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[drenrin2120]

This is what a bit of something I've been experimenting with the past month.

Everything but vocals and guitar is synthesized in this POS I call art. It had a pop punk kinda feel to it which I wasn't goin for it, if you don't think it's too horrid I got a coulple other songs to show you.
 This Thing Over My Head

There's a few parts that make me shudder when I hear them, figures they're the important parts. So disreguard those parts, i haven't had time to rerecord better vocals.

Let the bashing begin.

[Moosetroop11]

The only problem I see from a songwriter's point of view is that the words often don't fit the music; you sound like you've written some words without thinking about the music and then just fit it over any way you can. Not ideal.

Everything but the singing seemed good, though. So well done, maybe you should collaborate with a writer/singer :p

[drenrin2120]

Yeah, that is actually what I did =/ I was never too worried about lyrics and vocals. But I get 100 percent what you mean.

[aboutasoandthis]

I never knew your voice was so deep. You sound like you're 21. You remind me of a good friend of mine. :p

The singing isn't bad. It sounds a bit like it's coming from your nose though, and when you get to the low notes, it sounds like you're struggling or something.

Oh well, you've got more talent then I'll ever have.

[drenrin2120]

Some of you are probably gonna criticize me harshly on this. The chords and stuff are simple, but I still screw up here and there. Ans again, the vocals are bleh. I just recorded it. The acoustic guitar and vocals were recorded seperately because I just can't play and sing at the same time right yet.

 6 Billion of Us

EDIT:
I saw what I saw today,
and I know it really ain't okay.
Another bomb gone off,
another life just lost.
And this is the world we live in today,
yeah, this is the world we live in today.

So don't tell me it's okay,
don't tell me you've got a plan.
I'll wake up another day,
and we won't be any better off.
No we won't be anywhere.
We're looking at ourselves in mirrors,
wondering where we're bound to be,
there's just something not right about this.
I need to break free,
I need to leave.

This is what I am,
This is who we are.

We are nothing but lost,
We give so much only to lose it all.
We lose it all.
Traverse your finger across the sky,
and find the path you were looking for,
has no directions, only guidlines.
This war, this battle, this religion,
this connection, no relation,
disconnect it, no salvation.
There's corruption, there's greed,
little peace and rarely what we need.
Rarely what we need.


And a child came up to me,
told me what he wanted to be,
and that he just wanted to see his daddy,
but it was too bad to hear,
the sad fact of it all.
6 feet below him and me.

Can you tell me,
why do we fight?
why do we live?
Why do we die?
Why do we cry?
And I feel the need to know,
so maybe this pain can have a reason.
So many of us reaching towards the heavens.
Some day we will all go,
away from this place,
but to where I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I wish I had the answers to give to you,
I wish I could make it all alright for everyone.
But there's nothing one person can do,
when it takes 6 billion of us.