RiCterMan
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Joined: Jun 10, 2005
Location: Madison, OH
Posts: 742
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| Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 10:04 pm |
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Hey everyone,
I just finished this within the last twenty minutes. I wrote it, because lately I've been thinking a lot about how it was growing up in my mother's house. In general, I've been thinking a lot about her, and it hasn't been an easy time. She caused a lot of bad times for me, and it still feels like I'll never be fully able to let it go. Anyway...., I've written previous song-lyrics about feelings towards her/how she raised me, and I sat down to write this one with a thought in mind- "this is the last one." After this, I'm not going to write any more about her. The only exceptions would be if she did something very wrong again (which would be hard, 'cause I avoid her), or possibly if I needed to express feelings when she dies. The full title is "The Final Testimonial (of growth delayed)".
"The Final Testimonial (of growth delayed)"
Mother never let my heart feel warm.
It started to shrivel, and die away.
(She was) too f**ked up
to notice.
Mother never let my heart feel warm.
Displacement sent me far away.
It's f**ked up,
(and) unnoticed.
(Chorus):
It was, mentally... crippling;
physically... almost an end, to a punished life.
Innocence in misery-
that is what she gave to me.
Mother never let my heart feel warm.
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(She was) too f**ked up
to fix it.
Mother never let my heart feel.....
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Her cold touch
left numbness.
(Chorus)
(Moderate Interlude, envisioned)
With all the faulty lessons, she tried to force
deep into my brain,
she gave me no mercy. She gave me
many aching burdens, unrequested.
With all the dirty lessons, she tried to force,
she gave me a plague-
boulders to carry. She raised me,
and then dropped me, into a spiral.
(all following sung four times through):
-down, but I'm back up.
She dropped me down.
(pause in vocals here, in between each repetition)
(Chorus)
Mother never let my heart feel warm.
Mother never let my heart feel warm.
I never got to feel,
but I'm not gone.
EnD
This seems poorly written to me, but I don't care... It got the emotions out, and it sounds decent for now. Later, friends... |
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