Change/Would You

Change

If told how to change a life

with only an action

would you?

If told how to save a life

by giving up yours

would you?

If shown how to save the world

by rolling the dice

would you?

If given a gun and told to shoot

to save yourself

would you?

I can't fix this by myself,

I need you.

I can't heal these tears and cuts

without you.

I can't promise something to save us,

I need you.

I can't give us the change we need

without you.

The change we can believe in,

depends on how we believe in ourselves.

I can't make you better, that jobs up to you.

I can't make life better. But I believe that you can.

If given the chance to cheat

to save yourself

would you?

If given the chance to steal

to save yourself 

would you?

If given the chance to help somebody else

with only a coin

would you?

When told to make your life better

by making someone else's too

would you?

The change we can believe in,

depends on how we believe in ourselves.

I can't make you better, that jobs up to you.

I can't make life better. But can you?

To help someone else is to help yourself.

When you give something up, you get it right back.

To help someone else is to help the world.

If everyone only cared, if everyone only cared.

Would you hug a friend, even if they don't care?

Would you smile and wave, even if it seems useless?

Would you change your life, to change someone else's,

To change the whole world's, to save the whole world.

Would you?

A Hero Born and Died

So, since I haven't really had a song idea (Though I have one coming), I just thought I'd post this. A little short story I wrote. I'm thinking of changing the end a bit, I don't quite like the dialogue. Anyways, I'd love for you guys to read this and tell me what you think

A Hero Born and Died

The dew of last nights rain reflected red light from the sunrise. The village lay silent, the only noise being a door creak, or a cat hiss at a bird. Occasionally pigeons would shoot out of a house, for apparently no reason. In the distance, a silhouette blocked part of the sun's rays. As it neared closer, the light shined brighter as a young boy was walking towards what was once his home. His eyes flickered around him, paranoid of what could be there. The farms were burned, the animals dead. The houses were pillaged, and black smoke filled the sky with dark clouds. As his footsteps grew shakier and slower, they became clumsier and more unsure of where they were going. The boy looked around for a few more seconds, then broke for a run at one of the pillaged homes. His feet slipped on a puddle, and he fell over backwards. He rubbed his hand against his head, and found to his horror that it was wet. He looked closer at his fingers and saw blood. He shakily stood up, and tried to dust himself off. By doing so he looked at the ground, and saw it. The blood flowed across the street like a river, unceasing. It had no end, it had no beginning. The boy realised the blood was not his own, but the blood of his family, his kinsfolk, his home. He kept walking.

Once he arrived at what could have been a home, he stopped. His eyes looked slowly at the windows, the doors. His hands went over the smooth wooden walls. Tears welled in his eyes, and fell like the tears of the god's, never ending, almost never beginning. He opened the door shakily, and walked inside. He hoped to find something, perhaps a small pet, or a younger sibling pulling at his clothes for attention. He found nothing. It was abandoned and deserted. He straightened up and walked head high to one of the rooms. Inside was a wooden box. "Thanks the gods it hasn't been opened," He thought. He slowly raised the lid, and lifted something heavy out. It was a sword. He pulled it out of its sheath. Its long silver blade rand out like a battle cry. The gold coated handle shone like a beacon, calling all to its cause. He held it high, raising it to the sky.

"I will avenge you!"

The boy was now a man. He had walked for miles, searching for the cave. The cave of the enemy, the monster, the murderer. He found it after many nights of hard travel. His feet ached and his body felt as lead, weighing him down. Yet he continued unceasingly. As he entered the cave, he heard the breath of the dragon.

"What is this? Has food walked willingly into my home?"

The voice thundered out of the darkness. The man clutched his head until the echoes died down.

"I come from the village of Draktha! You killed my family! I must avenge them!"

The man's cry rang out deep, almost more empowering than that of the dragon's. From out of the still black cave shone two eyes. They were curious.

"You came to take revenge out on me? You are just a boy with nothing than that of a sword. You have no chance of destroying me!"

The man's response was unfaltering, unfailing.

"I have no chance. But what else is there to do, than die for the cause of my family? Have you ever had a family? Did you love them? If you did, you would now how much honor it would be to die in their name. For their name. That is why I have come here."

