Ashes, dust & Myself.

[Kalvsylta]

Alright, Im new here but here I go.
I'm in a band, and I write most of our lyrics. We play metal, but this song is acustic.
It's a song about a girl I broke up with some months ago which I just cannot get over.
This song is my dream about me getting over it.
It's called Ashes, dust & Myself.

I see the wind blowing,
turning the leaves around.
The rain falls deep into the ground,
creating oceans of tears.
I can feel my soul for the first time,
since I gave it away - to you.
This is what I've been wishing for,
peace at last.

Remember the times of sorrow.
It was everything, it was nothing.
Sometimes I do miss you but I,
I try to remember why.
Sometimes it breaks my heart but I,
I keep on remembering why.

I can feel my soul for the first time.
Oceans of tears fills the world,
but escapes my mind.
Goodbye, my wonderful - my loved.
This is what I've been wishing for,
peace at last.

Listen to the story.
Every knot I've so carefully tied.
Every grave I've so carefully filled.
The clouds cover the sky,
and cries the tears of the weak.
The stars are far from here, but still,
I can only smile.

[Kalvsylta]

Ah well, instead of making a new thread I will post two other songs I wrote right here.
Please tell me what you think of them.
First one; Results of Yourself This one may be very confusing, but there is a meaning behind it all.

Collecting samples.
I hear whispers.
This house is not whole.
Oh, collecting samples.
The sky turns red.
Looking through a hole.

Confusing, it sounds like bullshit.
I hate it. It sounds like bullshit.

Breating through a straw.
I see you.
I'm blind but I see you.
I feel like,
breathing through a straw.

Dead, examinated, calculated.
This makes no sense.
I'm collecting samples and
it feels like breathing through a straw.
Confusing, oh my god, it feels like bullshit.

Burn this garden down.

And then the last one; Thorns in Your Throat.

I smell it miles away, in the land of forgotten.
I taste the fear in your eyes, I hear the repulsive words in your lies.
Wash my eyes with gravel, the pleague in your eyes, you live in constant beleaguer.
Bend down and pick the broken pieces
from the sacred sand.
Then ask yourself if you ever touched the godess' hand?

You did not.

With a broken face you smile, I'll stack your lies in piles.
Whispers and smiles, well I hear only lies.

The angels dance in grace - I'll put an end to your face.
The air in my lungs, so fresh.
I live in a hovel on a field grown with creepers.
Isolated, dressed in thorns.

Please spread your pleague, I'll bury it away.
I'll define you and abolish you, like a parasite.
The the flesh of the ones still alive, ravage and compile - you created your life.
Bend down and pick the broken pieces,
from the shattered mirror.
Then listen to the angels song, you did it all wrong.

The angels dance in grace - I'll put an end to your face.
The air in my lungs, so fresh.
I live in a hovel on a field grown with creepers.
Isolated, dressed in thorns.

You did not.

[thespearkid]

Too many cliches to count. Also, it's way too overdramatic/stereotypical of a metal band doing an acoustic song.