evofusion

if our hemispheres were mirrored, stars alone would break the glass. the shattering equator wouldn't flicker my eyelids as i realized oil and water were the same thing afterall. when the news spread and even the icecaps were homogenized, the greasy shine would reflect the clouds back upon the raindrops.

but there is no mirror, and oil and water only mingle.

minute theory

if our hemispheres were mirrored,
the stars alone would break the glass.

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it's a start, but i need to study. i have three finals today...

number 8

lighter note?

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hey all you peeps
no need for weeps
just stop bein' busy
and start gettin' dizzy!

alright all you clowns
this is how it goes down
first you drink somethin' fizzy
then you start gettin' dizzy!

now look all the way down
down to the sky
tilt your head to the right
and shake it alright

jump up and down
and off the walls
bounce all around
until you fall

get back up fast!
this feeling can last!
get ready to blast off
should i take my pants off?

it's okay with me
it don't matter really
you've got an excuse
'cause you're gettin' dizzy!

is that the wall or the door?
dude, wait, it's the floor!
you've had enough man
you get no more

where am I? who are you?
what the hell did I just do?
now I'm feelin' really grizzly
and boy if my head isn't dizzy

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a lot of my time is wasted
i need to find a trashcan

Number 7

this one's not lucky

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damn that blade was sharp
and damn was it on mark
no twisting or flicking
just a stab at the heart

the knife was polished
handed off to a friend
who read lines at best
pinned the note to my chest

vocal attack in the first degree
vocal attack aimed at me
can't take it back (sacrificed fun)
can't take it back (damage is done)

"truth hurts" is a nice way to put it
truth maims, truth blights
truth guts, and truth mucks
it does all these things
but mainly truth sucks

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For
Unexpected
Crappy
Knowledge

number 6

working in retail has slickened my tongue
and my morals have drained like a towel that's wrung

customer specialist?
I'm a weasely lyricist
crafting up notions
that put sales in motion

making transactions
with brand name distractions
they see the sticker
but not the kicker
what's underneath will break in a week

cashing checks
swiping cards
counting bills
making change

selling product
moving stock
'taching plans
changing hands

life of a salesman
a successful salesman
still has skel'tons
but they shake hands

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hmm, my job is an internal conflict.
but i like the discount.
however, i feel i discount myself by working there.

Number 5

is it right for a boy
to feel this void?
like sailing through space
in a sea of silent stars

while they glimmer their grins
his head starts to spin
and the dots blur to streaks
but there's no floor to fall on
he just keeps sailing through space
in a sea of silent stars
all of them distant
all of them far

he sees a moon
he sees a sun
he sees the blackness
of oblivion

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hmm, not very solid, i kinda lost where i was going, which is ironic because the lyrics make it seen like there's nowhere to go.

not dissappointed.

number 4

Zippity doo da
zippity day
going through life
the cloud drifting way

way way up in the air
I'm so far up I must look down
floating high without a care
I'm too far up to see a frown

Up in the sky
there's nothing to decide
I just chill out
and enjoy the ride

violence war
no harm done
I have no worries
from words or guns

In the sky where I reside
there's nothing that I must decide
I just chill out
and enjoy the ride

In the air there are no votes
In the air there is no pope
I just continue
the gentle slope

what happens happens
it's no use to me
when terrestrial hands
reach up to me

I can't see them
I don't care
they must be content
to look and stare

Just look at me
a simple cloud
I only go
where I'm allowed

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eh, not bad

I'm a floater
wanderer
drifter

I'm content

Number 3

Ah fuck
school tommorrow
bored today
get bored tommorrow

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ya, pretty much

number 2

if you leave the house to entertain
the house may lose its walls
the roof will still hold off the rain
but the windows show it all

what happens when you're tired of exposure?
do you take it in your hands for drastic measures?
when your scare tactics feed the furnace
for fiendish family media coverage

a real and fake hide and seek
your closest friends may spring a leak
to the noisy boys in bold tabloids

oh, popularity
popularity
showing decency
with utmost scarcity

popularity
popularity
peace and quiet
what a rarity

raging crowds and screaming fans
coming out to see the bands
it's not enough to see the show
the backstage antics
they want to know

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meh, that's all for that train of thought.
mediocre?

Number 1

chugga chugga
choo choo!
chugga chugga
choo choo!

there's a steam powered train
a-comin' for you

and the conductress wears a red dress
yes, the conductress wears a red dress
she fuels the train with chunks of coal
and lubes it up with motor oil

you hear her chugga choo choo
in your bitter blue caboose
and it wakes you up enough
for you to loosen up the noose

try to catch your breath
with the stuffy air that's left
in the stuck up first class quarters
were all the waiters take their orders

make your way through supply cars
and criminals caged in steel bars
wading through the bags of luggage
to make your way to the source of the chuggage

then you see the black coal car
you know your lady can't be far
but a black hand rises in a smoke filled cloud
a black hand rises from it's dusty shroud

it's the dark seductress that wants to work us
the evil temptress that tries to win us
then a deep low noise seeps in to save you
the familiar sound of the chugga chugga choo choo!

you leap the pits of carbon remains
to the bright red cabin of the conductresses domain
then the train detaches
she releases all the latches

it's just you and her and the steam powered engine
what else that's left is what's not mentioned
it's just the engine her and you
and the sound of chugga choo choo!

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wow, that was pretty sweet, if I'm aloud to comment on my own lyrics.

I'm gonna try to do an improv song every day. It's awesome just sitting down and making up lyrics as they come to you.