"You foolish, naive child. Were this one of you human's fairy tales, you might be able to win. You might have died for a noble cause. But a sword does not make a hero. A sword makes a fool."

With those final words, the dragon raised an arm idly, and slowly crushed the man.

King James

I liked my last idea, and I think it went fairly well, so I'm going to try it again. Buckethead- King James

King James

King James is alone.
King James is afraid.
King James is King.

King James is dying.
King James is crying.
King James is king.

Weary eyes, they don't see anymore.
Weak hands that cannot move.
Sore legs that don't walk anymore.
King James still rules.

King James is dreaming.
King James is fleeing.
King James is king.

Paranoia haunts at every turn,
looking for the king.
Terror flees at every corner,
possessed by the King.

He can hear them coming for him,
he doesn't know why.
He can feel them watching him,
from the sky.

Wake up, wake up.
Its just a dream, relax.
Wake up, wake up.
Calm down. Its over now.
Rest in peace now.

Soothsayer

So, recently I have really gotten into good guitar songs and whatnot. One of the best artists that I have discovered/really explored would be Buckethead. This guy is incredible. He can shred (That means playing extremely fast and extremely accurate). He has a massive reach. He has great pinky dexterity. He can play extremely emotion songs.
One of those emotional songs would be Soothsayer. This song is incredible. Honestly, you really should listen to it.
So, what I'm going to do here, is I'm going to listen to the song (Which is nine and a half minutes long), and I'm going to write lyrics to how I feel simultaneously.
In simpler terms, I'm going to write lyrics to the song. These lyrics are not meant to be song to the song itself, but its merely a form of me expressing my emotions.
Here goes.

Soothsayer

You speak your words,
calmly, softly.
You tell me what I need to hear,
to help me become better.
You help me settle my emotions,
anger, hatred, fear.
You show me the way to go.

Soothsayer, you save me.
Soothsayer, you heal my soul.

I remember those days,
we were young then.
I remember those games,
we laughed all day long.
I remember the happiness.

Soothsayer, you help me
remember who I am.
Soothsayer, you tell me
what I can be.
Soothsayer, you tell me
how to go on.

When we got seperated,
I got lost.
I lost my way without you.
Now your here, here to show me,
the light at the end.
Oh, I missed you, I needed you,
those were the hardest times.

Soothsayer! Soothsayer!
I am seeing who I am now.
Soothsayer! Soothsayer!
I am seeing what I can be.

Soothsayer! I remember.
Soothsayer! You saved me.
Soothsayer! Soothsayer!
How I am glad, I have seen you again!
Don't leave, don't leave, don't make me sad again!

When we got seperated,
I got lost.
I lost my way without you.
Now your here, here to show me,
the light at the end.
Oh, I missed you, I needed you,
those were the hardest times.
I was wrong back then.
I was wrong, I shouldn't have yelled.
I was wrong, I shouldn't have screamed.
I was wrong, I shouldn't have.
I shouldn't have...done those things.

I was wrong, you ran away.
I was wrong, but now you're back.
Back to stay, I hope you stay.

Soothsayer! Tell me what I can do.
Soothsayer! Tell me how I can make you better.
Soothsayer! Tell me how I can make us better.
Soothsayer! Tell me how, tell me how, tell me how!

You speak your words,
calmly, softly.
You tell me what I need to hear,
to help me become better.
You help me settle my emotions,
anger, hatred, fear.
You show me the way to go.

Soothsayer, you save me.
Soothsayer, you heal my soul.

I remember those days,
we were young then.
I remember those games,
we laughed all day long.
I remember the happiness.
Bring it back.

The Doors

Alright, before I begin this, sorry about failing to put up new lyrics. I started on a song, thought it was really good, then it turned out terrible, and I've been too busy to write since.

Now, to begin. The Doors. I'm pretty sure everyone has heard of them, and has heard of their epic-ness. They're pretty awesome, and they're a classic. I'm pretty sure that their reign of music was in the sixties, and I'm pretty sure they stopped in the seventies, maybe even before.
They write primarily blues-rock music. They tend to have long songs that have about six minutes of keyboard instrumental. They have one of the greatest vocalists, Jim Morrison, who also writes the lyrics. He has one of the widest ranges, going from a bass up to a tenor. When he gets really high though, he tends to go into a screamy sound. (As heard in Break on Through). Their keyboardist is pretty good as he can play two very different parts and make it sound like a different instrument.

