I updated it so its a little more inclusive.
Unimpeachable players
I arrived here stranded
and I dont know why
Now Im sailing toward my death
like in the blink of an eye,
what is this a joke?
what did I do to deserve this,
Im standing here facing obliveration
and Im a little bit nervous,
a little,
you know,
its just my life on the line,
the ways of space are trying to fade me,
but Im ripe on the vine,
the type to define,
the up and coming evolution of man,
the solutions at hand,
time tried to strand
but crows nest says
1 MILE to land
blood in the water,
surrounded by fins
but with the MILE premise on the winds,
the end is here for oblivion,
existence shoots, scores,
and it wins,
existence begins,
to take a whole new shape,
as our horizons expand,
free to live our dreams and,
explore these lands,
so wide and vast,
and now we dont have to move fast,
because at last
we've been saved by the new wave of brave,
the pioneers of the upcoming years,
propose a cheers,
Im ready to fight,
this involuntary blight that is killing me,
Its my choice to die and I choose indefinity,
dont let it numb your brain, we cant succumb to the strain,
we as a people, must over come agings long evil reign
the door is locked,
the portal is broken,
the key is busted,
the locks rusted shut and smokin,
we gotta get through it if we're ever gonna live,
with the weight of the world,
this door is gonna give,
so lets take the 6 point plan science section
and set a roundtable to expand it,
expound on it,
break ground with
and then make some sound with it,
noise,
like a siren,
pulsing like white hot light through the air,
calling all to prepare,
for the war,
the spoils in which,
all will soon share,
In this harbor that we live in,
if every ship says it is willing,
we can explore this sea,
of utter and vast and deep mystery,
to be sure,
before we conquer we'll see many hard days,
but boat hulls arent meant to flatten,
but to roll with the waves,
its no blow to the brave,
through out history,
they know that victors
encountered crushing blows before victory.
memento mori,
but life is sine qua non,
the stage is set,
the race is on.
(original, old copy)
Ive been writing lyrics to support life extension and about 8 months ago I finally started buying equipment to put them together.
As soon as I get a voice distorter and somebody to help me get all this stuff hooked up properly Im going to start trying them out. Here is one that I want to try. The title of the song is a phrase from something that I read here in imminst a while ago.
Unimpeachable players
I arrived here stranded
and I dont know why
Now Im sailing toward my death
like in the blink of an eye,
what is this a joke?
what did I do to deserve this,
Im standing here facing obliveration
and Im a little bit nervous,
a little,
you know,
its just my life on the line,
the ways of space are trying to fade me,
but Im ripe on the vine,
the type to define,
the up and coming evolution of man,
the solutions at hand,
de grey and bruce,
have almost got the goose in their hand,
seven deadly things like sins,
but with sens on the winds,
the end is here for aging,
existence shoots, scores,
and it wins,
existence begins,
to take a whole new shape,
as our horizons expand,
free to live our dreams and,
explore these lands,
so wide and vast,
and now we dont have to move fast,
because at last
we've been saved by the new wave of brave,
the pioneers of the upcoming years,
propose a cheers,
Im ready to fight,
this involuntary blight that is killing me,
Its my choice to die and I choose indefinity,
dont let it numb your brain, we cant succumb to the pain,
we as a people, must over come agings long evil reign
the door is locked,
the portal is broken,
the key is busted,
the locks rusted shut and smokin,
we gotta get through it if we're ever gonna live,
with the weight of the world,
this door is gonna give,
so lets take those 7 deadly things from SENS,
and set a roundtable to expand them,
expound on them,
break ground with
and then make some sound with them,
noise,
like a siren,
pulsing like white hot light through the air,
calling all to prepare,
for the war,
the spoils in which,
all will soon share,
In this harbor that we live in,
if every ship says it is willing,
we can explore this sea,
of utter and vast and deep mystery,
to be sure,
before we conquer we'll see many hard days,
but boat hulls arent meant to flatten,
but to roll with the waves,
its no blow to the brave,
through out history,
they know that victors
encountered crushing blows before victory.
memento mori,
but life is sine qua non,
the stage is set,
and now its time to get it on.
Edited by brokenportal, 07 November 2011 - 08:10 PM.