A thousand different directions
I don't know where to go
A thousand different directions
As far as I know
The sky is clear with scatters of clouds
My future is here, with no sign of doubts
I'm walking away, away to a place that gives me faith
Don't know If I'll ever be back
The higher I go, the higher it seems
I am at a place where I can be me
Leave me here alone--I can finally breathe
Barricade your mind with the strongest defense
This is something I've never seen before
I'll defend you, we'll make it through
I'm walking away, away to a place that gives me faith
Don't know If I'll ever be back
The higher I go, the higher it seems
I am at a place where I can be me
Leave me here alone--I can finally breathe
Everyone wants to believe in something, somethings that sets them free
Everyone wants to have some calmness, some calmness so that there's peace
I'm walking away, away to a place that gives me faith
Don't know If I'll ever be back
The higher I go, the higher it seems
I am at a place where I can be me
Leave me here alone--I can finally breathe
I can finally breathe
I'm finally set free
I can finally see
No more fighting with me
I can finally breathe
“Have you ever heard those lyrics by Nine Inch Nails: ‘I just made you up to hurt myself'?” he continues, laughing. “That's kinda how it is for songwriters I think: you almost create drama in your life just to get some good inspiration! Anything that irks you a little bit, for some weird and unknown reason, is good for really passionate songs. I write a lot of the stuff, but it's like a team – everybody's got their inspiration that they put into it.”
Wesley Scantlin of Puddle of Mudd said that. I find it so true. This has been on my mind for awhile--I deliberately create drama and whatnot for myself to create good inspiration. Of course good inspiration doesn't all come from deliberate action. It could just come to you at the most random moments, or when you're with someone special, or when you're doing something you love.
Inspiration is all around you. Whether it causes you feelings of pain, angst, love, remberence, happyness, regret, joy--whatever. Often times I look for inspiration, but to me, true inspiration comes from not seeking it, but just stumbling upon it on accident--when you're not even looking for it. Sometimes I'll be messing around with the guitar and this beautiful piece comes out, or this angsty riff comes out and I didn't even intend to find it.
But I guess what I'm trying to say here, is that inspiration is everywhere. Whether it's a deliberate attempt, or just stumble on it by chance.
I wish I could be More like yourself Then maybe you'd respect me I wish I could be More like yourself Then maybe you'd accept me I'm nobody/Just a third rate working class FREAK You don't know how bad this is getting You push your friends away for Bigger and better things and You don't even care "Why should I when I've got people to do that for me?"
I wish I could be More like yourself Then maybe you'd respect me I wish I could be More like yourself Then maybe you'd accept me
You can't see your filthyness Hidden under all of that bitterness So stuck up, I can't believe you're even listenin' to me No thanks, no forgiveness No "pretty please?"
I wish I could be More like yourself Then maybe you'd respect me I wish I could be More like yourself Then maybe you'd accept me
Why do you expect me to be all that you can be? Take away my spirit, steal it like it's candy You don't even care You don't even care You don't even care
YOU DON'T EVEN CARE FOR
ANYBODY BUT YOURSELF
You don't need me I don't need you Can't believe what you do Maybe you'd respect me, and I'd respect you I wish I could be More like you
Maybe you'd accept me
AND I'D ACCEPT YOU
Let's reach some Honest Ground That way the truth can be found, and you won't make another sound Let's reach some Honest Ground If we don't the truth will never be found, you'll sit there tied, gagged and bound
Why don't we start over again? We'll make believe we're friends We'll make believe to the end--and everything's fine I am your problem and solution You can't live with me yet you can't live without me Wishing you were unchained and free
So sorry to hear that you remember So sorry to hear that you remember me now I don't know if I should be glad you're back I'll just let this whole charade fade to black No I can't smell the roses The flowers here are gone Look up Mr. Sunshine--there'll be some more when I'm done
Let's reach some Honest Ground That way the truth can be found, and you won't make another sound Let's reach some Honest Ground If we don't the truth will never be found, you'll sit there tied, gagged and bound
I can't tell if you're just a liar Or some pretty face Tangled up in webs all over the place I can't read your mind Why do you expect me to respond on time? I'm not falling apart So I expect you do just as fine
Let's reach some Honest Ground That way the truth can be found, and you won't make another sound Let's reach some Honest Ground If we don't the truth will never be found, you'll sit there tied, gagged and bound Let's reach some Honest Ground That way the truth can be found, and you won't make another sound Let's reach some Honest Ground Some Honest Ground
I wonder if you're breathing I wonder if you need air Well, if you need air Come up and breathe Written by; Jonah L.
Well, It seems like Joey and I recorded our song finally. We apologize for the sound quality--we're working on it. Anyway, please check it out. Any constructive criticism is welcomed. By the way, there are no vocals or drums--It's just Joey and I jamming. Hopefully we'll have the drums and vocals recorded and up there soon. It's our first time recording, so hey, It's what to expect.