Three of their songs I find to be incredible, more incredible then the rest. I'm also planning on learning all three on the guitar.

Spanish Caravan. This song is probably my favorite right now. It starts with some semi-complicated sweeping chords. It then goes into a nice acoustic intro. Jim Morrison has great vocals here. After the first verse a keyboard comes in playing the same exact part as the guitar. Once Jim starts singing again, the keyboard goes into a really cool sound. To me it sounds space-age. Morrison's voice goes pretty low in this song, which sounds really good.

People are Strange. This song I tried to learn by ear on the guitar. I got lost once Jim started to sing, in other words, after three notes. This one has pretty nice vocals, and relatively simple guitar, which I can learn easily. Its got a nice slowish solo, and great lyrics. The guitar adds a great effect, and its got nice whammy on the second verse after the solo.

Love me Two Times. This song is really bluesy. It starts out with a blues riff on the guitar, which follows through the entire song supporting the chord changes. Really nice vocals in this one, great lyrics two. I love the guitar, and I think that is the main reason why I like this song. There is also a nice sounding keyboard and guitar chord that sounds dissonant, which adds a little change.

So, tell me what you think, and which one is your favorite!

Politician

I hear their lying words come out of their fake mouths.
I hear their scripted speeches, I can tell its not real.
I can see how they can fool us all. But they can't fool me.
No not me.

I see their shiny smiles, so pearly white.
Am I the only one who can see the fangs?
At any second the smile will change to bite.
I can stop it.

I will take my stand, now. I will change this.
I will fight my way, so my voice can be heard.
I will not stand for this, I will deliver us.
These politicians are our chains.

During one of their mind-melting speeches, I see myself standing up.
Everyone turns to look at me.
I will not falter.
I will not fail.

I break through the arms of their zombies, I run faster and faster now.
I push aside the speaking demon, and speak my own words.
Everyone listens.
They all believe.

I will take my stand, now. I will change this.
I will fight my way, so my voice can be heard.
I will not stand for this, I will deliver us.
These politicians are our chains.

They say this is a democracy, I say no.
We should let the people speak their minds.
That's how I won, that is why I am victory.
I am the people.

But one fateful day, I gave a speech. A speech of history.
While speaking, I felt a rush of blood to the head.
I started speaking words that I had not thought of for years.
I tried to stop, I couldn't.

I passed evil laws, I planned domination.
I started a dictatorship.
Before my eyes I saw the blood start to spill.
I saw the lies in my promises, I saw it all get destroyed.
I had become, a politician.

Contrast

So I have three current obsessions at the moment. They are all very different from eachother.

The first, you may know. Damien Rice. His song, Cannonball, I find at the moment very musical, and lyrical. Once I get my guitar again I plan on learning it.

The second, you may also know. Tenacious D. This is Jack Black's band, and you may have heard a lot of hype over their movie, The Pick of Destiny. Their song, Master Exploder, I like for its humor, great guitar, and Jack Black's incredible vocals. It is also confirmed as a song on Rock Band 2, which is coming out this fall. Unfortunately, I cannot find a link to the clean version. If you are fine with swearing, then you can look it up yourself. (Don't worry, I have and only listen to the clean version ;))

The last I am positive almost none of you have heard of. His name is Serj Tankian. He was the lead singer for the nu-metal band System of a Down. His song, Feed Us, is by far one of my favorites. This song portrays a lot of politics within the lyrics, mainly about the Middle East, and I find the music and his voice to be captivating.

So please, comment and let me know what you think. I'd like to know who is your favorite out of the three (Though I'm positive Damien Rice will win, unless you guys have different taste then I expected).

P.S. Check in soon for a new song.

Willpower

After a hard day's work, don't we all feel exhausted?

At the end of a bad day, don't want to just run away?

This world's not right we say. And yet we can't make it better.

Help us.

I want to leave this world, and run away, run away.

I want to find a better place to stay.

