Celebrate The Day by Chris Boros [Email]
Genre: Progressive Rock
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This demo was written this year and recorded 6 months ago or so. Let me know your thoughts on the lyrics. Most of my words are written stream of thought--it's not till after the song is written that I start to figure out what it means. I'm never sure what category to put my songs in. Folk-Rock or Progressive Rock seems to make the most sense. Am I wrong? Lyrics:
Do you want to live, forever in a time, that separates, all that remains?Walk into shadows. Home is not where you, belong so disinfect, all of your stains. Celebrate the day and die. The outer realms of time, take away your crime, on that very day that you became. Can’t afford the cost, of what you have bought. Stop refusing what you have became. Celebrate the day and die. Celebrate the day and die. Celebrate the day and die. Celebrate the day. The way to your heart is to make you aware. Of what it is to be free. And what it is to be bare. Celebrate the day and die. Celebrate the day and die. Celebrate the day and die. Celebrate the day. Thoughts proclaim the day. Need to be afraid. Looking towards the sun for far too long. Knowing fools, they claim, what you often maim. Who’s correct in their assumptions are wrong? Celebrate the day and die. Celebrate the day and die. Celebrate the day and die. Celebrate the day. Don’t lift from the light. It’s helping, you fool. It’s hard to except, I know, but it’s truth. Celebrate the day and die. Celebrate the day and die. Celebrate the day and die. Celebrate the day. Celebrate the day and die. Celebrate the day and die. Celebrate the day and die. Celebrate the day. Celebrate the day. Stopping there to see. What it is we’ll be. Living for the space that tears you from here. Mist and dust become, one with you as one. Walking through the time for a thousand years. You’re the causing, I’m the rot, the stench in your find. What’s mine is mine, it will always be mine. Celebrate the day and die. Celebrate the day and die. Celebrate the day and die. Celebrate the day. Celebrate the day and die. Celebrate the day and die. Celebrate the day and die. Celebrate the day. Celebrate the day and die. Celebrate the day and die. Celebrate the day and die. Celebrate the day. Celebrate the day. |
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