Here she stands with the stars reflected
In her mane of velvet rust
And I sit upon the precipice
Above a vale of seething lust
She speaks to me with her
Swollen eyes and claws of bone
I seek to aid but she fades away
Upon a love that’s made of stone
I stretch my mind and I grind my patience
As I crave what’s undeserved
She doesn’t see and I scream my praise
As my skin drips into the Earth
[Chorus x2]
I see your name in my sleep
I scream your face as I wake
I see your mind dissolve
And set itself on his face
I live on every moment
I feast upon every touch
And as you rot in my hands
You serve me as my crutch
Atrophying in pits of tepid ink
As her meaning sheds its verse
Like the heart-shaped mark upon the wall
The initials have forgot their words
In a wheel of gold and silver wrought
The face of hope is wheeled away
Carried off on the wings of something good
While the memory’s left for later days
I’m left with a garden of black stone
And the cut of your words on my vein
The corpse ain’t perfect but it shines
As the gold that stole my brain
[Chorus x2]
[Guitar Solo ]
[Interlude]
It’s like she swept my wrongs away
Like she judged me and left me to my rot
But she’s putrid too upon her bones
Make her see that that’s what I want
[Chorus x2]
Let us rot together upon our bones...
Author notes
Comments are greatly appreciated, especially constructive ones.
Basically a song that I wrote this evening whilst listening to Nirvana's "Heart-Shaped Box", which I used to get a vague idea of the flow (although it does not match the flow of Cobain's lyrics) - that might explain the dark tone of it. Feel free to interpret it as you will, although I personally wrote it about loving someone who isn't perfect (hence the depiction of the desired one, in this case a woman, as a corpse), and loving them even more because of those imperfections. There's a few other meanings in there, although I'll leave those for you to decipher.
Hmmm, perhaps I should write songs more often.
Oh, and sorry for the guitar solo cue, but I'm planning on writing music to accompany it. I think some sort of pentatonic blues solo would work here...
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Yeah, sorry mate. I think it's too unpolished for me to make any real conclusive comment here, uhh, I think we both know that I don't have any musical talent either, so I'm not best to judge songs. I guess I'd say that the lyrics are a bit obscure with all the metaphors, and I was thinking of saying that the flow isn't timed very well, but seeing as how it's set to music, it probably works out.
Anyway, I need to sleep. You gots your comment -
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Yeah, I'm planning on coming back to it sometime later. It worked when I mouthed it in time with the verse structure of Heart-Shaped Box, anyway. Well, at least I'm not alternating time signatures like I have before, that just gets confusing (I think something I posted on here was in a mix of 3/4 and 4/4?).
Oh, and the obscurity was intended, although if you look at it and know me well, you should be able to work it out. Sort of. I guess I'd been heavily analyzing Tool songs again, or something.
- N.
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