RiCterMan
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Joined: Jun 10, 2005
Location: Madison, OH
Posts: 742
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| Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 5:55 am |
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I just finished the creation that I am about to post here. It's called, "INtErPreTations", and if you look close, there's a word within the title that gives it two hidden meanings. -Only to be revealed at request. 
It's kind of a different approach to the way I usually write my lyrics. The first two verses are what it feels like the people I'm writing about are indirectly telling me to do, the original Pre-Chorus is what seems to be indirectly shouted out to me, by them, the Chorus is basically a summary of my general attitude about their views, and lastly, the revised Pre-Chorus, as well as the Outro (same format as verses), are what I wish they would hear me say. Read, and hopefully, enjoy it.
"INtErPreTations"
-Rick, "RiCterMaN," Strayer, Fecit.
Don't be, afraid of devastation.
Make it, your vacation destination.
Take in, all the utter excruciation.
See joy, in your asphyxiation.
(Pre-Chor.):
Do I seem this Brilliant to you?
I feel so brilliant to me.
-What I just said: intelligence that
couldn’t be, matched by you.
(Chorus):
All of these oppositions
thrown at me.
-Twisted, formed opinions.
A little man, I suppose is me.
-Credibility evicted
out of me.
Because of cynic suspicion,
a selfish child, is what I’m thought to be.
Don’t frown, at somber, perdition.
Smile at, isolation simulation.
Pocket, the growing humiliation.
Save up, your abomination.
(Pre-Chor.)
(Chorus)
(Short Interlude, envisioned)
(Words to Bridge):
Feel the shriveling, of your,
confidence and composure.
Let us give you a hand, in
helping you to join us, as we level you.
Look at the positives:
At least you’re alive,
and it’ll be a while
before the precipice of our controlling you, becomes a landslide.
(Revised Pre-Chor.):
I can’t see the brilliance in you(!).
There is no brilliance in me(!).
What I just said- forced into my head,
which seems, so faulty to all of you(!)
(Chorus)
I am, afraid of losing patience,
with all, of these wrongful accusations.
I can’t, soak up your drowning voices.
I’m just, the point of,
your dereliction.
EnD
I am a fan of originality, and I hope by writing this, that I achieved that, as well as successfully making this one interesting. It's the first writing that I've done at the computer in, at least, a few years. I'll be around, somewhere.  Later! |
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DamnaNefas
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Joined: Nov 01, 2005
Posts: 67
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| Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 4:37 pm |
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Holy shit! This is like my favorite so far from your other awesome submissions.
"Don’t frown, at somber, perdition.
Smile at, isolation simulation.
Pocket, the growing humiliation.
Save up, your abomination. "
...those lines totally bought me. You're definitely writing about different things; for a while i was feeling hopeless by all of the repeatitive, cliche lyrics/poetry on other sites. The rhyming and non-rhyming but incredibly well flowing lines are so well thought out. And i could also consider this a nice piece of poetry too. well, I'm gonna stop kissing your ass now, but really, great job! |
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RiCterMan
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Joined: Jun 10, 2005
Location: Madison, OH
Posts: 742
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| Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2005 5:53 pm |
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LoL. Thanks. I appreciate it. When I wrote this last night, I pretty much stumbled upon my own, unique, vocal sound. It sounded different before, but still similar to Brandon Boyd from Incubus (unintentional). I found it accidentally, and it sounds more progressive, but still mainly alternative.
I'm glad you enjoyed this, and now I gotta' go read and/or reply to Chase's (hereafter) new thread, as well as one I saw by you, which I've yet to read. So, that's where I'll be. Later, man! |
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