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Inspired by the song, The Book of Souls
by Iron Maiden
Below is my version.
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Instrumental Intro
On a journey to find the book of souls
the way is very long and quite dangerous
in a meditation ... I am falling into the darkness
down, down, down ... oh where will it end
Finally, I stop falling and I am in a strange place
where fires are burning and winds are howling
alert and aware of a man rising from the ashes
I will be your guide he whispers
Distracted by his beauty for a moment
I failed to see the monsters in this hellish place
as imagined in Dante's Inferno ... horrible creatures
and I cringe as a huge two-headed snake slithers by
I swallow my fear and speak to my guide
telling him that I am seeking the Book of Souls
why he whispers ... and I tell him that I would like
to see if my name is in it or not
For in a fortelling
in a dream vision
in a revelation, was told
seek the Book of Souls
Seek the truth
beyond the sun and moon
and in the depths of hell
seek the book of souls
I tell him that I have been taught on earth
the importance of the cycles and phases
of planets and and stars swirling above us
of the fear of hell that beckons below
of a list that Satan keeps in a book
Satan watches the cities growing on earth
the high rise buildings reaching heavenward
and the weakness of humans and the strength of some
he whispers, you are strong to journey here my dear
perhaps the book you seek is a book of lies
I ask my guide, why are your here
you seem like you do not belong in hell
he laughs and the sound gives me shivers
as his beauty fades away to reveal Satan
For in a fortelling
in a dream vision
in a revelation, I was told
seek the Book of Souls
Seek the truth
beyond the sun and moon
and in the depths of hell
seek the book of souls
Instrumental Break
And I realize that he is Satan, the invader of earth
the trickster who can take any image to lure
he is the destroyer of humans, the collector of souls
and he is holding the book of souls
Death is a journey we all must take
will we fall into the darkness, down and down
or will we fly heavenward above the clouds
but still I wonder is my name in the book of souls
The book of souls ...
then, I am back
(Intro)
Hello……..my friends.
(Chorus)
It’s nice to see you
After all this time……..once again
Where has the time gone off to
Are our memories of yesteryear
Still as fresh as the lingering pain
that flows like a sorrowful tear
Must we keep our emotions at bay
hidden securely behind a cerebral barricade
that’s built up behind a facade
started decades prior to yesterday
(Verse 1)
It’s anger that goes deeper than the oceans
It’s the splatter pattern on the wall
It’s the buried and pent-up emotions
that destroy everything like a raging flood
It’s the rage down the hall
t’s the satin sheets drenched in blood
(Chorus)
It’s nice to see you
After all this time…. once again
Where has the time gone off too
Are our memories of yesteryear
Still as fresh as the lingering pain
that flows like a sorrowful tear
Must we keep our emotions at bay
hidden securely behind a cerebral barricade
that’s built up behind a facade
started decades prior to yesterday
(Verse 2)
Smoking and drinking away life’s bitter potions
Like the needle to the groove,
That repeats the same stagnant track.
Never moving forward, always pulling you back,
through a life that you struggle to improve,
as you wither away in the putrid mud
Lyricists Inc.
D.A.P. / Digital Analog Productions
David A. Porter
9/13/17
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explicating 'dip' part 2:
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In this write, verses one thru 'four' < correct'd 12/24\'25
are, iz the intro of this write
The ‘dip’ here iz the subject
“glister'd” iz the juxtuhpoze
of this write
Linez one through four could have been
one line, or, one word…but, a ‘dip’ must
have the preface(intro)
The word, line, linez following the ‘dip’
must juxtuhpoze the write
Stop by again for; “double dip"/"triple dip”
"royal dip"
"crown'd dip"
"dip drip"/"dipku"\"drip'n dip"
"l'il dip'er"
The Voice in My Head (Is Telling Me to Feed the Cat)
(To the tune of a soaring, dramatic funk-rock anthem, but performed with the frantic energy of a 3 AM polka)
(Spoken intro, very serious and soulful)
Oh... yeah. The house is dark. The clock strikes three. But I am never alone.
I hear a whisper echo in the hallway dark,
It's demanding something crunchy, and it's leaving a mark!
I try to close my eyes, I try to catch some sleep,
But the acoustic demands are starting up a sweep!
It’s the Voice in my Head, and it’s shouting out loud:
"Hey human, wake up! Aren't you feeling proud?"
It’s the Voice in my Head, and it won't let me rest,
Just a fuzzy little tyrant putting me to the test!
Meow-nificent!
I check the kitchen bowl, and it’s completely bare,
Just a single lonely kibble and a clump of hair.
Now the pacing begins, like a tiny tiger's prowl,
Accompanied by a very rhythmic, judgmental yow!
