Ephemere - Progessive Synth-Rock

[Agnes]

*waiting curiously and impatiently* [smile2] [bouncy]

[FallenAngel]

He doesn't make me curious, nono!!! [nonono]

Damn, I am curious......!!!!

[Streetside Romeo]

Finally I decided to post two new songs here.
As I am always very paranoid when it is about copyright, it took me a hard fight with myself, but finally -as writing songs that noone can see/hear is just as exciting as having sex with noone at all- here they are:

Narcotic(prayer of a dead)
Please, Mister
Narcotize me
I'm going crazy
Running 'gainst
The bars of my cage
Alcohol, drugs
-I really don't mind
Just narcotize me
Calm my mind
Erase the freedom deep inside
And give me modesty instead
Let me lay down in my bed (I'm dead, I'm really almost dead)
And say: it's allright
I got all I need
I need no horizon in my life
Four walls, and a ceiling
That is fine
(so fucking fine)

Jan Schoenmakers, den 5.10.2003, Jena


Scene of the crime
When I fell
It seemed like a game
It seemed I would have a chance

I could take it
Take it and play
Without a consequence

In these walls
With dirtstains on them
I have once sealed my fate

While they were staring back at me
My ghosts
My jury
When greed'd my dreams predate

Too blind
Have not thought of the haunts
Have not thought of the drugs
That memory provides

To find
They are strong
Cannot sell what I've done
And I hoped
And I cried
Now I run (but)

There's no help
And there's no escape
I return to the scene of the crime

Like a villain
Like after a kill
I'm coming back to you

Running
Far far away
To return anew

See the walls
The dirtstains on them
They have not changed a bit

They are the same
Same ghosts
Same jury
Guess this is why I came

I'm lost
Anywhere in this town
Anywhere on this rock
We call planet home

For the cost
Is too high
Cannot pay off my thoughts
And I cry
And I run
To deny (that)

There's no help
And there's no escape
-I return to the scene of the crime.

Jan Schoenmakers, 4.-5.10.2003, Jena

[Dustin]

Two songs (good enough to publish) in two days! I really like them. 'bout the songtexts... how did you get inspired? *gg* Hope you're well and you're not into alcohol or drugs. That would be a bad start for a coming superstar ;)

[wii]

Is alcohol really that bad?

quote:Originally posted by Dustin
alcohol or drugs.

[MalilaM]

I don't think so... lyrics seem to me very good... [smile2]

[Jonatan]

Yeah I like the lyrics!

[Streetside Romeo]

Thank you!
@Dustin: No need to worry - the only drug I crave is music.
My inspiration: Moods, visions, ideas...and in the case of Narcotic the very feeling of being very limited by social and cultural constraints and - above all - surrounded by many people who, despite their youth, have given up being spontanious and visionary.

[FallenAngel]

@Jan

I thought that you had found your inspiration in the forum....[drunk].

Just kidding. Nice work!!!

What about a song of a Fallen Angel??

[Streetside Romeo]

Good idea - haven't yet written one about exactely such one...will work on it.

My favourite of the ones I wrote thatcome close to this issue is following:

streetside
He`s stuck in crossfire of apathy and rest
Looking for the best that will never show
He dreams of liberty and freedom to unfold
Hope is oh so old, handcuffs made of gold
He`s trying to defeat the demons of succes
Honesty his dress, coldness his caress
He`s breaking walls to see the inner stones between
Fences follow fences, eyes have never seen
Playing windmills`chess

He`s caught on streetside
with his emotions
torn in a war of different notions
he fights for meanings
with guns and feathers
he fights for any better weather
he longs for glory
to live forever
he`s gonna die

Beneath the starlight
Of resurrection
He`s chasing waters of affection
To burn the cradle
Of defetism
To find the justice he is missing
He has no chances
To reach this heaven
He`s gotta try!

The cold nights that he sleeps by bridges to no goal
Frozen up his soul, yeaning to get whole
The dirt is pulling down the uniforms he wears
Missiles against spears, proud against the tears
He fights for nothing but a place for him to be
Individual, sensual and free
He finds the warehouses of monetary gods
Immortality of Dollars in the spots
Buying paradise

He`s caught...

We live on illusions
Summers would last
We`re bound to live with our memories
¼ past, ¾ to come
We cannot escape, no, we cannot escape
Reinvent us new
Stay true to us
Future an eternal mystery
Past oh so clear
And in between
The moment we live
Is it true?Is it fake?
What do we feel
Why do we so
We settle and tell us the moment`d be right
But can we let go? We
Get cynic or
Dont know what
We`ve had until it passed by
Nor what we want
Where it all should once lead
Claim to head for directions
Claim to walk with our feet
But just let us take
With a strange stream that flows
To a vague direction
That nobody knows
In the point of the present
At any nowhere
We dream life is conscious
- to look we won`t dare
I look for the best that I will never see
What is it? Is it a god? Is it me?
Is it our reflection of hope in a world
That gives us questions but knows no replys?
Getting wiser than wise
Lower we rise
Looking for ground in eternity
For a sense that I never can see but my heart
In my dreams and my longings and not with my eyes

Words and music: Jan Schoenmakers, 6.12.2001, ende12/01, 4.1.02, 7.1.02, Jena