I want to find a land free of hate, and free of pain.

Please tell me how to get there.

Faint away, faint away. Away from reality, our reality.

Wake up, wake up. Up to our life long dreams, sweet dreams.

Hand in hand, we can walk. Through to sunset to where we long to be,

Reality is what we make it.

Close your eyes, close your eyes. Shut out the empty night, the horror.

Open up, open wide. Look around, but don't glance down, the bloodied spikes on the floor.

Raise your head to the sky, and laugh in the face of Fate. Make your own destiny!

Reality is what we make it.

After the war ends, will anything still be the same?

Once we all return home, will it all just be where we left it?

Its gotten worse out there, but no one believes us.

Tell them.

I want to leave this world, and run away, run away.

I want to find a better place to stay.

I want to find a land free of hate, and free of pain.

Please tell me how to get there.

Dream away, dream away. Nothing will happen 'till you try, just keep trying.

Snap back, snap back. Back to reality, now try to make a difference, such a difference.

Mind in mind, we can think this through, and get to where we long to be.

Reality is what we make it.

Block out the light, block out the light. Its not real, its all a trick. A magician's illusion.

Look into the night, look into the night. Its full and bright, bright with fright. Feed on others.

Avert your gaze from the eyes of the gods, and rise up and fight for your life!

Reality is what we make it.

The king will laugh as we die inside.

The king will laugh as we scream.

We must try as hard as we can to survive!

Willpower, sheer willpower is all we need.

Reality, is all we make it.

Its in our heads.

The Time is Right

Every season, the farmer struggles.
Every year he lays near death.
Every night, his back is aching.
Every time he breathes he stops to think.

He wonders why he cannot live
In sweet, blissful luxury.
He wonders why he cannot live
Free.

And yet, one day, he stands up.
He breaks the shackles from his hands.
He lifts his head to the sky.
He laughs at the gods.

The time is right he yells to his brothers.
He shows them the way to life.
He runs now with his small army.

He tells his brothers,
Now we can make our dreams
become reality.

He tells his brothers,
Now we can do it.
We can live like a man.

Everywhere, the innocent are imprisoned
Every year, there is a false execution.
Every day, they rot and they suffer.
And every thought is an angry thought.

They wonder how this could happen.
How could Fate play with their lives like this?
And yet, they always suffer.
They wish to be free.

And still, one day, they will stand up.
They will break the cells that contain them.
They will lower their heads at their enemies.
They will laugh in their faces.

The time is right, they yell to each other.
They show each other to key to success.
They runs now with their small army.

They tell each other,
Now we can make our dreams
become reality.

They tell each other,
Now we can do it.
We can live free.

Not all stories have happy endings
Not all our lives are fairy tales.
Its time to distinguish reality from lies.

Those these great men, stood for each other.
They stood to survive justly.
The world tends to be very cruel.
The ending however, is up to you.

Dark

Running through the roses.

Dancing through the briars.

Rolling down the cliffsides.

Pretending its so happy.

Burning in the sunshine.

Crying in the shade.

Dying by the bedside.

Pretending its so happy.

Everyday the sun goes down.

Monsters come every night.

Everyday the sun goes down.

Goes down into dark.

Trying to get out.

Running for the exit.

Struggling for air.

Screaming in despair.

Dark horns and bright eyes.

Sharp claws and yellow teeth.

Demons of imagination.

Demons of your fascination.

Everyday the sun goes down.

Monsters come every night.

Everyday the sun goes down.

Goes down into dark.

Sun rises, its over.

And away goes the horror.

Living like this

makes me want to fly away.

Fly away into dark.

Prologue , August 29, 1968

Alright, its not August 29th 1968. In-fact, its May 28th, 2008.

Someday you will see how long we've waited for the time. The time refers of course to me starting  a blog. I am sorry to say that most of my posts will not be intelligent, they will not be witty, they will not be funny. In fact, my posts and the main purpose of this blog will to be post my lyrics that I write. I might also post lyrics of other bands I like (Of course, I will take all the credit), and I might post links to music videos/songs I am currently obsessed with.

Please, be warned that my lyrics are not good. They are terrible. Oh well. Here goes nothing.

I never said I'd start posting them now did I?