RiCterMan
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Joined: Jun 10, 2005
Location: Madison, OH
Posts: 742
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| Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 8:01 am |
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Hello again, people...,
I wrote some new lyrics today, but it was actually today, as in 12:30a.m. being the time that I finished them.
These lyrics are written in a manner that is meant to be highly symbolic to the actual meaning. In other words, if you read this, you may be lead to wonder what the hell it's written about. 
The main idea is centered around the stars being used to symbolize the future, destiny, etc... That, of course', is not something I can claim as an original idea or whatever. But sometimes, I take simple metaphors and I try to broaden them into something bigger. I did that here, by writing about stars battling against captives, and it's meant to portray this: Fictionally, the stars (that represent one's destiny) are on their way to Earth, to try to end the disruption of the attempts of the minority of our society, to reach them. It all comes down to my views that a good portion of our society hinders the growth of others. The reason I'm stuck where I'm at these days is my fault, as well as the fault of others at the same time. I was made to feel inferior, and in the end became oblivious to my errors. It's kind of hard to explain, but it's true. We, as humans, have the ability to build our own lives, which makes it our fault if we fail, while true as that may be, others can interfere, leading to a split-up of who's fault it is. But this isn't about my opinions.... It's about the lyrics. So read 'em at will, my friends... 
"The Procession of Stars"
-RiCk, "RiCterMan," Strayer, fecit.
Stars follow in a line, down upon the edge of
shores,
coming to try to save it’s Earth from the
sores.
Clouds clear a path, while they gather to
observe
what should be a sight. -bright and dark in
war.
-The spears that glimmer.
-The onslaught of swimmers.
-The black of night,
and the clash of all time.
(Chorus):
The cause is not all who reach, feel a tug,
and then find themselves hostages of
an angry force:
those who tarnish the face of the human
race.
(-culprit named...)
Hard is the skin of the captors.
Weak are their views of beauty.
Stars should defeat what is really nothing at
all:
the emptiest of souls...
Bars “borrowing” the time, that is stolen
though, of course’,
stay in place, to encase self-worth reformed.
Eyes that peer in, there to check on
“prisoners.”
Up in the skies, a silent roar...
-The spears that glimmer.
-Foreign lands will send swimmers
for the furious fight,
and the crash of cold life.
(Chorus)
(Short Interlude, envisioned.)
One side is gonna’ tumble.
One side will be conquered.
No matter the victor,
loss will accompany......
(Chorus)
(Very Short Interlude, envisioned.)
Weapons will be drawn,
extended and then used.
It’s the battle for the sake of
all who stand abused...
Stars are on the way, down....
to save their, Earth...
EnD
This one was tough to write, and I'll probably revise it in more ways than I have already, but so far it seems close to what I was going for. If anyone could let me know what else it may need (without specifically creating for me), I'd really appreciate it. Thanks, and take care, friends... Later! |
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