im sry but i had to continue the entry from yesterday. look how easy it is to write a song about this kinda stuff:

emty hearts and bleeding teeth

put the knife back in the sheathe

the warmth of pain it bekins me

opens my eyes so i can see

Along the dark path i fallow you

foot steps becoming soft and few

its so hard to walk the path alone

when your feet are worn to the bone

when you look back with your blank stare

through the haze am i still there?

That took me maybe 5 min to write a first verse and chorus. not that hard. that also brings me to another point the real challenge is not in the lerics of a song but the instraments and vocal harmonies. if a song doesnt have an interesting sound and is just some people playing in the most basic manner so that they can sing some crap about there life, they SUCK!!

SoD

And so once again,
Oh, America my friend,
And so once again,
You are fighting us all,
And when we ask you why,
You raise your sticks and cry and we fall,
Oh, my friend,
How did you come,
To trade the fiddle for the drum

(AperfectCircle)

i like this song. its not that not thought out, self-indulgent, petty  bs that is constantly blaring from high school teenagers cars. i can listen, and enjoy it but not if its nothing but simple lerics that may of taken like five minuts to think up ( at least i hope it only took them that long). its tolerable if the band has made a lot of songs that think about more then just themselves and actulay look at the worlds problems. if the whole cd is nothing but "my girlfriend left me", "my dad is drunk again", or " i dont wont to live i think ill shoot myself and chew on a bunch of advil" it gets old realy fast. so thank you if you read this far im sure a lot of you didnt but. gracias to those that did.

                                                                                    SoD

Hi everyone...I'm bored off my ass and Nora's sitting on top of me. She is quite comfy. Anyways....I'm hungry and hopefully Nora willmake me some Ravioli. Man, Nora's sister is such a idiot. why does she have to mutter to herself when she knows that we're upstairs and that we can hear her. Damn her!!! TO HELLLL! I like pie. The end...go eat your food you stupid slave monkeys...thats right! YOU! byes.