We've been doin' pretty good. Joey is really good at the guitar now. Steven is finishing up the drums, just filling in stuff that sounds good here and there, and I'm showing Joey his parts as he near-flawlessly plays them back to me. So we're close to having 1 song in the bank. That's good! Once we're finished we'll go back and tidy up Blue Sky Today and The Static(two songs we started but never finished.)
Yeah, but everything's going well, I've been in a real feel good mood. Life's treating me okay.
Also, after sending my Peavey in for repair (I got the warrenty) they sent me a new Peavey Hollowbody Sunburst. It's beautiful. Also, got myself an Ibanez amp. Nothing big there, but it's better than my starter amp.
I can't feel my legs, I'm tired of walking in the dark
Another cruel day, another senseless remark
This conformist way of living is making it hard for me to breathe
I can't talk right, I can't see, this life is up to me
Don't tell me what to do with what to do with what I'm given
This soul is just trying to make the best of where it's livin'
And I say--
Give me what you got
Beat me 'till I'm black and blue
I couldn't care less, don't tell what I'm supposed to do
Give me what you got
Hit me in the face
I'd rather be dead than living in your place
You can bet your life I'm not running away
I'll drive right through today
People say I'm wrong, others say I'm right
Well, if that's the case, I'd rather be right than live your life
Tell me what you want to say, I can handle anything
I won't say I'm sorry for not going your way
Keep that in mind while I'm busy living my day
And I say--
Give me what you got
Beat me 'till I'm black and blue
I couldn't care less, don't tell what I'm supposed to do
Give me what you got
Hit me in the face
I'd rather be dead than living in your place
You can bet your life I'm not running away
I'll drive right through today
Oh, I won't listen to you, no
Call me what you want, beat me black and blue
And I say
I say
And I say--
Give me what you got
Beat me 'till I'm black and blue
I couldn't care less, don't tell what I'm supposed to do
Give me what you got
Hit me in the face
I'd rather be dead than living in your place
You can bet your life I'm not running away
I'll drive right through today
I'll drive right through today
Nothing's in my way
(I'll drive right through today)
Can't you see, your way's a mistake
(Nothing's in my way)
I'll drive right through today
Well, I think the band is panning out quite well. Me, Steven an' Joey have been making great progress. We finally settled on a song after shuffling around for awhile. It's called 'Come To The Rescue', and it's got a real sick tune to it. We all went to Steven's house, and we all brainstormed. We came up with an intro and a little solo to add to the song. I say little because it's just octaves moving up and down the fret-board, but hey--it sounds good. The intro is sick, it reminds me of Soldier Side from System of a Down, but it's not a copy, trust me.
We've decided to go without a bassist, and hopefully find one before we get our first gig. Joey's improving greatly on guitar, Steven has been improving immensely as well, coming up with great beats for the song, and I've been coming up with some good guitar parts. I've also practiced on the vocals a bit, and decided to make my voice sound a bit grunge-like, but it sounds real cool.
So it looks like this;
Me - Guitar/Vocals Joey - Guitar Steven - Drums
The lineup reminds me of Nirvana, (3 members, etc.) I think this will work out well.
That's all for now, but we're making serious progress.
I can hear my echoes loud and clear, bouncing off the walls I'm waiting for someone to hear my voice, to hear my distant calls I'm stuck between the road to Hell, and the road to Amazing Grace I'm doing the best, the best I can, to reach a higher place
It might take me some time, to straighten out my act So give me some time, give me some time to rewind It might take me some time, to get myself out of this ugly place I can't go forward, I can't go back, I'm taking the time to erase my past
Standing out on Wilson Street, trying to calm my mind Contemplating what I've done, and what I've left behind My anguishment and disregard, get into my way Crawling on my hands and knees, Lord my God I pray
Turn the lights off, and leave me here to help get my mind clear It's obvious, so obvious, I'm starting to disappear And when I'm done, yeah when I'm done, my transformation's just begun
It might take me some time, to straighten out my act So give me some time, give me some time to rewind It might take me some time, to get myself out of this ugly place I can't go forward, I can't go back, I'm taking the time to erase my past And when the nightfall comes, I'm standing in front of the midnight sun
It might take me some time, to straighten out my act So give me some time, give me some time to rewind It might take me some time, to get myself out of this ugly place I can't go forward, I can't go back, I'm taking the time to erase my past
Echoing a thousand miles, you hear my thoughts that scream Reaching to a full degree, once heard only in a dream Everyday I wake up again, I rub my hurting eyes This time I will try my best This time I will try
It might take me some time, to straighten out my act So give me some time, give me some time to rewind It might take me some time, to get myself out of this ugly place I can't go forward, I can't go back, I'm taking the time to erase my past
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