It’s the Voice in my Head, and it’s shaking a tin:
"You opened the wet pouch, so you're ready to sin!"
It’s the Voice in my Head, singing high notes of doom:
"If you don't drop the salmon, I'll shred up the room!"
(Bridge - Heavy synthesizer accordion breakdown)
You think it’s about peace? You think it’s about love?
No, it’s knocking my expensive ceramic mugs from above!
It’s a sonic assault with a purr like a chainsaw,
Demanding fresh water straight out of the tap-jaw!
So I drag my heavy bones across the wooden floor,
While the fuzzy little demon waits right by the door.
I fill it to the brim, I step back with a sigh,
And the voice turns to purring as it walks right on by!
Yeah, the Voice in my Head got exactly its way,
And it'll do it all again in about three hours, hey!
Oh, that Voice in my Head...
(Meow.)
...go back to sleep, you little fuzzball.
It aint so ridiculous
I mean someone so
meticulous
would like to
have an evening
with you
You makeit sound strange
things rearanged
it's a spendid kinda
thing you do
I wouldn't have it
any other way
and I aint to ashamed
to say
I really like
the things you do
Say it aint so
but I'll have you
to know
aint nothing like
a night with you
Best of the best
heads above the rest
I really like
the things you do
When the music's right
and aint no
second guessing
when the singer sings
I'm the specail guest and
I feel honorest
feel a bit blessed
lucky to I guess
I must
get some second glances
Dressed smooth
from head to toe
It's a specail show
Composite track?Melod_____________
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(Snare Drum and flute interlude.
I pity the fool
cause it aint cool
to be in love with you
Find someone else
I'm better off
by myself
thats the truth
I pity the fool
who's in love
with you
he's alone
he's all by
himself
No it aint me
you should see
I din't fall in love
with no one else
one thing that's true
this aint cool
but I pity the fool
your selfishnness
a phobia
I guess
no it's you
reject romance
and won't take a chance
fine:
bee by yourself
I pity the fool
you know the golden rule
love your man
and know one else
you broke my heart
like it's apart
of you loving yourself
she's the one
who thinks it's fun
unlucky me
now I'm unblessed
I pity
the fool
cause you
should be
all by yourself
I pity the fool
yeah that true
you're better ff
by yourself
METAL PITBULL THUG
Intro
Metal Pitbull Thug, I’m a metal head rocker/
Metal Pitbull Thug, I got the Metal game locked up/
Verse One
Metal head rocker, I’m a head banging thug/
A mangy Pitbull in the streets with no love/
I roam by my lonesome, and happy as ever/
An antisocial freak don’t need a friend or a helper/
Bandana around my neck, and paws on the concrete/
Standing tall focus tail straighten behind me/
Looking for a come up, but food is scarce/
So I’m scavenging through other people property with force/
Not knowing what tomorrow bring, living for today/
Pushing through these obstacles blocking my way/
I fight, I struggle, but won’t be defeated/
I just keep pushing and refuse to be weaken/
Believe in myself, because nobody believe me/
Pinching every nickel but the pennies I’m squeezing/
I work my ass off and every year I get snubbed/
Constantly living life as a metal Pitbull thug/
Verse Two
The metal game is in a lockjaw , it’s easy to see/
Nobody in the game rocking metal like me/
I’m the number one request the metal thug they wanna hear/
I rock, I roll, I’m the dog with the vibes/
The dog with the ears and the eyes of a lion/
Like Covid nineteen they wanted me to disappear/
Abracadabra, poof I’m here/
The metal heads love me cause I’m changing the game/
Why these other metal stars still sounding the same/
I’m a metal Pitbull and I’m thugging so they like me/
I just do me and just do it like Nike/
I spit that type of metal that have dudes with their shirt off/
I’m in the club rocking and women take their skirt off/
Throwing panties on stage, that’s how they show me love/
And I show them love back, with kisses and hugs/
The tattered remnants of a thunderstorm
flashes slivers of lightning without form,
retreating from a sky set to transform.
As the sun starts shining, honeybees swarm,
while Nature quickly returns to the norm.
Excited children rush outside to play
as the thunderclaps rumble far away.
And cornflower blue skies soon supplant grey;
it's going to be a fabulous day.
Crystal droplets glisten in the sunlight,
and flower petals, no longer curled tight,
form colorful splotches summoned by light.
The ozone-imbued air smells sterile, clean,
as Nature dons a sparkling shawl of green.
And a chorus of songbirds starts singing.
In the afterglow of a passing storm,
breezes blow gently as the treetops sway.
