I've got the most awe inspiring instrumentals I made for this peice. When I get the time to record this, it will SO be audio. Anyway, it's smooth pianic and strings with a technish breakbeat kind of instrumentals. Tempo 100.

Rain

It's kinda scary, all this lo-fidelity shit
In the cemetary, in the mausolium crypt
Or the collisium pit, written theologic script
When I wrote nothing, but hi-fidelity shit
When I made it to be heard by horrorcore ears
To be playing on your fears like for more years
Anti-Nixites are scared because the Nixon had dared
To ever be the mother lover that ever cared
Do you care about me? Do I care about you?
Make my music some emotional political shit too
When I write about theology, don't care about biology
Don't beleive in astrology, but lust for sociology
Because I'm so interested in the humans interaction
Maybe one day I could join on the action
But until that day, I'll remain an eye of society
And all you anti-socialites, it's ok for you to side with me
But I wouldn't suggest it cause this is a lonely occupation
And the only occupation is the army in your heart waiting
To explode, to spill blood on love
Maybe someday we may all fall in love
But until that day comes, I continue to be shunned
I'm too insignificant to ever be that special one
For that one girl, one woman, man or hermaphrodite
I'm not picky, beggars can't be choosers right?
But I don't care, I just want to care
I want to be one that could very well dare
To ever fall in love, but I gotta wait
'Cause I got better things to do, like living day to day
I want to die, but got no guts for suicide
Or maybe it's responsibility keeping me on this side
Of heavens gates. Of heavens pearly gates.
Wake up to the glory of morning, and commence to masturbate
Self-gratification my only responsibility
My only ability that means anything to me
Except maybe eating, sleeping, and even drinking
But what about love? Faith, and thinking?
It could only possibly mean what I let it mean
And my responsibility lies within my dream
That's why when I wake up, I try to stay in bed
Searching for the answers in my subconcious head
Right before I wake up, I'm still within sleep
Piling up those answers heap by heap
But they're intangible and simply whisper away
And the wind picks them up as I wake up to the day
And the day breaks, like so much shattered glass
I have to get outta bed, I have to get off my ass
Gotta get dressed because I gotta get warm
Put on any clothes, don't care if they tattered or torn
But I wouldn't wear them, if I didn't have to
I have no dignity or shame, it's why I laugh at you
Wearing you're clothes, for no rhyme or reason
Except for decency and style, but that's truly treason
It goes against the laws of nature, to cover your skin
All your sexual organs, all your scars and all your sin
I'm proud of every scar that is upon myself
Caused from breakdancing, or falling off the shelf
Up from the sky, the cloud cumulo nimbus
Fractos! Lactos, intolerant so kiss this, mistress
Fractos! 'Bringing the rain, the rain the rain
'Causing the rain, the rain the rain

It can't rain all the time
Your tears won't fall forever

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Originally posted by Bruklor Nec is just dumb

I'm taking that as a compliment.

the beginning was tight but your shit is long as hell you should try putting it on audio so we can listen to you spit your shit because nobody is going to read all that

Well, to be absolutely fair, I've written god damn near novel length poems and people have read them. Or at least, I hope they did. I'd rather them not lie and tell me what they thought.

So, respect to you for being honest and not pretending you read it all.

Anyway... wasauf?

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Originally posted by Bruklor Nec is just dumb

I'm taking that as a compliment.

nice

hey necro, i read this shit and its really cool and i loved it...i read some of your other shit too....tender...aight well i gotta go...keep droppin....p.s. cant wait to hear that audio

its strait yo i like it. its got good flow

keep it comin

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Pain is abscence of tolerance
its the emptyness that conqueres the mind body and soul

I can forgive Hot Rod, because I already did so without thinking. And authenticity, you're cool because you actually gave a decent reply.

But Crooked-Comical and Shadowsk8er, if it's not too much trouble, if you don't mind of course... would you both please just, go to hell?

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Originally posted by Bruklor Nec is just dumb

I'm taking that as a compliment.

It does seem to be a piece which you put a lot into. 'Measured' to good effect in a way. Instead of your usual slightly more on the edge style. But maybe the length of the piece made it seem that way. And there's no doubt that it didn't effect the piece in a bad way. I mean you kept that raw on edge style to go along with a slightly more measured approach.

I get the feeling i don't quite fully understand the piece. Or at least, what you're trying to say. I think it's about someone who has got used to pain, angst n melancholy around him. Tragedies of many kinds. Thrives on it as the 'sociologist' that has been spawned within him. Or has become him. And though it seems endless, finds a certain amount of security in the thought 'it can't be like this forever'. Though part of you 'knows' it aint true. Oh and of course, some insightful self analysation used to highlight this and more.

cumulo nimbus? fractos? Er, elaborate?

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