Traffic lights/credit card youth.

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Funkimunki78

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« on: February 18, 2013, 02:33:04 AM »
First song .... Traffic lights ...


I was  Free falling in to a bayou of my tears
Drowning in the fears of mine
Fears of by own design
A castaway beached in sand and sunshine
a bête noir of existing
"Traffic light controlled life
We are are more stop than go
Never get a good flow "
A burned  faded image on the landscape
Destined to be forsaken
Like the way of the cassette tape
It's like being Lilliput big with no one to share it with
it's was like they said
Hold fast to dreams,
 for if dreams die,
life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.
dreams are the blue prints of desire
Goals are calls to action
A direction to channel the fire
Burning in side my soul

I kept my dream
I kept the belief
I found my queen to rule my world with me
now my lonely heart no longer bleeds
I have you , you fulfil my every want and need
My wanting no longer breaths
My Heart beats with your heart beat
My soul and your souls are the same
I give you my everything the least my name .

Hope hope fear
Fear fear hope

I don't know what the future has in store for us
All I know we will hold true and trust
The strength and force that seduced our fears to hopes and happiness
Will steer the test of time ,Guide  the paths we travel  ,the seas we traverse 
And our love will shine brighter than the stars in the sky above the earth

Second song ... Credit card youth.

We are the disaffected youth
We have no options to choose
We are hidden from the truth
We are disaffected youth
No work no worth zeitgeist of the world
No hopes from a frozen future
drowning in the cirque
a fissure not to suture

We are drowning in the cirque
We are a generation with no worth
We have no option no choice
We are a dumb voice
We are a disaffected youth
We a people with with no work
This is the zeitgeist of the world
All mankind a future denied
We bought the future we were sold
Salvation in cash for gold
Domino banks crashing to the ground
Worthless paper dollars
Worthless paper pounds
A eon old blood feud
battle for the ice tower

We have no available funds
But we spend spend spend
Trained consumers
Till the bitter end
Stretch and bend
Squeeze the life
Of  our flexible friend
« Last Edit: February 18, 2013, 11:32:49 AM by Funkimunki78 »

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« Reply #1 on: February 18, 2013, 12:46:44 PM »
I think you let your imagination run riot here,theres some good lines..what genre do you see this is as.