My dreams. I wake up kissed with a vision for tomorrow. The sun shines into my room to greet me and approve of these new aspirations, these objectives which can only reveal themselves when I am not preoccupied with the demanding tasks of life. Oh, how a good sleep does make these fantasies feel so close. I will work hard to complete this to-do list which has floated into my head over night. After I bathe in the delight of accomplishment, I will lay my head to rest and start the process over again.
This is a song I have been working on for a concept album I am writing. The album tells the story of a greedy corporation who deprives a man of his health and happiness in order to make a profit. The man eventually meets a girl who saves him and helps him get revenge. Throughout the album I plan to have both heavy and soft songs, representing the evil of the corporation and the love between the two main characters respectively. This is a loud song about how a greedy person will eventually become a victim of his own self nature.
Greed is Suicide
I am excess I'm malaise I'm what you think but do not say When I get control of your head I use you up and leave you for dead
I am your greed I can’t be taken away I am your greed You will not dare disobey I am your greed I know just what you desire I am your greed I won’t leave till the whole world’s on fire
I am in your politics Up to the head of government And I will teach your corporations Suicidal masturbation
Listen to me I know what you see Listen to me I know what you could be Listen to me Wealth, power, sex every hour Listen to me Close your eyes and set me free
Close your fist And make everyone pay If they get in your way
Open your mouth And shove it all in Until you suffocate
Greed is simply suicide Greed is simply suicide Greed is simply suicide Greed is simply suicide
I am currently on vacation in Canada. I hope you enjoy this flower from a recent photoshoot. It is a miniature rose; I think I like them better than the regular kind. Well wishes and happy summer to all.
Imagine a hillside filled up with blankets The people all crowded together on top The children all running around in bare feet While the grownups are sitting chitchatting nonstop
A light picnic dinner has just been served And everyone is ready when The clouds all light up, subtle yet strong To show the colors of nature's song
Imagine a hillside filled up with blankets The people all crowded together on top Just to watch a simple sunset A feeling that isn't for sale in a shop
I am an artist studying music, art, and poetry at UNC Chapel Hill. I work in a small museum on campus and I hope to work as a preparator in the future.
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