The Lonely

Original Beat Influenced by The Beetles' Eleanor Rigby. Designing entirely original secondary riffs and drums/bass, and finally original lyrics, everything in this song is original.

This is just me messing around. I don't expect you to think I'm good, I don't have a high self-image. This is just what I enjoy doing in my free time. I didn't "kill it" like I hear everyone say, I just made a beat and wrote what's been on my mind over the past couple months. If you'd like to listen, listen. If you don't want to, that's fine too. Enjoy.

Lyrics:

I don't know these men as well, as I know myself.
Can't seem to get a read on their greedy selves
I condone their shells and their souls as well,
Lies boldy dealt
Hold 'Em, I fold 'em, looks like I might as well [go 'head]

Just show them my cards, they guess first
Pocket Jokers in my hand wealth stranded jester
Check my gestures, zipped up sweatshirt
Sweaty complexion, 9:30 in bed first,
Up front for lectures, the freshman red shirt,
In a maze of dead ended, offensive pending, skill- descending depth chart

Best part's I'm going mad, [better] mind my health
Half the time I'd rather be alone, best by myself
I'm disappearing and fearing that my mirror's lost adherence
I'm stuck on first gear with clearly no steering
I'm veering off the road, severe, there's interference
Its not cheering, I'm hearing sneering cuz I got no career, and

Now I'm wounded. When the night and moon hit,
I'm sticked in the middle of a knife and a boom stick
Cuz that's when my thoughts get sight-seeing ballooned,
Dead firing, platoon hit, pens writin' through the night in my room

My music's movin', elusive, reflects my mood
If I'm lovin' life your gonna see me flex to prove it
If I'm angry I'll be painting all the pain and ruin,
If I'm sad I'll be stranded and island-like marooned


CHORUS X 2
It's a,
Life sentence, intense its, condensed in,
To a short message, sent and re-sent, again and again
With different memories in them
But when you hit rewind, the same beginning and end

Jim Carey reversed, like the Mask is real beautiful
And my face beneath should be buried and funeraled,
Like Eleanor Rigby just in case I'm ignored
Wearing the face that I keep in the jar by the door [input audio?]

I've betrayed my scarred soul,
A Benedict Arnold,
Wearin' counter clerk gloves, Scannin' people like bar codes,
Judge the world like I'm high up on the saddle,
When really looking up its only Jesus with the gavel

People try to *tell me I'm nice. I guess they're, sympathizing
Cuz they know that I'm tryin' they feel inclined....
But I know the stories told make the nose grow,
Pinocchio, people hoping I won't catch their drift, like Tokyo

It's kind what we say when we're primed
Lies stacked up nice and tight like, the height of kite flight
When we wind right down to lying the last one
And all truths come poorin' out like a...flash flood

We feel like if we lie but believe
Something better than what we say then we'll be better received, ours truths better perceived
I'm lost as thoughts approach the edge of my brain pounding
I lock up my mouth like a titanium vault and

Sometimes I slip up and my lips hit the track,
Meaning I'm running my mouth, like the vault got cracked
Evil leaks through my teeth like plaque,
This colgate paste is lackin' a smack protection plan

CHORUS X 2

I'm begging for help,
I can't afford resistance,
I can't do it alone, like I'm running a business
Just a lonely stock holder and they all sit and stare (à straight through)
At my lack of power, glower down because I'm only one share

I rarely **sleep at night, cuz my brain keeps spacing,
Like I need something more, like I'm trapped in the Matrix,
All these problems I'm facing make me feel like I'm chasing
The unreal, undeal these cards and let me draw and replace them, And to

**find who I am,
I just look in the eyes,
Of passerbys, as they passby,
I find what's inside
Cuz what I do in my trapped mind, ain't reflected in life,
Only the doin's and the done's go 'head direct and define,

So what if they're wrong as they try to guess who I am?
Why should I expect less? How could I demand
As they expand and (fan...) out, and cross where I stand
Hoping they'll see other cards than what I've got in my hand

When this world ends and the next divine's beginning'
We're not obliged to take up all of our earnings and winnings
So the hurting, spitting, cursing kicking curses we're gifted
Are worthless in both worlds so why do we dish them?

It's a,
Life sentence, intense its, condensed in,
To a short message, sent and re-sent, again and again
With different memories in them
But when you hit rewind, the same beginning and end

Category:

Music

Tags:

• lonely
• rigby
• eleanor
• juggernaut
• miles
• beatles