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22 Jul 2007, 7:08 am

Shattered Lights is a band I have planed and have been talking about for awile. our music is about the pain in life and the anger that we feel and much more. The music is Rock and is very Mild in lyrics but not that bad. I am the Lyrics writer and I need volunteers to help in supporting us. We need many people to contribute thier own songs and Help with many other things.



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22 Jul 2007, 10:08 am

what are some of your lyrics?


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22 Jul 2007, 10:44 pm

I cant feel anything anymore I think Im Going to just shut the door and die.
I feel this pain all night long I try to run but it calls my name over again it feels as if it never ends, all I know is its somthing inside black is all I see right when I close my eyes.
Inside I feel there is nothing wrong but its alive and deprived its tempting me on.
I feel a reasion to compromise its my life not theirs to visualise I have to go and find away to get this out before it goes insain.
I am more dead then alive you can see it just open your eyes...

I CANT STAND YOU NO MORE - "THE DARKNESS IS SINKING FURTHER INSIDE" - I CANT TAKE THIS CRAP MUCH MORE - "CANT YOU SEE IVE LOST ALL I CARE FOR" - YOU HATE ME I AM TORN, NOW YOUR BEGGING ME FOR SO MUCH MORE - "YOUVE OPEND THE GATE THE NOTHING ESCAPES"


This is only a sample of the full song which I have 6 of.



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23 Jul 2007, 10:07 pm

"Dress Rehearsal Rag"

Four o'clock in the afternoon
and I didn't feel like very much.
I said to myself, "Where are you golden boy,
where is your famous golden touch?"
I thought you knew where
all of the elephants lie down,
I thought you were the crown prince
of all the wheels in Ivory Town.
Just take a look at your body now,
there's nothing much to save
and a bitter voice in the mirror cries,
"Hey, Prince, you need a shave."
Now if you can manage to get
your trembling fingers to behave,
why don't you try unwrapping
a stainless steel razor blade?
That's right, it's come to this,
yes it's come to this,
and wasn't it a long way down,
wasn't it a strange way down?
There's no hot water
and the cold is running thin.
Well, what do you expect from
the kind of places you've been living in?
Don't drink from that cup,
it's all caked and cracked along the rim.
That's not the electric light, my friend,
that is your vision growing dim.
Cover up your face with soap, there,
now you're Santa Claus.
And you've got a gift for anyone
who will give you his applause.
I thought you were a racing man,
ah, but you couldn't take the pace.
That's a funeral in the mirror
and it's stopping at your face.
That's right, it's come to this,
yes it's come to this,
and wasn't it a long way down,
ah wasn't it a strange way down?

Once there was a path
and a girl with chestnut hair,
and you passed the summers
picking all of the berries that grew there;
there were times she was a woman,
oh, there were times she was just a child,
and you held her in the shadows
where the raspberries grow wild.
And you climbed the twilight mountains
and you sang about the view,
and everywhere that you wandered
love seemed to go along with you.
That's a hard one to remember,
yes it makes you clench your fist.
And then the veins stand out like highways,
all along your wrist.
And yes it's come to this,
it's come to this,
and wasn't it a long way down,
wasn't it a strange way down?

You can still find a job,
go out and talk to a friend.
On the back of every magazine
there are those coupons you can send.
Why don't you join the Rosicrucians,
they can give you back your hope,
you can find your love with diagrams
on a plain brown envelope.
But you've used up all your coupons
except the one that seems
to be written on your wrist
along with several thousand dreams.
Now Santa Claus comes forward,
that's a razor in his mit;
and he puts on his dark glasses
and he shows you where to hit;
and then the cameras pan,
the stand in stunt man,
dress rehearsal rag,
it's just the dress rehearsal rag,
you know this dress rehearsal rag,
it's just a dress rehearsal rag.

Leonard Cohen