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Rt 23
by bennash - 10/08/24 02:29 PM
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Extinct
by bennash - 10/06/24 11:06 AM
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Not Bad
by David Gill - 10/04/24 03:21 PM
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https://on.soundcloud.com/roBmsKXRbmyoNoxC8Inside [verse] The highway is a long black snake. crawling down the mountain side. Weaving its way in lazy curves. to a dark place in my mind. [pre chorus] Where the night has no stars or moon. Where the sun hasn’t shined in years. Where I sit crying in the dark. surrounded by things that I fear. [chorus] This prison is of my own making. There’s no escaping, no breaking free. I’m lashed by my self -persecution. by the demon inside- of me. [verse] This prison has no bars or walls; no guards to keep me inside. and yet here I am, here I am. In a place the suns, never shined. [pre chorus] Where the night has no stars or moon. Where the sun hasn’t shined in years. Where I sit crying in the dark. Surrounded by things that I fear. [chorus] This prison is of my own making. There’s no escaping, no breaking free. I’m lashed by my self-persecution; by the demon- inside of me. [bridge] I’ve been to therapy but there’s no saving me. no there’s no saving me. No saving me from me. [verse] The highway is a long black snake crawling down the mountain side. weaving its way in lazy curves to a dark place in my mind. [pre chorus] Where the night has no stars or moon. Where the sun hasn’t shined in years. Where I sit crying in the dark; surrounded by things that I fear. [chorus] This prison is of my own making. There’s no escaping, no breaking free. I’m lashed by my self-persecution. by the demon- inside of me.
Last edited by ckiphen; 09/17/24 09:56 AM.
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Smooth AI song man , we might out of biz soon , You should sing it yourself, or its just robots , and give back to other songwriters as a form of respect . by the looks of it everyone gave up making music and caved in to AI. I guess its not a bad thing , the damn robots are better than artists
Good job
Last edited by bennash; 09/18/24 11:27 PM.
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Self obsessed and obviously very dark...but interesting.
The music picked seemed to convey the content well enough.
I can't say that I enjoyed it, but I listened with interest and appreciation for the way it was expressed.
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Good track enjoyed the listen.not so sure about robots taking over, sad thought but it might happen
John
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. Oscar Wilde
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