It's just easy to be cynical
when you can't pretend it's wonderful,
it's so easy, easy, easy,
but i don't know why it's breathing
no, i don't know why it's breathing.
Well you find it too amusing,
when you don't know where it's leading
I was sat beneath the blossom tree
where no-one ever bothers me,
no, they never think to bother me.
Oh now you find it one the shores,
the salt of yews and sycamores,
it's closer it's closer than you've ever seen,
closer, closer than it's ever been
so much closer now than it's ever been
The ghosts of queens and matadors,
legionairres and troubadours,
oh contraire, you wear me out,
i speak with the silence that slips out of my mouth
it's only silence that creeps from my mouth.
Author notes
It's not very good. I was singing aimlessly and made it up on the spot.
Please tell me what you think
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It's interesting. It doesn't entirely make sense to me, but some of the songs people like listening to most don't make sense, they only sound pretty. I could see this sounding pretty. I think it is good, just different. It's only "not very good" if YOU don't like it. So anyway. Thanks for sharing. Take care.
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Not bad for an aimless song, my friend. I enjoyed this... It would be rather interesting to hear this sung, I must say. All the best, Zach.
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