Short-Lived Dream

You are sicker in blue

With glaring white and red stripes

Pearl stars break your hue

Cannot trust your wavy moves

And the crowd lingers on

The sparks in the sky

Light up your lives in song

Indifferent and not asking "why?"

Shout a clouded slogan

For you, the everyman

Yet you are not privy to

The psychopathic demands

A heretic collects a rock

And you de-stock it in shock

Pepper havens to slow them down

And you abuse that every day

I can't feel your peace

Keeping us on a tight leash

For the good of the folks

And no one sings folk

Must you shelve your goods

Extracted from once pristine woods?

Friendly neighbors are aside

Whom you cast aside like trash

I could only hope for you all

All this will be in sing-song

I'll make amends for you all

Some of you live lives so strong

Earn your welcome to gain a gift

A gift of none of your home's squalor

Yet this could cause a widening rift

Among the hawks who claim valor

You are still sicker in blue

With glaring white and red stripes

Pearl stars break your hue

And we cannot trust your wavy moves

You have felt a comforting dream

One that will soon break at the seams

And the red, white, and blue icon

Will fade and lives will carry on

The Song of the Radical

The quaking mass of angry hearts

Hungers for a vile war to start

You can appease them or tease them

But you're fair game in this cold season

The song of the radical

Beats in the distance

Rise of resistance

The song of the radical

Different reasons

In the same season

The song of the radical

The quaking mass of angry hearts

Demands the king's head in the hearth

A contradicting reign of terror arises

Of which the resistance it surprises

The song of the radical

Beats in the distance

Rise of resistance

The song of the radical

Different reasons

In the same season

The song of the radical

The quaking mass of angry hearts

Hungers for a vile war to start

You can appease them or tease them

But you're fair game in this cold season

The song of the radical

Beats in the distance

The song of the radical

Different reasons in the same season

Sickening Wrath of God

Split the seas
Depart the waves
See the dread
Crack the townstead
Many flee
All cannot see
Death that awaits
From vessels of hate

Sickening wrath of god
Sickening wrath of god
Sickening wrath of god
Bleeding At War

Need a fix
For vile tricks
Snearing bandits
Called by mandate
No gratification
Or salvation
Just a fierce death
From vessels of hate

Sickening wrath of god
Sickening wrath of god
Sickening wrath of god
Bleeding At War

Spell of Mars crumbles the ground
Light of Stars all around
Spell of Mars crumbles the ground
Light of Stars all around

Sickening wrath of god
Sickening wrath of god
Sickening wrath of god
Bleeding At War

Paradise is here when it's my voice you hear

One of my goals in life is to make music of my own. However that is accomplished is left to the situations that unfold before me. I could use FruityLoops Studio (Aired Producer Edition, which I have on my machine), or I could get in touch with people who play various instruments. One problem may arise in my goal, however; I would be the sole idealist. Call me a lyric-hog (as you can see I have over a dozen of them in my gallery), but I like the thought of writing lyrical material for a music project.

Being a moody listener for the most part (yes, I know I started this sentence with a gerund, but bear with me here), I think it would definitely show in any music I'd make. So basically, I wouldn't really care about instruments being highly pronounced just for the sake of it; I would want to put the listener in a mood. I want the listener to be able to picture what I am trying to display in lyrics and through the musical notes in the tune. That's something I absolutely revere in music, and I don't think there's anybody who would disagree.

The musical group would be an Experimental/Alternative Rock/Modern Metal band, and I should definitely put stress on the Experimental label. To me, that label is truly what it's dictionary definition is, experimenting. That's what I would do with my music; I'd want to experiment with anything. Perhaps, no one song, or album, would be similar in any aspect. Well, I wouldn't want to completely alienate a listener by having each and every song completely different from one another, but that's left to producing the songs I've so-far written in the first place.

I'd like to get the ball rolling first, though, and I think my approach would involve doing the vocals first. I'll invest in a studio-quality microphone and see what I can do. I want the rest of the music to revolve around my singing. For music that involves vocals and beats, those two elements usually are the first things that the other instruments (bass, guitar, rhythm guitar, etc.) are then built from.

Anyway, I'll keep you all posted on when I get the vocal tracks going.

Keep on mutating,
Twisted Mutant Bearman

A Mind I Mind

My true mind's ghost

Proves an artless host

I try to sing my name

Only for a voice lame

Somehow by chance

The spark of a nuance

Lights up my awareness

Processed for fairness

For a mind I mind

Sleeping

Awake

Give my head a shake

Stealing

My life

For a mind I mind

Help me love her

I never ever want to leave her again

Make me sober

I want to be the man I've been again

I see the seams

By no one else seen

Gifted eye I hold

But dreams are bold

This hope I bear

Leaves me in a stare

Yet your love is strength

Which you hold at length

For a mind I mind

Sleeping

Awake

Give my head a shake

Stealing

My life

For a mind I mind

It's almost over

And now I know I'll never see you again

Hold me closer

Maybe we'll dream and I will live again

Help me love her

I never ever want to leave her again

Make me sober

I want to be the man I've been again

Time seems so kind

For a mind I mind

Her love an elixir

Cures this mental cancer

Time seems so kind

For a mind I mind

Satan's At The Steering Wheel

I'm bonded to this place

Buckled to this everlasting race

In my own treacherous ways

Flashes of my very worst days

Come before my prying eyes

Locked onto the burning skies

Left is my new point of view

And there the dark lord sits anew

I don't know what I want to feel

Because Satan's at the steering wheel

Drive me Master

I'm your servant

End this faster

My mind is fervent

Oh drive me Master

I'm your servant

A sneer makes up his features

My own is everyone else's futures

He bears a familiar face for me

From him to I, I must now see

Hades opens its gaping maw

And from whence comes Satan's jaw

A revelation of my subscription

As well as a blasphemous conscription

I don't know what I want to feel

Because Satan's at the steering wheel

Frozen and I cannot leave

Frozen and I cannot leave

I don't know what I want to feel

Because Satan's at the steering wheel

Yeah, because Satan's at the steering wheel

And I'm frozen and cannot leave

Drive me Master

I'm your servant

End this faster

My mind is fervent

Oh drive me Master

I'm your servant

Frozen and I cannot leave

I don't know what I want to feel

Because Satan's at the steering wheel

Might Makes Right

The putrid right
Consumes your entity
Your birth; their right
To make you an enemy
Your humanist sight
Deprived by devious means
Because might makes right
Might makes everything

Harvester of souls
Brings your will down on its toes
It lightens up the sovereign
Because might makes everything

You're made from scratch
Your love is resolute
You are no match
Feel your soul dilute
No healing patch
Can't stop this, you can't refute
Because might makes right
Might makes everything

Harvester of souls
Brings your will down on its toes
It lightens up the sovereign
Because might makes everything

On your way soldier
Carve our name into the earth
Destroy your heart and mind
The truth now hard to find
A venom we mean to spread
To blight the world with dread
Because might makes right
Might makes everything

Harvester of souls
Brings your will down on its toes
It lightens up the sovereign
Because might makes everything
(repeat)

Might makes right
Might makes everything!