Plucking the String

Date: October 16, 2004
Genre: uh... a Halloween RPG-type thing?


       
Yeah, I don't know.  I just don't know.  I'm really annoyed that the voice setting I used didn't really come through when I transfered it to the computer, as it sounded much more echo-y and a little less crappy on the recorder... but, whatever.  They're all demos!
        Didn't have any clear intensions when I was screing around with the music, nor at the time when I came up with the lyrics on the fly (can you tell?).  But what it did remind me of, after I'd gotten the chance to think about it a little, was some sort of... RPG crew of mis-matched and misguided egos all trying to make do with one another, in a very creepy environment.  (In case you're not one to be blessed with geek knowledge or Controller Thumb a.k.a. The Gamer's Cursed Hand Condition, RPG means "role playing game"--of the video game variety in this case.)


Lyrics

(This is not a confession
This is not a confession)

I see that look you give them
Spoken all the time
I pass through where you're standing
Always on my mind

(I am not whole
But here we go)

(This is not a confession
This is not a confession)

I feel the rain come down and
Slowly lift away
Yours is not the only burden
Cease your passion play

It sounds so genuine
And yet remans untrue
Here befall sthe lonely ones
It's happening to you

(I am not whole
But here we go)

(This is not a confession
This is not a confession)

We have no understanding
Of the journey on
When one pretends to know then
I see that they're wrong

The ghost that rests inside will
Surely see us through
And if you use the right words
He'll know what to do

(I am not whole
But here we go)

(This is not a confession
This is not a confession)

The souls of emptiness will
Burn and there they'll stay
We dreaming savages
Will turn and walk away

- lyrics and music copyright 2004,
Orin Drake