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In SONANCE on December 28, 2009 at 11:34 am


…and those who hugged me, and praised me, then spoke ill of me; I forgive you but you’re banned from my life.

…and those who fancied me and paraded me like a trophy, then kept me out in the dark; I forgive you but you’re banned from my life.

WITH THE CURSE PRONOUNCED; the loud drumroll of the devas sounded. We could’ve been friends; now you’re banned from life.

…befriend me and defend me, but really deep down resent me; guess what? you’re banned from my life!

…and those who had the chance to help me, and instead shelved me; I forgive you but you’re banned from my life.

WITH THE CURSE PRONOUNCED; the loud drumroll of the devas sounded. We could’ve been friends; now you’re banned from life.

WITH THE CURSE PRONOUNCED; the loud drumroll of the devas sounded. We could’ve been friends; now you’re banned from life.

In SONANCE on December 28, 2009 at 11:19 am


I’m not what you needed; we could’ve succeeded. Oh, we could’ve been like very best of friends.

Now I venture forth ablaze; the pride forms, millions of eyes piercing from the haze — you’ll never keep us chained.

Choose your side I’ve chosen mine, fight for good or fight for nothing.

I’m not what you needed; we could’ve succeeded. Oh, we could’ve been like very best of friends.

Now I venture forth ablaze; the pride forms, millions of eyes piercing from the haze — you’ll never keep us chained.

Choose your side I’ve chosen mine, fight for good or fight for nothing.
Choose your side I’ve chosen mine, fight for good or fight for nothing.

(Choose) Now I venture (your) forth (side) ablaze (I’ve…)

In SONANCE on August 8, 2009 at 8:14 pm


Why are the bad times bad? Why is passion passionate? Natural things, natura, I come and go; the red that lights the core.

Oh, I want to be powerful, ever influential; my heat, your sighs. Natural things, rising; pale red, love more.

When are the good times good? When looking for adventure? Natural things, natura, I come and go; the red that lights the core.

Oh, I want to be powerful, ever influential; my heat, your sighs. Natural things, rising; pale red, love more.

Elegant, ever influential; your heat, my sighs. Natural things, rising; pale red, love more.

Fire.. fire, fire… fire, fire… fire, fire, fire, fire, fire… fire, fire…fire, fire, fire… fire… clean like;

powerful, ever influential; my heat, your sighs. Natural things, rising; pale red, love more.

Elegant, ever influential; your heat, my sighs. Natural things, rising; pale red, love more.

Natural things (I want to be), rising; I want to be, (fire, fire, fire).

In SONANCE on August 8, 2009 at 7:33 pm


Feel her right and feel her left; feel her turns and let your weight ignite her.

When she came here she moved me around town, and she properly went and showed me around; then she had me speaking how proper the way she curved and how when I’m inside her she makes a purring sound; and how when she come around shake up a whole earth gravitation, rotation, foundation, vibrational force and she’s;

“drivingmecrazyshewannatakeitfromzerotoeighty threetofivesecondsshemurderingthespeedlimit”

Astras rain from the clouds on your skin; my mercedes, my mercedes.

Shift her up, and shift her down; warm her engine, rev her, rev her, ignite her.

When she came here she moved me around town, and she properly went and showed me around; then she had me speaking how proper the way she curved and how when I’m inside her she makes a purring sound; and how when she come around shake up a whole earth gravitation, rotation, foundation, vibrational force and she’s;

“drivingmecrazyshewannatakeitfromzerotoeighty threetofivesecondsshemurderingthespeedlimit”

Astras rain from the clouds on your skin; my mercedes, my mercedes.

In SONANCE on August 8, 2009 at 7:09 pm

With every touch, go deeper still, in the oceane of oceanes; and every breath I breathe in you, you’re my oceane of oceanes.

Yearning for the things I shunned yesterday; why do I like my life the way it was a year ago, when each one passes? Deeper still;

With every touch, go deeper still, in the oceane of oceanes; and every breath I breathe in you, you’re my oceane of oceanes.

The cold will (with every touch) never take me (go deeper still) because I’m (in the oceane) too warm (and every breath) too warm; the warm cant (I breathe in you) comprehend the coldness (you’re my oceane) I’ve learned, come deeper still…

In SONANCE on May 10, 2009 at 8:02 am


Come to me, everything you desire, your deepest inquiries, hopes and dreams; every single wish comes to you, from me…

… and my lips, to your ears, hear me whisper, “pinnacles of pleasure wait for you here.” Every single kiss makes you faint, for me.

Seafoam waves sing for you, dear, “oh, vieni con me, amore mio.”

Sunbeams on vimanas, radiant; and the heat, it lasts like, ages.

The tropics, they claim your fears, our bodies frolic like palm trees on
the tropics, they claim your fears, our bodies frolic like…

Sunbeams on vimanas, radiant; and the heat, it lasts like, ages, and ages and…

In SONANCE on March 21, 2009 at 1:27 pm

She’s got a look on her face like she’s never worked an honest day in her life.
Her eyes are vacant so she gets away with 99% of her lies. .. but I’m the 1% she cant surprise.

Everything you do contributes to my attitude to you.
Fanciness gets all you want, oh, but fanciness hides the truth; that you’re lonely.

