RiCterMan
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Joined: Jun 10, 2005
Location: Madison, OH
Posts: 742
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| Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 6:01 am |
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This was written on February 10th, and the title may be tentative. I'm not all too sure that I like it enough, 'cause it seems kind of lame, as it's meant to symbolize the ring of a telephone. Anyway, for now it's called "Electronic Bells", and it's about boredom and loneliness, and just wishing I had more people to talk to. For the most part, the loneliness isn't an issue for me anymore. 
"Electronic Bells"
Hoping for a phone call,
any little phone call,- Oh, ring, ring-
because I know that for sure,
I can't get away on my own.- Uh, "ring, ring...,"
goes the comfort of the telephone
saying someone may be there for me.- Ring, ring-
-Such a petty sound.
Still, I want to hear it.
-Feel detached from the outside.
(Pre-Chor.; Parenthesis = background vox, envisioned.):
(Dial me up...; I stay down...
Let me in...) to the start of conversation(!).
(Chorus):
Although I may seem so pathetic,
please understand that it's just my soul- so disconnected.
I opened doors to isolation, never knowing all the while,
that the lines I crossed,
I cut as well,
leading me to this disconnection, I have found.
Listen for a phone call.
-A fuckin' phone call. A "ring, ring?" -No, mind playing tricks on me again.
Like the pulse of a sore,
silence scolds me, along with dial-tones. A "ring, ring,"
ring around the telephone, that never rings. Ring-
ing through only, as familiarity, but nothing.
I wait on, without.
-And I just wanna' hear it.
I'm detached from outer-life.
(Pre-Chor., with very slight revision):
(Dial me up...; I stay down...
Let me in...) I won't blacken conversation(!).
(Chorus)
(Short Interlude, envisioned.)
I want electronic bells to vibrate.
-never silenced again, by the hands of the ghost, of a fool.
I was a fool before.
But no more...
Ghost... holds the bells.
Ghost... holds the bells.
Ghost... won't lay to rest.
Ghost... holds the bells, and holds me hostage.
(Chorus)
Just dial me up.
I'm not pathetic.
I'm just alone,
and waiting for the phone to ring.
EnD
I just read those lyrics back to myself, and they look absolutely horrible written out. They sound a lot better than they look, but I will admit that I was writing this during a time of little sleep, so even vocally it has some "kinks" that need to be worked out. But..., believe it or not, as annoying as the whole repetitious "ring, ring" parts are, those parts are only for vocal effect, and they actually don't sound bad. It's a weird metaphor (sp?), I think, so I hope that makes it intriguing to some of you. Later! |
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