Just to kickstart these whole shindig, I thought I'd share some lyrics. I'm working on them, and I'm working on a guitar part for it as well. I'll start getting bed tracks for it soon. Shitty, but the music will make up for it.



Lacuna


Hey goodbye,
You know I tried,
But to my surprise,
This man is dying,
It's cold, so cold, my son.
Nothing ever bothers me now.


Your eyes are broken!
Vandalised by the truth, close them again,
Hide what shames you most,
For a closed eye is better than a broken one.
Your head softens; soften like the words from your mouth.
I am flying in a paper plane,
Shoot me down like you shot down your hopes.

Hey goodbye,
You know I tried,
But to my surprise,
This man is dying,
It's cold, so cold, my son.
Nothing ever bothers me now.

(I was aware I was dazed by the sonic stars,
Mountains crumble beyond the clouds,
So hey now, put your fear behind you,
For one by one, you will disperse with the sun.

Further, Gaia,
Wasting time and light in irony,
Oxygen thief, reach out for me.
One is Gaia, Gaia is me.)


Ready?

Moving out!

(We've finally found our own world, this is our night. We don't have to worry about whether it's wrong or right. Because for once, this is our night. In a few hours reality will creep back into our lives and attempt to suffocate what air we have left to breathe, but before that happens, I'm telling you now, this is our night. When the sun finally appears through the cracks of the curtains, just close your eyes, this is our night. And when a week has passed, and you're wishing you were back there, just remember, this is our night.)

Let’s take this down,
Let’s dredge ourselves into oblivion!
Let’s take this down.

(In the long history of the world, only a few generations have been granted the role of defending freedom in its hour of maximum danger. I do not shrink from this responsibility - I welcome it.)

And now, the show begins...

Are we free? Are we hurt?
Are we deserving, or just deserved?
And our sentence, have we served?!
This is not what I was intended for!
Are we human? Are we dirt?
Are we the observing, or the observed?
We cannot overlook the fact that we all die eventually!
Use your time, and abide!

(Further, Gaia,
Wasting time and light in irony,
Oxygen thief, reach out for me.
One is Gaia, Gaia is ki.)

Hey goodbye,
You know I tried,
But to my surprise,
This man is dying,
It's cold, so cold, my son.
Nothing ever bothers me now.

A beautiful, evil winter’s day,
Turns into a greyer shade of grey.
Yet grey is grey anyway.
I’d rather not live any other way.

Wow, that is an awesome track! I do love the lyrics!

- Stevie

Jason: I doubt that we can take that off of you, but thank you so much dude. Inside, I always knew we would come together again.






Jason: Thanks! It's at a very early stage, just scribbling down notes and stuff, but I felt as if I could share it. All of my lyrics at this point are just prototypes. I hope I can do it justice when it comes to the actual music.

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Jason: Thank you very much guys... it feels good to be back! A video will be up soon of some early tracking. I will then send this off to the guys and we will work for months making a new album. This features two songs "Lacuna" and one tentatively titled "The Paladin's Revenge", which consists of mostly musical wankery at this point. These may not make it, I hope they will.

OOC: Can you just tell me if it works guys, it hasn't done in the past... last major post of the day, I swear.

OOC : It works, and I didn't have you down as a Vengaboys fan. :P

So how would we like some new Mind music?! Yeah, me too, but unfortunately we're still writing the music. How about some lyrics? This is going to be an intro. It is influenced by a combination of my dreams, the play Blood Brothers and Courage the Cowardly Dog.

Animus, Anima: The Coma Theory - Lyrics


(You’re not perfect.)
There are shoes on the table, a joker in the pack.
The salt was spilled and the mirror’s cracked.
There’s one lone magpie overhead.
And I’m not superstitious, the mother said.
No, I’m not superstitious, the mother said.
(You’re not... not perfect)

How quickly an idea planted can,
Take root and grow into a plan,
A thought conceived in this very room,
Grew as surely as a seed, in a mothers womb!

(You’re... not perf- perfect. You’re not perfect)

How quickly those who’ve made a pact,
Can come to overlook the fact.
Oh that the reckoning could be delayed,
But a debt is a debt. It must be paid.

(Perfect.)

OOC: Thanks! A lot of it is derived from a play called Blood Brothers, so I can't take all the credit for it.

So yeah...




We still need to confirm a couple of things, but here is the tentative line up. Pretty good, yaaar?

OOC: Shoddily done, but it gets the message across :P

WOW!!!! This looks awesome!!

- Isaac

Well we can't wait to get out there too!

- Isaac