♡  All I wanted - Paramore (𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘥) ♡

Haven't a dream in a long time
See the life I've had can make a good man...bad
So for once in my life
Let me get what I want
Lord knows it would be the last time

deftones - please let me get what i want (slowed+reverb)

should sound familiar if youve heard this from tiktok (or if you watch lunacyhill)

Cherry Waves- deftones (sped up + pitched)

NOVULENT - SAVIOR (SLOWED)

had to slow and reverb cause of soundcloud

Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want - The Smiths x Deftones Mix

lonliness - decalius (the best part looped)

this was originally removed from SoundCloud and i missed it so much i uploaded it myself. creds to the person who uploaded it first to SoundCloud which i don't know the name of :)

It's Snowing Like It's The End Of The World X Griffith X Berserk

Tren Twins - a new kind of love slowed

SONG NOT MINE, VOICE NOT MINE, CREDITS TO THE OWNERS!

For 6 months, I couldn't sleep x Smells like teen spirit - Nirvana

Have you ever seen a shadow of something out of the corner of your eye?
But you can't really see it, touch it or describe what it is. It's just there, annoying.....but also a little scary..
Is it a guilty conscience? A badly disturbed soul. Your own inadequacy? Or your own or someone else's disappointment?......

Or is it all of these feelings and maybe a few more who appears and manifests itself as a ghost to you? A ghost of a sence........which always seems present......no matter what you do....there is always this echo.....and it is with some anguish that we let the difficult moments in our lives pass in our thoughts.........Hmmmm

Magic guitars left & right; David Dunham; @david-dunhamuser589535203
Superb Poetry/Lyrics, Narration; Peter the Poet; soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Music, mix & production, track image - Seagull: @farout-music-studio
Wonderful voice: Clara Sorace

Ghost of a Sense

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss,
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past,
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there,
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare,
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
.......some worthwhile inner self.

Ghost of a sence - David, Peter & Seagull

So you ask me why I sell my tools?
Maybe I’m chasing something new.
Maybe ‘cause applause don’t pay the rent,
just love and words—yeah, I know they’re true.
But the world’s been priced in dollar signs,
no weight for craft, no room for soul.
If hands don’t feed, if strings don’t heal,
what’s a broken trade to hold?

Tell me—why’s the measure always cash?
Tell me—why does worth get cut in half?

Why do I sell?
‘Cause this world won’t keep a place for sound.
Why do I sell?
‘Cause the crowd wants noise, not hands unbound.
Why do I sell?
‘Cause the system bleeds the makers dry.
I’d give it all just to see her eyes—
I’d burn the past to buy that flight.

So you ask me why I lay it down,
why I trade my steel for borrowed ground?
‘Cause it’s been years with empty pockets,
chasing coins that never land.
Society don’t want no players,
just machines that play on cue.
But I’ll fight through this starvation
if it leads me home to you.

Tell me—does the song still count if it can’t pay?
Tell me—do I walk or throw the world away?

Why do I sell?
‘Cause this world won’t keep a place for sound.
Why do I sell?
‘Cause the crowd wants noise, not hands unbound.
Why do I sell?
‘Cause the system bleeds the makers dry.
I’d give it all just to see her eyes—
I’d burn the past to buy that flight.

Why does music heal but never feed?
Why’s creation treated like a thief?
Why does love outshine the stage lights’ glow,
yet I’d pawn it all just to let her know—
I will not lose her.

Why do I sell?
‘Cause a man must fight to keep his vow.
Why do I sell?
‘Cause the only stage I want is now.
Why do I sell?
Not for gold, not for the crowd—
I sell my tools so I can prove
my love’s the truest sound.

So you ask me why I sell my tools…
It’s for her.
It’s for love.
It’s for life.

♡ All I wanted - Paramore (𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘥) ♡

its pav now lmao

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