Hello everyone, it's been a hell of a long time since I posted anything here so I thought I'd share one of my most recent pieces. I don't know if this will be used in any of the music projects I'm in at the moment but I've got a part for it written on my keyboard so you might see it in the future along with some of my other lyrics I've posted. This piece is titled 'City Syndrome' (and yes I'm aware AM has a song of the same title lol), feel free to comment on it or suggest ways on how it could be improved. Enjoy. City Syndrome Smog and dust and tower lights Drain the colour from the sky It’s cold outside and traffic’s all to see The air’s so thick that it’s hard to breathe But walking down this central lane We realise that it’s in our veins This life that we cannot let go The friends and loves we don’t yet know Life can’t be any less the same When it’s all you know, all else feels strange You never want to leave your nest Beneath the wing of the metropolis The busy life of phantoms All locked within a dream But satisfaction has no place When stains will not come clean This is what we want Or at least what we’ve been told City syndrome’s in the hearts Of each and every soul Dirt and filth and endless plights See the town through different eyes A place of god if you could believe Look beyond the veil of naivety Walking through this central green We realise that it’s all a dream The promise it brings is just a mask The friendships and loves all never last Is this a place of destiny? Or is it that we can’t break free? Cannot ever leave your nest Locked in the cage of the metropolis The busy life of phantoms All locked within a dream But satisfaction has no place When stains will not come clean This is what we want Or at least what we’ve been told City syndrome’s in the hearts Of each and every soul Every single soul Is reaching out for bliss Making oaths with each like them To savour every kiss Tell them that you love them Don’t tell them who you are A prisoner just like them Beneath the city stars The busy life of phantoms All locked within a dream But satisfaction has no place When stains will not come clean This is what we want Or at least what we’ve been told City syndrome’s in the hearts Of each and every soul
The bridge kills me. I love how this all flows. Long time no see, Luke. Just one thing: that 'breath'? Should be 'breathe'.