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Brandon Michael Elrod
- Kalamazoo, Mich...
- Last Record: 2013-05-24 00:55:42 -0400
- Joined: Nov 28, 2009
- facebook.com/cursesand...
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There is nothing that can save you from this event What a father, to have left us, when we needed a guide |
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I think trying to sleep is what's keeping me awake. That, or the wasps. |
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Sometimes, you just have to make a tiny tune, and this one is for Xanlee's "Homeless" Tiny Poem over Ryan Patrick's guitar tune. I added two lines at the end, just for a little change up in the song. I'd love to see some remixes, if anyone is up for it. You guys all probably know my stance on my own music. Enjoy regardless.
P.S. If I want to sing with any sort of emphasis, I have to sing weird like this haha.
P.S.S. I don't have a real microphone, so sorry for the terrible quality.
Lyrics:
You built me a home in your heart,
But the walls started cracking,
Started falling apart,
So I kept fixing and making repairs,
Until my home fell around me,
And was no longer there.
Find your way home, before you catch a cold
Find your way in, find someone to hold
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All little things come to pass, moving outwardly from the stars above us. I'd seen them move above you. They placed themselves greatly into the oblivion we could n... |
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Just a little video project I did while I was bored to keep my skills up, what little skills I have. It's also, in a way, to honor the HitRECord television show as well. I'm excited about that. Either way, enjoy and remix!
P.S. I did not edit to the music, don't judge me. It was an afterthought.
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As the tide rolls in at my feet, it pulls away from yours. And somehow, they still say life is fair. |
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It's all the things we chose not to create that make us creative. |
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Everyone knows the old story we read now |
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If anyone asks, we are monsters of a different kind, just animals that were afraid to leave their holes. Stuck beneath the salt of the earth, trying to tunnel our own way out. To where the... |
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Careful. Careful, now. One wrong move and the whole Western Hemisphere disappears. |
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Took one of my pieces called "Altars and Lights" and read it over the section that begins at 2:40 in Lovely Visions. Just bored, enjoy! Will upload the stems next!
Here's the lyrics
Bested by the best of all the night and all the smoke
By a terrible sound from the mouth of a ghost
There's faith in reminders, and there's hell in that mouth
That's never all the way closed, but agape in the dark
Absolution never tasted the way I thought it would
But I've left my trail of love behind me anyway
In the hopes that someone might save us one of these days
Oh, the last of us has given into these vices
And the rope coils around the nape of our necks
Whilst a thousand throats sing out their quiet songs
It will be the last thing we will ever hear in this life
But it's been sweeter than any love I could have had
There's nothing to find out there in the water
Just a few lost souls who stayed with me until the end
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But I knew that the wind would blow the candle out too soon, and we would be gone long before the sun ever rose. |
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