And the sun appears as a shining knight,
whose brilliance illuminates the whole scene;
an intro to the warmth it'll be bringing.
songer.co/song/m64h48fkez0e3jlyj38d0wpy
[Intro]
Oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Sweet summer gypsy girl, I see you in the rain,
You dance like stars in the sky,
I can’t quite reach you, no matter how I try,
Do you ever look up and wonder why?
We’re half a world apart, yet feel so near,
Like waking from a dream — and it’s suddenly clear.
[Pre-Chorus]
Am I chasing ghosts?
To be awakened, while you sleep, has left me quite undone.
[Chorus]
Sweet summer gypsy girl, do you hear it too?
I won’t say it… but if you listen close, you’ll know somehow.
Dance like the stars, but stay near the ground,
In the rhythm of the night, we’re forever bound.
[Verse 2]
Your writings are storms that shake my bones,
I don’t know how we’re meant to meet, but I can’t retreat.
I’m just trying to survive, waiting for you,
With every beat of my heart, I'm longing and true.
[Bridge]
In another life, we weren’t far apart,
I felt your touch — your beating heart,
I knew your words before your lips could speak,
Your soul sang my song — soft and sleek.
North node in Pisces, we’re meant to be,
I feel your pull, even across the sea.
In the silence, I don’t need sound,
We’ve always been here, just waiting to be found.
[Chorus]
Sweet summer gypsy girl, do you hear it too?
I won’t say it… but if you listen close, you’ll know somehow.
Dance like the stars, but stay near the ground,
In the rhythm of the night, we’re forever bound.
[Outro]
Oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah, yeah
Note: What if there was once two inseparable soulmates from a past life. Now, only one has been awakened to the past. What to do? It’s a risky thing. This is that story
[Intro]
I like the heat
but add in something sweet
I am nowhere near petite
But I assure you, a comic time
[Chorus]
I drive a hard bargain
(a really hard bargain!)
I color outside the lines
But you knew all along I was not just passing time!
[instrumental break]
[Verse ]
My brain is always on the go
And my ego does not let things lie
I am your go-to girl
For every Friday night!
[Vocals rising]
My brain is always on the go
And my ego does not let things lie
I am your go-to girl
For every Friday night!
[interlude]
We will get the weekend rockin
People will be talking
We act like teenagers
Holding hands and sitting too close
[Verse 2]
We dance all dirty sexy
and entertain each other on high
It's as if no one else exists
Until we say goodbye
[Chorus]
But back to work, we go
(gotta pay those bills DAMMIT)
Conquer those hills, until the weekends embrace
Friday night! And our time
[powerful guitar solo]
[Verse 3]
Friday night till Sunday
We have each other rapt
The rest of the world can only watch
As we impassioned are entrapped
[interlude]
Friday, Friday, Friday
The gateway to our time
And for us two it's cosmic
We spend our time sublime
[instrumental transition]
[Outro]
Friday, Friday, Friday
You come to me
And what happens behind closed doors
Is just like ......
Friday, Friday, Friday
You come to me
And what happens behind closed doors
Is just like a dream
You are my dream!
[fading vocals]
(my dream)
(my dream)
My dream!
[guitar solo]
[Fade to End]
[end]
every day a betterone
improving on those days gone by
some might ask you why
tell it cause you love me
tell them it's cause you care
tell them aint nothing like being loved
and aint nothing like me and you
she polished the brasses and waxed the floors
to a brilliant shine
the tables were covered with perfect lines
and the silverware
was laid out in a perfect line
the woodwinds were wiped clean and covered
the piano and the flute were surfaced
and the sheet music was stacked
on the floor
we sleep until noon
and rose to eat and rehearse our chore
what a day for some
a bit imitation for others
the french horners paused to understand
the oboeists took time to explain
it seemed a strain but perfection
takes rehersting
simple sweet flavors
the fruited samples before the meal
a songstress should save her voice
not overtly express how she feels
take note of the baritone,
he speaks softly with the Soprano
he likes the tone ,
but think their some thing wrong
with the piano
the tenor get what he deserves,
speaks the alto, but he should at least
be respect enough to have
the piano tuned
o this i presume
of this I guess it better
you and the next song
strings and flutes
the guys take pursuit
they romp the curvey crest
this she will confess is
the part she likes most
does she answer to speak expression
or do she just say what she feels
the more you speak the more
you say
is it best to just keep it real
we go on in a while
time to smile and look real pretty
we got a great portion of the world doing one thing
looking, liking, loving,
we got these people together
now we have to satisfy them
with some real talents
speak our way, say what we say
read the monologue
and let them know why our names on the
Marquee.
the intro to "something specail" were taken from
Classay Banger's fifth
with sounds taken from
Diditt Gettit: guess so!
written by Phatsew Azmere and he strangs of cotton band
copyrighted yesterday and then and beyond!
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