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Well, this is just my bongos (with some echo) and my voice. It's about changes, as the title implies. Making great changes in order to feel. I happen to have nothing to say unless I feel tortured. And yet who wouldn't make a drastic change to feel ecstatic? So, I'm never content.
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Lyrics
Because of my first yearn
I've been singing for this long.
Who am I if I don't burn.
if nothing feels wrong
I have nothing to say.
Ashes where there once was
wood ablaze.
A tree that must turn human lays
to die of the pleasure.
The people are guitar strings,
at last
taut, stretched over,
gaping holes vast.
They separate the darkness
with their metallic sheen,
and when touched,
warm human song.
I've been singing for this long.
Who am I if I don't burn.
if nothing feels wrong
I have nothing to say.
Ashes where there once was
wood ablaze.
A tree that must turn human lays
to die of the pleasure.
The people are guitar strings,
at last
taut, stretched over,
gaping holes vast.
They separate the darkness
with their metallic sheen,
and when touched,
warm human song.
Slotogenic
I think this is great! It needs nothing else. The vocals sound fantastic, espacially the "oohs". Really good writing as well. I love the line about how people are guitar strings. Excellent!