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Staring Down A Barrel of a Forty Five
Contributed by
devils_denial
on
Tuesday, 20th June 2006 @ 02:20:09 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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As I sit silently on my bed,
Staring through the glass,
I wish I was dead,
I stare further on through the rain,
Realising that theres no future for me,
I still experience never-ending pain,
If only you were to know,
That my smile is just for show,
All I want to do,
Is to end this now,
And finally seeing it through,
I see the burnt ashes of a past life,
As I stare through the mist of a crystal ball,
This makes me want to slit my wrists with a knife.
As I sit peacefully on my bed,
I might as well throw my life away,
Cos suicidal imagery is running through my head,
But something is making me stay,
In my petrified dreams,
My sadness screams,
Most of the time,
I envisage my funeral,
And people around me say that Im fine,
Im staring down the barrel of a forty five,
Considering the prospects of a spiritual life,
Right over on the other side
Im still staring down the barrel of a forty five,
Cos theres absolutely nothing I can do,
To see this through,
Yeah, life may have its flaws,
Well mine has finally ran its course,
You see my life has got to be cursed,
And the only way I can leave this place,
Is in a hearse,
You see Ive already gone for that ride,
Without ever saying goodbye,
Two years ago it was my second attempt at committing suicide,
Its definitely nothing to boost,
But when my mood is low,
I still ask myself,
The same question over and over again,
What suicide techniques do I like the most?
So Im still
Staring down the barrel of a forty five,
Considering the prospects of a spiritual life,
Right over on the other side
Im still staring down the barrel of a forty five,
Cos theres absolutely nothing I can do,
To see this through,
At the end of the day,
Im still quietly sat on my bed,
Or in the same boat,
As many other people,
Who think they havent got any hope,
So they hang themselves with a rope,
Or overdosing themselves with some dope,
So as you lie in your bed asleep,
And this song creeps into your dreams,
You are suddenly awoken,
Life is a one off gift,
Which we all must treasure,
Its unique pleasures,
Sadly for me life has to be broken.
As Im still sat crying on my bed,
I continuously stare out of the window,
And still my smile is just for show,
I fix my gaze on the pounding rain,
That reminds me of the pain,
I still have to go through,
Ive still debts that are still due,
I just go through with it,
Cos I havent nothing to loose,
So my tearful eyes are...
Still staring down the barrel of a forty five,
Considering the prospects of a spiritual life,
Right over on the other side
Im still staring down the barrel of a forty five,
Cos theres absolutely nothing I can do,
To see this through,
Ive stared down the barrel of a forty five,
Ive found my way to the spiritual life,
Im finally over on the other side
No longer am I staring down the barrel of a forty five,
Cos theres absolutely nothing I can do,
Cos now Imgone.
By Jay Basey 2004
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2006-06-20 14:20:09]
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Re: Staring Down A Barrel of a Forty Five
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by Essentially9 on
Tuesday, 20th June 2006 @ 04:52:39 PM AEST
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| this reminds me of shinedown's 45 song. i think they even played the song on television and bleeped out the number 45. you had a different ending, which is good to come across. these lyrics are pretty long and repetitive in some rephrasings. some of the rhymes are really forced, such as hope, rope, dope. you had lots of cliches in this, and i think some originality can spice it up, like this line, "‘Cos suicidal imagery is running through my head,". i think this was a pretty good write, but needs to be heard i suppose, since it is a song. songs arent always the best on paper. |
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Re: Staring Down A Barrel of a Forty Five
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by Davinah on
Wednesday, 21st June 2006 @ 06:42:52 AM AEST
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I agree with Essentially on this: songs really arent always the best on paper. It is the melody that makes them.
Nevertheless, I think you did a good job!
~Davinah~ |
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