Oscilate

Lyrics:
this time i'm barely breathing
keep searching for that meaning
there's nothing no mourning
so please just heed my warning
keep that in mind and you'll be free

life is no more than just a crime
and we are fed on the lies
that we were meant for something
at the end your pain means nothing

Exist, devoid of resolve
Like thieves, we will not exolve
With nothing, unfettered
All worries become severed
Keep that in mind and you'll be free


life is no more than just a crime
and we are fed on the lies
that we were meant for something
at the end your pain means nothing
 
(your pain means nothing)

post resolve

Psychopath (prod. drmabeats)

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Will I wake up, some dream I made up
No, I guess it's reality
What will change us, or will we mess up
Our only chance to connect with a dream
Say a prayer for me
(Say a prayer for me)
Say a prayer for me
Say a prayer for me
(Say a prayer for me)
I'm buried by the sound
In a world of human wreckage
In a world of human wreckage
In a world of human wreckage
Where I'm lost and I'm found and I can't touch the ground
I'm plowed into the sound
To see wide open with a head that's broken
Hang a life on some tragedy
Plow me under the ground that covers
The message that is the seed
Say a prayer for me
(Say a prayer for me)
Say a prayer for me
Say a prayer for me
(Say a prayer for me)
I'm buried by the sound
In a world of human wreckage
In a world of human wreckage
In a world of human wreckage
Where I'm lost and I'm found and I can't touch the ground
I'm plowed into the sound
Will I wake up, some dream I made up
No, I guess it's reality

Songwriters: Tim Cross / Jimmy Paluzzi / Mike Cross / Joey Mazzola / Mark Dombroski
Plowed lyrics © Three One Three, Gratiot 7 Music, Crush Velvet Kiss Publishing, Electroflame Music, Cowbelly Music Publishing

Plowed (cover)

god damn

It’s not that I’m afraid of it
It’s just that I would rather not 
It’s tempting to just say the things
Much better that it’s gone 

Not the end of the world 
It’s just the end of this 

Can’t figure it out 
That’s ok, it’s alright 
One less thing to think about 

It’s not wrong to walk away
At least that’s what I tell myself
It’d feel good to get it out
But won’t serve me well 

That was nobody’s fault 
That’s just the way it went down 

Can’t figure it out 
That’s ok, it's alright
One less thing to think about 

One less thing to think about

One Less Thing

First time trying something in Dorian. Also first time releasing something that is a social commentary

What Good Is Freedom

Le ciel éclaire ce pauvre errant,
Un triste enfant plein de tourments.
La mer est fière, hurle le vent.
Ce pauvre errant pleure sur l'estran.

La lune le guide, sa face cachée.
L'étoile le fuit, il est penché.
Il se demande ce qu'il a fait
Pour être là, un poil perché.

Je l'ai croisé, de tous côtés,
Lui ai dressé une tente perchée.
Il m'a souri, m'a dit merci,
S'en est allé, de tous côtés.

La lune le guide, sa face cachée.
L'étoile le fuit, il est penché.
Il se demande ce qu'il a fait
Pour être là, un poil perché.

Les autres autour sont comme absents.
Il n'en sait rien, indifférent.
Il suit sa voie de tous côtés.
Les yeux levés vers Cassiopée.

La lune le guide, sa face cachée.
L'étoile le fuit, il est penché.
Il se demande ce qu'il a fait
Pour être là, un poil perché.

Cassiopée

Love Lust Obsessed

This was the second song that I recorded on my 4-Track cassette back in September of 1984. Written in 1983,

Copyright 1985
Remastered 2021

Ron Snyder - Fake It and Take It (1984)

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