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Lyrics / The Star-Angled Banter
Puppets dangling from our self-righteous ribbons
Of life and liberty and redundant lies.
We are maneuvered like beaten pets
And shot down by each other’s helpless cries.
Strung out on tradition and conformity
Manufactured by the rules of majority
We are herded like slaughtered cattle
And suppressed (oppressed) by the Senate’s glittering fools.
Our mouths are hollow vessels
Our eyes are swollen shut
Our efforts being shredded
Our arrogance- the knife that cuts
Our behaviors are reactions to unjustified fears
Of unforgiven but instinctual ways
We are poisoned like the evil villians
And sentenced to miserable normal days.
And as we choke on the addictive dust
Of our own apathetic strategies
We are as influenced as the despised masses
Yet stereotyping them as the usual tragedies.
Our mouths are hollow vessels
Oour eyes are swollen shut
Our efforts being shredded
Our arrogance- the knife that cuts.
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Good work, here.
I am reminded of Rage Against the Machine.
The second stanza’s rhyme scheme is inconsistent with the others.
Your antepenultimate line has a typo: “Oour”.
my favourite line:
“And sentenced to miserable normal days.”
Very good. I enjoyed your insights. Keep writing!
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Our arrogance, the knife that cuts!!! I love it! A lot of emotion and feeling intertwined with actual meaning makes this a great potential piece of music. The words mean so much and at the same time keep in rhythm with the melodious flow in my head. Great job, my friend. Nice lyrical attempt. A successful in my book.
Writer of Lyrics of Mind’s Mad Ranger,
Believe me when I say to you,
This harboring thoughts of conspiracy & dispair,
Always results in melt-down you to rue.
Yea, so what: Your lyrics can’t repair,
Democracy going down means no one can fix War Enonomy,
It just plays out behind closed doors’ black affairs.
So where does this leave you writing of angst hegemony?
You to sing words of Siduri:
War Gods are above so we to live as we can in harmony.
Pay thee heed to my words for you I worry,
- strangepeade
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