She’s fancy, I’m anxious. She’s watching, I’m ambitious.
“What you gonna do way over there? Huh? Come closer.”
“Hm, now walk away. No, come back again”

…and when I’m on, you’re off, and when I’m off, you’re on
and when you’re off, I’m on, and when you’re on, I’m off…

In SONANCE on March 17, 2009 at 2:40 am

Close your eyes and just let yourself drift away.
Let your fingers grow limp and just sleep, oh.
Hold my hand with your sleeping palms, oh.
Rest your head on the warmth of my sighs, drift into violet.
I close my eyes and let myself drift into your dreams.
Hold my body, just lean, lean, lean into mine.
Hold my hand with your sleeping palms, oh.
Rest your head on the warmth of my sighs, drift into violet.

In SONANCE on March 7, 2009 at 6:40 pm

Today I woke up in fear of something precious, unknown; or was it simply the awareness that I wasn’t alone?

She knows I’m angry and cold, but I’m a sensitive guy. They know I’m angry and cold, but do they know the reasons why?

Sometimes I wonder “Am I going too fast?” Sometimes I wonder if I’m going fast enough?
With every second passing I get so anxious. Will anything I do be something of first class? …

In SONANCE on February 24, 2009 at 8:32 am

Seems like the way I think is changing; a loss is not so grave. I remember when I lose my way, “you must succeed to fail.”

Ohhh, they love to kick you when you’re down, when you make mistakes; they say it’s cruel to be kind, deep down, it’s just degrading.

Discipline and criticism’s almost all I know. Oh, I do it to myself; don’t need that no more.
Hard times equals cynicism, time again. Competing who’s got the worst life, no, we’re not the same.

I remember everything and I’ll remember more. I’ll forget not one single breath, I’ll forget no sores.

They said it’s cruel to be kind. They say “time’s your master”. They also say “life’s a bitch” — this keeps you in a cycle.

Discipline and criticism’s almost all we know. Yeah, we do it to ourselves, desires we ignore.
Hard times equals cynicism, time again. Competing who’s got the worst life, no, we’re not the same.

I remember everything and I’ll remember more. I’ll forget not one single breath, I’ll forget no sores.

I remember everything and I’ll remember more. I’ll forget not one single breath, I’ll forget no sores.

In SONANCE on February 21, 2009 at 10:49 pm

I’ve worked a very very long time here; I’ve had my share of disappointment.
I’ve been 2nd best many times before; I’ve been cheated on and punished my self.

…but you really want to know, what I really want to say to you? You do, You do?

Although a young fool, I feel the harsh rays of an old sun.
I don’t put my heart on the line for fun– or entertainment purpose.

…but you really wanna know, what I really wanna say to you? You do?
You cant keep saying “No”, when I’m saying what I’m trying to– this isn’t conversation.

I’m doing every single little thing I can do; I’m making every effort to make ends meet.
I’m not gonna be stolen from or used no more; I’m not the sideshow in your movie.

So you really wanna know, what I really wanna say to you? You do?
you cant keep saying “No” when I’m saying what I’m trying to– this isn’t conversation.

So you really wanna know, what I really need to say to you? Although,
you’re always saying “No” I”ll always be the voice of truth in the conversation.

In SONANCE on February 20, 2009 at 2:13 am

They have the nerve to taint my name with their words, it’s clear you’re not my friends and you never were.
I see it’s normal to discard the match that starts the fire and warms the herd.

I ain’t perfect, aw I tried to show you how i cared. It isn’t fair that you label, enable then disable me. Don’t you dare claim yourself a lion, when it’s clear you’re naught but serpents in my den.

There’s gotta be more than this, more than this, serpentine innocence. There’s gotta be more than this, more than this, serpentine innocence.

They clamour together, snakes in a den; convincing themselves of all they will do. They self deceive and claim themselves to be so clean and innocent.

I ain’t perfect, aw I’m burdened with flaws, but I stick to the truth, come hell or high water. The traitorous do not realize that a friends honesty can forge the deepest alliance.

There’s gotta be more than this, more than this, serpentine innocence. There’s gotta be more than this, more than this, serpentine innocence. There’s gotta be more to this life, than “that’s life and you die”, “well, that’s life then you die.” There’s gotta be more than this, more than this, serpentine innocence.

Their betrayal… their estrangement… ooh it hurts me… ooh the venom.

There’s gotta be more than this, more than this, serpentine innocence. There’s gotta be more than this, more than this, serpentine innocence. There’s gotta be more to this life, than “that’s life and you die”, “well, that’s life then you die.” There’s gotta be more than this, more than this, serpentine innocence.

Their betrayal… their estrangement… oh, it hurts me… oh, the venom. Oh, the venom… Oh, the venom…

In SONANCE on February 16, 2009 at 3:17 am

I wanted to know; I wanted to feel. I wanted to be something, you knew it, right?

She made me forget with every caress. She made me see nothing left in humankind.

High off the moonglow, high off the moonlight; High off the moonglow, high off the moonlight…

I followed the beams; collided with dreams, “nothing you do is right, all that you do is trite!”
…and who are my peers, after all of these years? Ferrarris gold and black, chariots old and cracked.

High off the moonglow, high off the moonlight; High off the moonglow, high off the moonlight.

In SONANCE on February 14, 2009 at 3:26 am

 

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