The latest song I made for the Song A Week challenge I do with some friends. My week got busy, so this song actually took two weeks.

Lyrics:

Do you regret the way you left,
All the things you could’ve said,
Did it make sense in your head,
Or was it just from me you fled.

After all was said and done,
I never thought that you would run,
But I guess you’d had enough,
I know sometimes I can be too much.

Maybe I was a waste of your,
Love,
Love,
Love.
What am I to do without your,
Love,
Love,
Love.

You couldn’t look me in the eye,
Couldn’t even tell another lie,
After the way that you left me for dead,
It makes me question every word you’ve said.

You can call it what you want,
Explain away your nonchalant,
Self-preservation to the Nth,
But there’s no degree in losing sleep.

Tell me, is this what you call,
Love,
Love,
Love,
I think I’m better off without your,
Love,
Love,
Love,
Is this how you treat the ones you,
Love,
Love,
Love,
I’ll think twice before I fall in,
Love,
Love,
Love,


So I wrote you a letter,
Hoping I would feel better,
Spilled my heart on a page,
Trying to let my thoughts escape,

Oh, how I wish I could say,
I don’t think about you every day,
Even if you didn’t want to stay,
Did you really have to run away?

After all we had, not a single word,
You shut me out, is this just what I deserve?
No goodbye, no reason why, no second try,
You just waited ‘til I saw you with another guy,

There’s not much left to say,
After it ends this way,
Was it your lack of care,
Or were you just afraid?

What’s the point of asking,
What you’ll never answer.
Sometimes I wish I could take back my love.

The Letter Love

A cover I recorded of Meshuggah's song, Demiurge. I programmed the drums and performed the guitars, bass, and vocals myself.

Demiurge - Meshuggah Cover

The first song I wrote for a new Song A Week challenge. Check out other songs and other entries at https://writersblockpnw.bandcamp.com/

The Fall

Week 2 of our Writer's Block Song A Week challenge. Check out the others at writersblockpnw.bandcamp.com

Don't Go

Tell Me A Lie

Lyrics:

Wouldn’t it be,
So nice to see you again,
Oh, how has it been so long.
How did a week,
Turn into three years ago,
Time is a bastard.

How could it be,
I might never see you again,
Oh, don’t speak those words to me.
We could just leave,
Just you and me, I swear,
I’d go anywhere with you. 

Don’t let it be,
An eternity before,
I can see your face once more.
I won’t let it be,
Eternity that brings,
Us back together,

Like a broken home,
Like an old cell phone,
We’re not perfect,
But maybe that’s the point.

We could make our own,
We could make it home,
We’re not perfect,
But maybe that’s the point.

Oh, I could wait forever,
To see you smile again,
Don’t make me wait forever,
I swear, we’ll meet again.

From London to Milan,
We’ll pick up where we left off,
If it makes you happy,

I knew it all along,
Now I’ll put it in a song,
If it makes you happy.

This Song Has A Name, I Promise...

My track for Writer's Block this week. I've been sick and can't really sing right now, so this is an instrumental!

Starbreather

We sell our souls,
For silver and gold,
And then we lie to ourselves,
And say it's all for our health,
Confusing fortune for wealth,
In this hell.

So, 
We sell our souls,
Just for silver and gold,
I’m letting you know,
I see right through the smoke that you blow,
You’re pickin’ pockets,
With your charity, it’s all for the show,
And I know, ‘cause it’s your wallet,
Not His kingdom that’s growin’

So bold,
On your podium,
While His people are cold,
Countin’ bodies in the building,
But your gospel is moldy,
You speak in His name,
But your heart is a slave,
Poured your convictions down the drain.

We sell our souls,
For silver and gold,
And then we lie to ourselves,
And say it's all for our health,
Confusing fortune for wealth,
In this hell.

Oh God,
Help us travel through these curves in the road.
We're learning to cope,
Yeah, but at the cost of our hope.
I see them standing there,
With their hands on our throats,
They took our goals,
And hung them from the end of a rope.

So get mad,
Take this generation back from his hold,
Don’t let anybody tell you it’s just how these things go,
Stand up,
Fight for every last bit of your hope,
Look the devil in the face ‘cause we know how this one ends,

Get mad.
Let the ground shake,
Beneath our feet.

We will not sell our souls,
For silver and gold,
We’ve lost control,
Of all that we know,
We won’t lose hope,
We’ll find our way home.
Oh God, we ask for Your help,
‘Cause we can’t do this ourselves,
No longer binding ourselves,
To this hell.

Trevor Allan

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