You drilled a hole inside my head
And though I didn't ask for this
I'm mining nonetheless
I fear obsession taking hold of me
My heart's not what it used to be
And love is no concern
I know I'm just a bit
Infatuated
I don't mean to get
Situated
At anybody's shrine
You've no need
To feel the least
Intimidated
You may even
Appreciate it
That I think you're divine
Love, love is such a heavy, weighted thing
With promises of suffering
Of which I have no use
In your face
I found a state of brief escape
From running sores and phantom aches
For which I've found no salve
I know you're really just a
Bad idea
A passing phase within a
Season
Of glaring discontent
I hold myself alone
Responsible
For loosing reigns on my
Control
The running of the bulls
gave me a strange feeling, and i almost didnt listen due to the genre it was placed in,am very glad i did
In a way I agree that credit is due for being very different - trouble is in all of this material I am struggling to hear the words when I am sure they are important. I like odd mixes but this sounded like it was recorded in a basement laundry and the music track reminded me of when my last washing maschine broke down. So good ideas that may need some fine tuning. Gonna try the next track.
I like your style Rebecca. Although the panning on this has me scratching my head. It makes it sound like you are in a different room than the music. Cool piece!