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Plea

Contributed by Poet_of_anger on Tuesday, 13th September 2005 @ 06:19:41 PM in AEST
Topic: SongLyrics



Do you
Realize
Your lies
That hypnotize
Your life

Streams of
Unconsciousness
Bringing a mess
Of bliss
I guess

Do you want me
Or am I hindering
You

There was
Truth before
Outside your door
It was for
Just you

Could you
Not see
Not believe
It was free
For you

Do you want me
Or am I hindering
You

There were
Glory days
Now betrayed
Thrown away
Forgotten

Cursed is
The blessed past
That couldn't last
Even masked
Forgotten

Do you want me
Or I am hindering
You

And you may say that it's alright
Forgiven is that wretched night
But it isn't quite alright
With me

Don't sell your emotions short
They are worth so much more
Quiet now don't retort
I plead

Let me be
Let me be




Copyright © Poet_of_anger ... [ 2005-09-13 18:19:41]
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Re: Plea (User Rating: 1 )
by WAE on Tuesday, 13th September 2005 @ 06:27:26 PM AEST
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Some lines aren't clear to me but overall it's okay...
Alex


Re: Plea (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 15th September 2005 @ 05:57:07 AM AEST
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Songwriting is more about the music than lyrical insight.

I don't think this is very interesting, caught as it is, between abstraction and nonsense ('there was truth before' ~ 'forgiven is that wretched night') but who knows? You may have a No.1 hit melody behind it - that's why the appeal of lyrics are such a mystery to me . . .

Keep writing,

N_F




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