Epic Precipice
I have recently become very interested in songwriting. I cannot claim to be any good at all and I have no musical talent. But here is the rough draft of my first attempt at songwriting. It begins poorly but gets a little better. Admittedly, it needs a lot of work. I would appreciate honest criticism. I have quite a bit more that I may share if this doesn’t make you physically ill.
Epic Precipice
The places others may travel by drugs or dream
I can find with just my mind
I wander caverns and catacombs by candle light
My imagination on horseback
Never sure where I’m going
A nightmare of consciousness always follows
Falling through the merry go round
Tumbling through the sun and the ground
My mind takes me places no one else has gone
I’m dancing with good and evil
I’m balancing on the epic precipice
I see dark blue dreams ahead of me
I am cursed by my spark in the dark
I am blessed by my spark in the dark.
I’m focusing now
My mind is again my own
Consciousness runs back
Floods my brain
Swells my veins
Slow and slow that step,
Do you hear those castle bells?
Atop a man I never know,
plays my song, slows my mind
All the perfect meet and twine
To shove me into life again
I see beauty and I cry.
I’m dancing with an angel and a devil
I’m balancing on the epic precipice
I see dark blue dreams ahead of me
I am stabbed by my spark in the dark
I am healed by my spark in the dark.
Only a few have ever found the spark
It lights your mind
Flows your soul
Twists your heart
It’s not safe from here on out
But this was not my choice you say
Why am I not the same?
But I do remember that day
I lit my spark in the dark.
You’re plagued by the one disease
You’d never leave but prefer to have never seen
The one disease that won’t cure
I promise you will never be pure
But the complicated souls
Are the most beautiful
I’m dancing with my sanity
I’m balancing on the epic precipice
I see dark blue dreams ahead of me
I am lost by my spark in the dark
I am guided by my spark in the dark.
You dangle on the edge
The precipice of insanity and epicness
If you fall you are lost
If you balance you are infinite
There was a time when I could look up
And hold the universe
Each star wrapped around my body
All the blackness in my hand
I am infinite for an instant
The writer rips his soul and feels the violence
The artist opens her lungs and spills her blood
They lie naked for humanity to see
I’m dancing with beauty and violence
I’m balancing on the epic precipice
I see dark blue dreams ahead of me
I am dead by my spark in the dark
I am alive by my spark in the dark.
As I twist in bed
Someone’s drillin’ my skull
The wraith is screaming
Sleep is the only time
that I am not dreaming.
The fairy came to me last night,
She said follow and you will see
Places in your mind, a tortured fantasy
Grows beneath the twisted tree
She’s my plague of imagery.
I’m dancing with her and her
I’m balancing on the epic precipice
I see dark blue dreams ahead of me
I am abyss by my spark in the dark
I am ablaze by my spark in the dark.
Hold on to me, I can’t suffer this alone
Hold on to me, I can’t wander this alone
I’ve been waiting for you since I lit my spark
Now I’ve let you go
Let us wander the dark.
I saw a heart beating in the basement,
Blood rushed the cracks in the pavement
Then I realized it was my own
Have I always been this alone?
Can two sparks fall in Love?
Or will they burn too hot,
Turn into black ‘n’ abyss?
Spark in the dark.
Epic precipice.
Spark in the dark.
Epic precipice.
Spark in the dark.
Epic precipice.
Comment by tet on 2 November 2007 at 12:44 pm:
You got a chord progression?
Tom
Comment by Billy Joe Mills on 2 November 2007 at 12:51 pm:
I leave those details to my incredibly skilled roommates. So no, not yet.
Comment by illinikc33 on 2 November 2007 at 2:25 pm:
for some reason i can see shattner “singing” this
Comment by Dead Florist on 3 November 2007 at 4:06 pm:
“The places others may travel by drugs or dream
I can find with just my mind”
To be fair, how can you possibly know?
I’m not sayin’, I’m just sayin’.
Comment by JayBandit on 3 November 2007 at 9:37 pm:
precipice?
Really Billy?