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snixmusic
snixmusic
45/M/Rotterdam (NL) Singer-songwriter. I play mainly covers but I also write my own songs. And sometimes the lyrics are easily read as poems. / Not being a native English speaker, I am open for suggestions and improvements from native English readers. / Hope you like it.
Born as one, will die alone, but what may come in time? A loner for eternity, perhaps a clever mind Might turn into a brilliant thinker or a thoughtful soul We watch the journey of lonely men until they fade and go At best a man is on his own, where he can touch the sky For what he wants to be in life, he’ll find the wings to fly To wisdom and awareness To love and even happiness But what if the herd closes in, guided by one mind It shares a common cause not slightly challenged or refined Just follow the leader Reckless, the screamer Common sense is greater good but only if a sense Is powered by a single mind and not by all his friends Cleverness is quickly lost in expanding crowd Sadly, most common senses are those that are most loud The power of the masses should never be denied Shouting in a crowd is bliss, but please don’t lose your mind You’re still an individual Please, be the individual
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Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 2:43 AM UTC
The Individual
He left the house in such a rush He could not stand the noise The screaming, crying and shouting He had no other choice Than to run across the front yard Where no flower had grown in years To be thrown upon the pavement Drowning in his tears He walked for many miles and thought Of the freedom he had gained In the myst of night a bar appeared A warm shelter from the rain He drank and laughed and drank some more While old friends had been long gone He threw up on the pavement Thrown out and on his own For hours and hours he crawled and found The streets were dark and cold Till a new day came upon him And a new life did unfold A woman, young and beautiful Took care of him that day Their love should last for ever And he would always stay But darkness came and took her heart She died one night in May She left him a handful of flower seeds And no more words to say He wandered with no purpose The years went by and by Till he came across a front yard Where the earth was hard and dry A degraded house was all that’s left And a memory of sound In his hand the seeds of love he held And he dropped them on the ground Then suddenly he stopped and turned In his eyes the light was new From the ground where he just stood on A flower gently grew...
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Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 1:03 AM UTC
And the rain came down
I dreamt that I was sleeping Dreaming in the night Grey and crying Angels Were lit by candlelight And in the flames the faces Of those who lived and loved Now troubled by the traces Of the lies of all the Gods I dreamt that I was dreaming A battle in the night The grey and crying Angels Were ready for the fight The Common and their Senses Marched up from empty land No prayer could change the changes Of The Apocalypse at hand I dreamt that I was dreaming Screaming in the night The grey and crying Angels Outnumbered in the fight I soon saw The Four Horsemen And all the Seven Seals I knew that I was dreaming But God, it felt so real No use in crying for mercy Or praying prayers for help The grey and crying Angels Were lost, that night they fell A thunderstorm was raging Black smoke had blurred my sight I dreamt that I stopped dreaming Lay weeping in the night I dreamt that I was sleeping I dreamt that I went back To the valley of inferno The fields of Angel’s Wreck The countless dead and slaughtered In pouring rain lay slain Neither sense nor faith claimed victory But the truth had lost again
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Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC
The Fields of Angels’s Wreck
In warm depths of ancient hearts, a light that shines today. The light of love in all of us should ne’er dim nor blind nor fade. The light itself can never burn; it needs the power of fire. And passion, lies within our love, is oil to light up The fire that burns inside your heart, applying for applies, is tired of burning up all alone. ‘My oil is gone!’ it cries. ‘No more depths of empty hearts, I can take no more! I’d rather die than live with them. I’d rather die, for This rainy night will end again and you will see the day. It smiles at you, for there’s a man who can take your grief away. This one fine day, so clearly bright, a man knocks on your door. You’ll open up and he will light your light forever more.
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Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
In warm depths of ancient heart.