Post by AnotherInventedDisease on Feb 20, 2009 14:31:31 GMT -5
Here is a song I wrote for somebody last year. They wanted me to write it based on a title, so I did my best and knuckled down for about ten minutes fiddling about with some lyrics I had written and adapted them to fit the song. Enjoy.
’E.P.E (Exsistence Preceeds Essense)’
Choice is not an option, it's a chore
As far as we may know
Hope is not a blessing, it's a bore
So much as we adore
Time drones on and on, forever we shall roam
Right now, I know this much more
More than I've ever known
Life is what you make it
Promise you won't fake it
Try and you might break it with a cost
My soul can't speak but if it could
It would reflect my mind
People talk as if they should
It gets them nowhere all the time
Disapprove ovations, standing delayed at our stations
We need a calling second hand
To help us fall on our feet again
Still stuck up trees in cyber land
Life is what you make it
Promise you won't fake it
Try and you might break it with a cost
Life sucks when you take it
Tell me you won't mistake it with a chance
Like a hometown, they possess a frame
That's been lived through before, for sure
Yet they don't realize they just stare up at the skies
Hoping that the controls of life
Will fall into their palms
When it's not like that at all, oh no
It's not like that at all
Exsistence preceeds essense
Means more than just a presence
Exsistence preceeds essense
We learn from all our lessons
(c) AnotherInventedDisease 2008
’E.P.E (Exsistence Preceeds Essense)’
Choice is not an option, it's a chore
As far as we may know
Hope is not a blessing, it's a bore
So much as we adore
Time drones on and on, forever we shall roam
Right now, I know this much more
More than I've ever known
Life is what you make it
Promise you won't fake it
Try and you might break it with a cost
My soul can't speak but if it could
It would reflect my mind
People talk as if they should
It gets them nowhere all the time
Disapprove ovations, standing delayed at our stations
We need a calling second hand
To help us fall on our feet again
Still stuck up trees in cyber land
Life is what you make it
Promise you won't fake it
Try and you might break it with a cost
Life sucks when you take it
Tell me you won't mistake it with a chance
Like a hometown, they possess a frame
That's been lived through before, for sure
Yet they don't realize they just stare up at the skies
Hoping that the controls of life
Will fall into their palms
When it's not like that at all, oh no
It's not like that at all
Exsistence preceeds essense
Means more than just a presence
Exsistence preceeds essense
We learn from all our lessons
(c) AnotherInventedDisease 2008
As I just wrote it with the lyrics in mind, didn't put any music to it.