Hey, Bobby the Masters are back. (house, Atmosphere, American, title)

**sleepy jack** · 05-31-2007, 12:04 AM

No title, so I quoted sage. Tell me what you think.

And you run like water through the deserts and
Cut their hands and feet off and lay them behind in the dust,
For their skin colors deemed them too unholy to be saved,
Yeah you can call it a war on terrorism but the fact remains,
Its like a fucking a man with eight legs,
You can call it what you want but the fact remains,
The semen will remain on your hands at least until your 'soul' is saved.

And we watch the children lay like bodies into the grave,
Huddling beneath houses hoping a bomb will skip over and
Miss them so they can shiver through another night of
Crying and whisperers that it will be already as their
last breath leaves their lungs and they wonder what they did wrong.

And we walk these streets and see the children run bare feet
Jumping on broken mattresses and playing games with sticks,
We hold hands and dream of days when the children can play,
Without ropes around their waists to make sure they don't get too
Far away, to be swept up and suffocated by an american flag,
All so they can 'save' this land.

And sometimes I feel like giving up, but Huma when
I think of our forever nights with fingers laced,
Just dreaming of better days I know I can wake up
To another day, for even a flower can bloom in a
Barren field if tended the right way, as we lay
And talk of dreams i've had of how we will leave this land,
And lay our roots in a new place and continue to bloom,
In our better days.

And we were miles away when the bombs went off,
Standing on a distant cliff and touching the stars,
We saw the city lights flicker and boom as the atmosphere
And scenery changed and I saw you fade away with the morning
Sun, recalling how I found your body a second too late.

either/or · 05-31-2007, 05:56 AM

liked it all , except the first verse, used remain twice near the end and

**sleepy jack** · 05-31-2007, 12:11 PM

Yeah I need to fix it, I didn't even realize the repetition until now.

PerFeCTioNThrUSileNCe · 05-31-2007, 04:39 PM

I like. It's darker than most of the stuff of yours that I've read.

Quote:

And we watch the children lay like bodies into the grave,
Huddling beneath houses hoping a bomb will skip over and
Miss them so they can shiver through another night of
Crying and whisperers that it will be already as their
last breath leaves their lungs and they wonder what they did wrong.

I like this verse a lot. It's got a great somberness to it and a very poetic flow.

Quote:

Its like a ****ing a man with eight legs,
You can call it what you want but the fact remains,
The semen will remain on your hands at least until your 'soul' is saved.

This part I don't understand so much. It doesn't seem to fit the rest of the song. If there's a deeper metaphorical meaning to it...clue me in.

CAPTAIN CAVEMAN · 05-31-2007, 05:24 PM

Quote:

them to unholy

too?

It's good.

**sleepy jack** · 05-31-2007, 10:59 PM

Fixed.

And my bandmate said write about song about spiders and rape, thats what the eight legs part is about, this what came out of what he said. The hands part doesn't make sense, but I thought genitals would've added a level of comedy I didn't want.

PerFeCTioNThrUSileNCe · 06-01-2007, 01:12 AM

^Understood. Yet another piece of great work of yours Ethan.

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05-31-2007, 12:04 AM
sleepy jack Bone Machine Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Jesusland Posts: 17,244	Hey, Bobby the Masters are back. No title, so I quoted sage. Tell me what you think. And you run like water through the deserts and Cut their hands and feet off and lay them behind in the dust, For their skin colors deemed them too unholy to be saved, Yeah you can call it a war on terrorism but the fact remains, Its like a fucking a man with eight legs, You can call it what you want but the fact remains, The semen will remain on your hands at least until your 'soul' is saved. And we watch the children lay like bodies into the grave, Huddling beneath houses hoping a bomb will skip over and Miss them so they can shiver through another night of Crying and whisperers that it will be already as their last breath leaves their lungs and they wonder what they did wrong. And we walk these streets and see the children run bare feet Jumping on broken mattresses and playing games with sticks, We hold hands and dream of days when the children can play, Without ropes around their waists to make sure they don't get too Far away, to be swept up and suffocated by an american flag, All so they can 'save' this land. And sometimes I feel like giving up, but Huma when I think of our forever nights with fingers laced, Just dreaming of better days I know I can wake up To another day, for even a flower can bloom in a Barren field if tended the right way, as we lay And talk of dreams i've had of how we will leave this land, And lay our roots in a new place and continue to bloom, In our better days. And we were miles away when the bombs went off, Standing on a distant cliff and touching the stars, We saw the city lights flicker and boom as the atmosphere And scenery changed and I saw you fade away with the morning Sun, recalling how I found your body a second too late. __________________ You're so evil and I'm so good, I'll make it up to you someday.

05-31-2007, 05:56 AM
either/or Don't think twice Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: A basement on the hill Posts: 379	liked it all , except the first verse, used remain twice near the end and __________________ Painstaking devotion and love Surrendered to self preservation From others who care for themselves A blindness that touches perfection But hurts just like anything else Isolation, isolation, isolation

05-31-2007, 12:11 PM
sleepy jack Bone Machine Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Jesusland Posts: 17,244	Yeah I need to fix it, I didn't even realize the repetition until now. __________________ You're so evil and I'm so good, I'll make it up to you someday.

05-31-2007, 10:59 PM
sleepy jack Bone Machine Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Jesusland Posts: 17,244	Fixed. And my bandmate said write about song about spiders and rape, thats what the eight legs part is about, this what came out of what he said. The hands part doesn't make sense, but I thought genitals would've added a level of comedy I didn't want. __________________ You're so evil and I'm so good, I'll make it up to you someday.