I wrote something pretty person for this instrumental. Eyedea was a big inspiration for my music, and just getting clean in general. Kinda wish I could have met the guy before he passed.
I suppose it might be The time to dream slightly less unsightly Or at least hold my knife tight to reenact the fighting But in less dignified lighting I'm so Sorry that my murder isn't striking Good lord, even the fairy tale tailors are bored Guess I better buy a modern age sword And justify as much bloodshed as glory can afford But in the end I'm too lucid to be fooled stupid Eyes too wide to overlook the translucent
solace created encompass hollow enthrope dilated pupil of hopes heart follows floating between her jagged teeth for wishes in the shadows of scars in glutton throat like sad stories of cut paper white limbs hanging from the ashes to heaven a philosophy answers to a answer flowers with no thorns pretty topics and theories to remedial calamities adapting to patterns weaved and agony peace less winter dressed in blue bruises under my eyelids appeased losers sad kids and bags with weed I watch the curtains twirl the wind sit by a envelopment at noon like cameras caught between their realities autonomy he wares a reflection of flowers in her hair or mirror wherever it is in this land of dissected monoliths a place remains to taste frozen Summer's between love and its numb heart hence once torn from a soul sworn to sing bleeding from the smallest wound to draw a smile contrary to realities intentions scorn roses like a deaf dove reflecting warm graces winter since i haven't been with her seems still to walk weather or not if it matters I feel to see what I cant understand trapped in reality where heavens ladder is as-though my voice is; singing soft hammers in loves language like craftsmen don't work on them my heart won't work like a broken one so I was a person of shadows liked the grass in the meadows the gallows where we were in floating into the vast beyond together timeless reflections of a clocks inner parts strings and butterflies what it's heart was; cloth holding a bunch of rested dust sitting by a empty place in lust a pardon to loves heart in entities hollow holding a bird swallowing his heart so as real as he is as his heart was rested against a flat chord life animate is being to be meaning is to be another human being dreaming about why of what it is under a night sky full of stars that make us wonder what they're doing there as language in time falls like lamps raindrops drip in a township hosted at fed compositions compromising times reflections for a rose in a mirror like a crow holding a picket post saying go away feeding a communistic straw blasphemic anecdotes to decay gray daisies life is tangible substance consumed by our fake compass morals as dishonest as tarnish is on honest consumed as a metaphor like orange frustrating how life can be complicated placated or as such masquerade of back laying to back to black goes light at death who says a light bulbs depth was an answer asked to someone who reflected on its very flesh blinded to a hollow shadow shallow map lays in the air bound to the timeless breaths hearts weather a shaped blank edge like ink stains leave blotches apples rot like blotches stain and apples stink rotted endeavors forevers rivers life listeners with a deaf ear pressed against her language of orthodox rested against its companionship amazing artist arching a page inlaid to bend the other way rested wings against a chord a quiet storm praying to a grenade in my souls search flowers in my love on a white page crumpled in a vein and vein hung violins gauge of depth softly touched like love made under sad rainbows
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I wrote something pretty person for this instrumental. Eyedea was a big inspiration for my music, and just getting clean in general. Kinda wish I could have met the guy before he passed.
Thankyou very much for uploading this dude. Gonna do a little tribute to Eyedea over this...
I suppose it might be
The time to dream slightly less unsightly
Or at least hold my knife tight to reenact the fighting
But in less dignified lighting
I'm so Sorry that my murder isn't striking
Good lord, even the fairy tale tailors are bored
Guess I better buy a modern age sword
And justify as much bloodshed as glory can afford
But in the end I'm too lucid to be fooled stupid
Eyes too wide to overlook the translucent
I wish youtube let us heart and superlike stuff to show how much this actually kicks ass. Thank you.
RIP Eyedea.
smoking to this song is amazing
This sounds dope sped up at 1.75!
Sii ya no me daaa
Tu sentiir, solo de a gotaaas
El por veniir, ya no da maaas
soooooooooo goood
solace created encompass hollow enthrope dilated pupil of hopes heart follows floating between her jagged teeth for wishes in the shadows of scars in glutton throat like sad stories of cut paper white limbs hanging from the ashes to heaven a philosophy answers to a answer flowers with no thorns pretty topics and theories to remedial calamities adapting to patterns weaved and agony peace less winter dressed in blue bruises under my eyelids appeased losers sad kids and bags with weed I watch the curtains twirl the wind sit by a envelopment at noon like cameras caught between their realities autonomy he wares a reflection of flowers in her hair or mirror wherever it is in this land of dissected monoliths a place remains to taste frozen Summer's between love and its numb heart hence once torn from a soul sworn to sing bleeding from the smallest wound to draw a smile contrary to realities intentions scorn roses like a deaf dove reflecting warm graces winter since i haven't been with her seems still to walk weather or not if it matters I feel to see what I cant understand trapped in reality where heavens ladder is as-though my voice is; singing soft hammers in loves language like craftsmen don't work on them my heart won't work like a broken one so I was a person of shadows liked the grass in the meadows the gallows where we were in floating into the vast beyond together timeless reflections of a clocks inner parts strings and butterflies what it's heart was; cloth holding a bunch of rested dust sitting by a empty place in lust a pardon to loves heart in entities hollow holding a bird swallowing his heart so as real as he is as his heart was rested against a flat chord life animate is being to be meaning is to be another human being dreaming about why of what it is under a night sky full of stars that make us wonder what they're doing there as language in time falls like lamps raindrops drip in a township hosted at fed compositions compromising times reflections for a rose in a mirror like a crow holding a picket post saying go away feeding a communistic straw blasphemic anecdotes to decay gray daisies life is tangible substance consumed by our fake compass morals as dishonest as tarnish is on honest consumed as a metaphor like orange frustrating how life can be complicated placated or as such masquerade of back laying to back to black goes light at death who says a light bulbs depth was an answer asked to someone who reflected on its very flesh blinded to a hollow shadow shallow map lays in the air bound to the timeless breaths hearts weather a shaped blank edge like ink stains leave blotches apples rot like blotches stain and apples stink rotted endeavors forevers rivers life listeners with a deaf ear pressed against her language of orthodox rested against its companionship amazing artist arching a page inlaid to bend the other way rested wings against a chord a quiet storm praying to a grenade in my souls search flowers in my love on a white page crumpled in a vein and vein hung violins gauge of depth softly touched like love made under sad rainbows
I though it's sampled from this watch?v=ghh0ttnRdiQ but noo.
anyone knows which is the final sample in this instrumental??
guitar sample taken from pleasantly disturbed song from the band simple minds by the first album life in a day 1979