Posted by FREEk (208.4.19.106) on May 01, 2000 at 09:19:43:
THROWN
Compliments of yesterday, theres always something to complain
Subtle dreams are such a waste, On a frozen windowpane
Throw another fit of rage, carry the sunken weight - to my grave
Sat alone a crying day, With white so blue - turning vain
Never been this way before
Never meant to stay so late
Glass houses held, my shame
Feel the force of my brick layed - in my old room
Didn't want to say goodbye, I had no choice, my hands were tied
Borne a sentimental chain, with one fell swoop, I lost my way
Was it you that felt my pain, as my broken body waned
Shattered all the tainted glass, That I used to hide behind
Didn't want to be this way
Carried in a walking grave
Glass houses shatter, again
Feel the force of my brick layed, in my old room
Do you feel the flame wave my friend
It's burning - It's burned
For those of you who may not understand this, The glass house represents all of the pain and frustration I have felt for so long. Throwing a brick into that glass house is an attempt to tear down the hopelessness and begin rebuilding in the midst of "shattered dreams". The rest of the song, is open to interpretation.
Peace,
FREEk
P.S. - This song is on my new demo. If I can ever get my website built, I will have MP3's of my music available to download and hope, in the future, to get a P.O. box and make my demo's available to anyone who wants them. WARNING, I play a heavy style of music.
It helps me to deal with the internal inferno that has burned for too long.