
Ok my friends... Back by popular damand is MY SONG LYRIC POST...
and by popular damand I am referring to a single comment made to me by trish via msn and not via lj.
So once again I want feedback people... tell me what you think the songs mean and if you think they need improvment and if so HOW?
Here are 3 more of my songs
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SHATTERED
by Jonathan Rodd (c)
Shimmering Shards of Glass
Glittering Glass Shards
Glittering Glass Stars
Shimmering Stars of Glass
The glass it shimmers in my eye
Like stars decorate the sky
Devine puzzle patterns for
All people who stop to wonder why
Free falling
Freedom calling
Blissful twinkle of the starlings
Shimmering Shards of Glass
I shine and it is Glorious
I fall and its Glorious
I die and it is Glorious
As I shatter, it shall be Glorious
I wonder will it be Glorious
THIS, this is my time to shine
Falling stars falling with me
Falling down to earth below me
Like a shattered window
Falling from the sixteenth story
Caught in freefall, the stars they smile
Their glass shard cousins escort me while
I join with something greater
And make my final mark in style
Myself and sidewalk seek conjunction
Demise is not without function
I live for life’s little patterns
Another born of my destruction
My pieces shatter, fragments free
A brand new constellation, me
Burning Aurora Borealis
For all the worker ants to see
Kiss the face of wonderment sensually
I will wonder no more for destiny
All ends breed beginnings eventually
Free falling
Freedom calling
Blissful twinkle of the starlings
Shimmering Shards of Glass
I shine and it is Glorious
I fall and its Glorious
I die and it is Glorious
As I shatter, it shall be Glorious
I wonder will it be Glorious
THIS, this is my time to shine
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Soul Sound
By Jonathan Rodd (c)
I found a sound
The best sound around
I found a sound
I found it underground
Come on Bjork
Lets get to work
And craft a new and better hook
Sound Off!
Turn that sound on
Once we heard a lovely rattle
Guiding souls on mass like cattle
Parents stood poised for battle
Don’t lose sight
Don’t ever fight
What you heard was the sound of Seatle
Praise be to you Cornell
Rooster with a crow from hell
Rooster with a comb of gel
Sing us a rhyme
We've got the time
And you always sing your songs so well
I found a sound
The best sound around
I found a sound
I found it underground
Come on Thom York
Lets get to work
And craft a new and better hook
Sound Off!
Turn that sound on
Sound it seems to sooth the soul
Without it I don’t feel quite whole
To my hearts furnace it is coal
Stoke the fire
I’ll never tire
Music is my higher goal
I won’t sit here and claim to command it
Just sometimes your soul it demands it
The sound it burns ‘til you cant stand it
Fall to your knees
Its your sweet release
For those long grey days when your feeling stranded
I found a sound
The best sound around
I found a sound
I found it underground
Come on Billy Corgan
Lets get workin’
And make the music better lookin’
Sound Off!
Turn that sound on
Our favourite sounds are there to greet us
Like the voice of Mr. Kiedis
What have they got to teach us
Open your ears
After all these years
And return the care with which they treat us
Certainly sound does not define us
But it does serve to remind us
Silence threatens to confine us
Don’t get trapped
Between the cracks
Or risk voluntary blindness
I found a sound
The best sound around
I found a sound
I found it underground
Come on Michael Stipe
Lets cut through the hype
To balance out all the tripe
Sound Off!
Turn that sound on
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My Oasis (Manic Manticore)
by Jonathan Rodd (c)
All I need is one embrace
To resume the never ending chase
To keep up with the human race
With no decided ending place
One kiss is all it took
To make it through the wordy crooks
Among the million dirty looks
From every single turd at work
And in the desert
There is no comfort
And in the desert
You’re the vultures prey
And in the desert
Where life is a fight
You find your way with no landmarks in sight
And when I come home
I’ll be with you
And when I come home
My day won’t matter anymore
And when I come home
I’ll regain the strength to face this
I walk the searing desert cause I’ve got my oasis
I bear the phony plastic grin
With perfect teeth of painted tin
A shameful veil that’s paper thin
Just like a human manikin
I bear it though it burns my core
The leaches, always wanting more
Feeding from my open sores
It makes me a manic manticore
And in the desert
There is no comfort
And in the desert
You’re the vultures prey
And in the desert
Where life is a fight
You find your way with no landmarks in sight
And when I come home
I’ll be with you
And when I come home
My day won’t matter anymore
And when I come home
I’ll regain the strength to face this
I walk the searing desert cause I’ve got my oasis
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Ok Im bearing my soul for you people so give me some feedback lol. A little constructive criticism is appreciated