I've been doing a lot of writing lately. I can't figure out if it's because I'm bored in my Islam and Judaism class, or if I'm a teeny bit creative. I don't think these lyrics are really any good, but I figure if I keep writing then something notable will jump out.
Religion's Not a Choice
I can't lay down my burdens,
on some unknown diety.
In the end, they're all I have left.
Your ways of persuasion
leave much to be desired.
How can I convert,
when your religion leaves me choking?
(choke, choke, choke)
Is this your goal?
In my asphyxiation, I lose my will to your god?
I bite the hand that beats me.
I'm "sorry" again.
That word's lost all meaning.
Baptise me in my sins.
May the holy ghost enter
where my happiness once resided,
but I won't go to heaven
because your god doesn't love me.
"Oh, it's not an idol",
the cross on your wall.
And it's not abuse,
when you do it for God.
Try sparing the rod
and sparing my hope.
If you pray hard enough
I may become pope.
...or I may take the jump.
How can god still love a theif,
a rapist, and a murderer,
but not a man who loves a man,
or this girl with the gun to her head?
*Dedicated to my papa, a pastor.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Sunday, November 19, 2006
My first post
Here's a song I wrote about my friend who has cancer....I hate putting myself out like this, but since this site is a secret, I guess it's fine.
Octopus
Simple lives
and simple dreams.
Photographs
of better things.
Drift along,
the seven seas.
Not knowing
the blowing
is more
than a breeze.
[Chorus]
Will the water still hold you
when your hair is gone?
Will anyone be there
when the treatment is long?
Will you still be sick
when they hear this song?
Will you give up the fight
if the battle goes on?
The beeping
the smell
the hospital gown.
The oppressive atmosphere
that gets you down.
You breathe in air,
and yet you drown.
It hurts to go on
without my octopus around.
[Chorus]
Will the water still hold you
when your hair is gone?
Will anyone be there
when the treatment is long?
Will you still be sick
when they hear this song?
Will you give up the fight
if the battle goes on?
[Refrain]
The ocean hasn't been the same,
each of us holding a part of the blame.
That's all. Octopus is her nickname.....if that part is confusing.
Octopus
Simple lives
and simple dreams.
Photographs
of better things.
Drift along,
the seven seas.
Not knowing
the blowing
is more
than a breeze.
[Chorus]
Will the water still hold you
when your hair is gone?
Will anyone be there
when the treatment is long?
Will you still be sick
when they hear this song?
Will you give up the fight
if the battle goes on?
The beeping
the smell
the hospital gown.
The oppressive atmosphere
that gets you down.
You breathe in air,
and yet you drown.
It hurts to go on
without my octopus around.
[Chorus]
Will the water still hold you
when your hair is gone?
Will anyone be there
when the treatment is long?
Will you still be sick
when they hear this song?
Will you give up the fight
if the battle goes on?
[Refrain]
The ocean hasn't been the same,
each of us holding a part of the blame.
That's all. Octopus is her nickname.....if that part is confusing.
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