This is a first, rough draft where I have mainly been working with the arrangement/instrumentation and overall "sound". It all started out with some wonderful lyrics from
hardtwistmusic that he was kind enough to allow me to add the music to. As I said, this is a demo so everything is scratch tracks at the moment, never mind the untightness and sloppy playing incuding the so-so vocals, all that will be taken care of.
I would appreciate any input on arrangement/instrumentation/progressions etx before I start finalizing and re-recording everything properly.
https://soundcloud.com/jambrains/the-prison-of-time/s-hbIEf The Prison (The Denial of Death)
VERSE 1.
Desperate fear is a prison. And false hope is a cage.
Fearfully we look away from death at every age.
Hard to tell the difference between desperate fear and rage.
With so many frightened actors on a slowly spinning stage.
CHORUS:
Stone walls do --- not a prison make. Nor iron bars a cage.
Time is the only prison from which we can’t escape.
Shackles of the inevitable. Chains we cannot see.
The hands of time – the end of life, - relentless certainty.
VERSE 2.
Denial is our sanctuary from death and fear and time.
We seldom recognize the trap, this irony sublime.
Fear entombs the souls of men. Eternity’s a game.
But in spite of all our fearful struggles, life ends just the same.
CHORUS:
Stone walls do not a prison make... Nor iron bars a cage.
Death is the only boundary whose bonds we cannot break.
Shackles of the inevitable...... chains we cannot see.
The hands of time – the end of life, - relentless certainty.
BRIDGE:
The denial of death. The death of denial.
Consumed by fear, no lawyer for the trial.
Trapped inside our fear of life. Consumed by fear of death.
Detained inside a life that always finds that final breath.
VERSE 3.
You know the moving finger writes, and having writ, moves on.
We fear the great inevitable when life is finally gone.
Fear of death is a prison, and false hope is a cage.
Death will be the final act and all the world’s a stage.
CHORUS:
Stone walls do not a prison make... Nor iron bars a cage.
Time is the only prison from which we can’t escape.
Shackles of the inevitable...... Chains we cannot see.
The hands of time – the end of life, - relentless certainty.