Hey, I made a new song! it took about an hour just to render the final version, and I realized in said final version, the music may be too loud, nevertheless, Lyrics will be in the description, and if anyone is interested in knowing exactly what the Hell this song is about, just ask... P.S This song was made completely for fun, and I didnt even intend to upload it at all, but why the Hell not? P.P.S Youre still reading this? Wow, you deserve a cookie, you know that? I just wanted to say, I KNOW I cant sing, but like I said, this wasnt intended for an audience... There, finished! Now go get yourself that cookie! LYRICS: Open the curtains, Its a perfect day, But come the rain, Said day is washed away, And in its place, Is another day, Not bad, But vague hints of grey, stay, Open the curtains, Its a perfect day, But come the rain, Said day is washed away, And in its place, Is another day, Not bad, But vague hints of grey, stay, I understand this, But does that mean Im educated? It is indicated that smartness is valued by the generated Grades youve received, I think the mistake is, The more free, illustrated minds, That show creative signs, Are undermined by mankind and over their time, Their divined minds will become dust with all else this new world has declined, Force it, Its fine, Cuz I have a brain, And with this organ, I intend to not solely overcome boredom, But to also ignore them pitiful, hypocritical, thugs, unfit to rule even their own lives, And they are not the Government, not only, anyway, They can range from bad parents, to corrupt cops to people you see every day, Open the curtains, Its a perfect day, But come the rain, Said day is washed away, And in its place, Is another day, Not bad, But vague hints of grey, stay, Open the curtains, Its a perfect day, But come the rain, Said day is washed away, And in its place, Is another day, Not bad, But vague hints of grey, stay, Educated, what a belated term, If you want to earn a living, why cant you earn a living? Instead a prison takes up most of the time given to you, School? Bull-crap. All that, Knowledge you promise to the novice each year, codswallop, be honest, the profit you gain is more solid than what is taught, I thought I was supposed to learn, I ought to want to learn, But I discern myself with this year-ing, Churning us out into the burning World, without the slightest Idea how to work ourselves, Open the curtains, Its a perfect day, But come the rain, Said day is washed away, And in its place, Is another day, Not bad, But vague hints of grey, stay, Open the curtains, Its a perfect day, But come the rain, Said day is washed away, And in its place, Is another day, Not bad, But vague hints of grey, stay, Now, Kind of an epilogue to my monologue, before I sod off back to my room, to brood some more: I dont aim this teachers, or educators in general, Im thankful that youve given me a handful, of wits and bits to piece together, I dont think Im clever writing this, and If you think It was made to slag you off, then there is something you missed...I just dont like the system in general, and that blame is right for someone, or some people, but not the people who teach all, of us at Wimbledon College, good or bad, I cant speak for everyone, but I myself, dare say: You efforts acknowledged... Open the curtains, Its a perfect day, But come the rain, Said day is washed away, And in its place, Is another day, Not bad, But vague hints of grey, stay, Open the curtains, Its a perfect day, But come the rain, Said day is washed away, And in its place, Is another day, Not bad, But vague hints of grey, stay,
Posted on: Tue, 02 Sep 2014 17:30:07 +0000
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