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This is another tune Gaylen and i have put together. Spent a lot of time mixing it.
Any thoughts? Thanks once again mate for your help, here is to a few more.
Gaylen sent this with the lyrics.
ìTrinityî is my exploration into the idea of the mind, body and spirit as separate entities and how they have the same resolve. I admit to enjoying this lyric more than I should. I let myself be consumed by the language. So I will briefly summarize it for you.
In the first stanza, I explain that the mind is like the yin yang. One good half and one bad half that work symbiotically. The search for some great unfound wisdom being its inevitable demise.
In the second stanza, I try to address the fact that the body has a short life, therefore it has the objective of reaching out for experiences; some beyond itís control. Again, to an inevitable end.
In the third and final stanza, I speak of the eternal battle waged by and against the "spirit or soul". It too, although eternal, defines its end.
Any thoughts? Thanks once again mate for your help, here is to a few more.
Gaylen sent this with the lyrics.
ìTrinityî is my exploration into the idea of the mind, body and spirit as separate entities and how they have the same resolve. I admit to enjoying this lyric more than I should. I let myself be consumed by the language. So I will briefly summarize it for you.
In the first stanza, I explain that the mind is like the yin yang. One good half and one bad half that work symbiotically. The search for some great unfound wisdom being its inevitable demise.
In the second stanza, I try to address the fact that the body has a short life, therefore it has the objective of reaching out for experiences; some beyond itís control. Again, to an inevitable end.
In the third and final stanza, I speak of the eternal battle waged by and against the "spirit or soul". It too, although eternal, defines its end.
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Lyrics
Fathers to this sinners machinations.
Oh, holy lords of my divinations.
Lo! They great slaves to grave inclinations.
First, antithesis to that wise beast.
Last, lone patron of my festering mind.
Both, prove divisive to utter demise.
Sinister skin, akin to ministry.
She regards kings of supernatural things.
Whores flesh to every sensitivity.
This mortal shell, fares well
It bends and bleeds with insatiable needs.
But this draining husk, must be the death of me.
Ah! Spirited spin of spiraling sin.
Sparkle from within, illuminant friend.
Wage wars paramount to pious purposes.
Sate the godly bidding of eons old.
My devotion, though fostered by fire
Kindles the undoing of my soul.
WharmtonRise
Brilliant harmonies! Terrific minimal backing. Great percussion. WOW!