Mourn

[matrixmann]

We met
in a place where you don't get,
doubting souls,
not accepting the way the world all spins around,
thunderbolt,
united by someone's death, apprentice hounds,
young and naive,
different, but still same species

But then
came darkened clouds,
one holy day,
shady, proud,
one drove us away,
with him came fiends,
so dark you don't want to meet them at night,
robbed all the sense,
split all everything in fights

(Break)

Chorus:
Ever since then...
Never again
words of "you're okay",
"you are right",
"don't let them get you!",
"they all don't understand",
scattered into all directions,
it took out all the kind connections,
lost a voice,
lost a belief,
today all live everywhere
and nowhere

Sometimes
you don't know
was it intend or accident?
That effect,
kids all ripped themselves to rags!
Someone playing insect,
threatening his opponents,
what did they do?
Seemingly catch the wrath of his true path!

Just for that,
he punished us all,
holy crusade,
acting tall,
swung 'round the blade,
deviation not in his concept,
when all was destroyed,
he fucked off in his own little place,
leaving with all his unalloyed!

(Break)

Chorus

(in powerful voice; more aggressive synth, 1st line sung, 2nd one spoken/shouted in turns):

Don't tell me it wasn't the purpose
in the first place!
Don't tell me it didn't benefit
anything in the big space!

(4/4 beat setting in)

Something going hot topic,
superiors silencing you,
people finding the logic,
infecting other people too,
on the verge of an audience
and then, bursting the zoo?

Don't tell me it doesn't look like it...
Don't tell me it doesn't look like it...

(Break)

2 x Chorus

(whispered while ending music):
Wherever you are...

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Musical genre: past 2005 Progressive House, Hard Trance (Electronic)

Fat text - Voice goes up, becomes more powerful
Cursive text - Annotations about the music / vocals

This song was written for a male voice.

Comments

[onb2017.livejournal.com]

Wow, how long have you been working on this?

[matrixmann]

A basic note for the chorus I had somewhere for a bit of time, about a month or more, I don't know.
But never had the mind to do anything with it, just couldn't get into the mood and there would be nothing coming out of my brain that I'd think of it's good. You know, "doing justice to the issue" (der Sache gerecht werden).
It was still somewhere on the list, but not running with the highest priority... There's other stuff running with higher priority which I seemingly needed a little content break during the last days 'cause I've done like nothing for that after a few weeks for the first time.

Just say... The time was right now. The mind was not overly emotional, but also not like a topic which one has no connection to and writes about it in the intellectual way.
The words that come now, I think I can be content with it.

[Батька Махно (from livejournal.com)]

Good. I wish I hear this with music and proper vocals like Paradise Lost.

I think we got a song with alike intention - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CHkMlAyEGbc

Dogs from the city outskirts - there is such a breed.
In appearance - an ordinary flock, there are more of them from year to year.
They have clever faces and, like us, weak nerves.
But each of them is so proud, and everyone wants to be the first.

They gather in packs, not yet knowing what to do.
Maybe they just blow it, or maybe they'll hurt someone.
And their ears are on the the ready, you whisper - they will hear.
The street is not a toy, they are breathing faster here.

And in this place in another way do not live
And in this place in another way do not live

And that casual passer-by, that in the evening he presses against the walls,
In the afternoon unlikely helps them, except that the razor veins.
And everything is in order - there are males, there are bitches.
The first go to the whore, the latter give birth in pain.

And in this place in another way do not live
And in this place in another way do not live

And those that grow older, go unnoticed.
They just get scared, they get tired of chasing.
Let the harder muscles, doubts are less and less,
Movements become sharper, deeds become tougher.

And in this place in another way do not live
And in this place in another way do not live

And in the mornings they want to cry, but tears are not in vogue.
To hell with spiritual slush - you need to keep the rank.
Time must be killed in order to be in shape again in the evening.
As dog's flock howls, then again everything is normal.

And in this place in another way do not live
And in this place in another way do not live

[matrixmann]

Unfortunately I'm good at creating own ideas and writing lyrics for it, but school didn't made it to teach me writing and reading music.
I can only hope that at least I learn to write down Trance music properly, so somebody can catch the image of the idea that I had...