WOAH.

Holy shit, it's 2010. Way to take your sweet-ass time, Emelyn.

I'm sorry.

I had to go insane and re-dye my hair purple and get effing laid off to get anything going.

So optimistic, guys. Probably should not be this giddy about unemployment, but if you knew guys, if you knew...

I'm going to start networking around here so there can be music put to these lyrics. This isn't something that's going to explode overnight, but updates will be posted periodically.

.

I managed to come up with this. I think it significantly does not suck as much as the last ones which I've promptly deleted.

More will come.

MORE.

WILL.

COME.

...

Everything's gone to hell.



Happy soon-to-be one year anniversary, blog.



I haven't written anything good in a while.

But I'm deciding to take a break from lyrics to write a film noir, one of my first artistic loves.



Life has been very film noir-like, lately.

Femme Fatales, Girl Fridays, moles, lackeys, glamor, twists and turns...it's maddening.

Yet a bit delightful.

...

Rest assured, when something comes up, it'll be put here first.

(Pity my computer died recently, hm? I might be investing in a typewriter, soon.)

Finally.

Hi.



Sorry.

Things have been a little slow, up here.

I think I might've managed to work something out, though.

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edit: NOPE. Nope, I haven't.





Absolutely not.

COMING BACK ATCHA.

No, not really.

I don't know what I'm calling this one, at the moment. Maybe "The Ghost Ship Enters."

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There's a ghost ship in your harbor!
There's a ghost ship in your harbor!

Black sails against a sky
Pluming red
A ghost ship enters your harbor!

Down
Down
Under the sea
Rise to the surface
Come to be
Do you see??
Do you see the ghost ship
Enters your harbor!!
There's a ghost ship
Entering your harbor!

I don't think it belongs-
I don't think it belongs here-
I don't think it belongs--OH GOD NO!

A massive hull
But only a shadow of that
Oh, it's bringing the sickness
It's bringing the disease
LOOK OUT!

There's a ghost ship
Entering your harbor
And its empty crew shall mimic
And cry
'A ghost ship enters your harbor!
There's a ghost ship
Comin' to your harbor!
Bringin' the death!
Bringin' the disease!'
A-HA HA!!

The ghost ship enters your harbor
This eve!

Down, down
Under the sea...

Ladies in White

There is always
A Lady in White

In every empty home
On every breaking step
There is always
A Lady in White

And on every breaking rung
Glides her flowing white gown
Her quiet voice rings out
In every deafening silence
Oh, but who is she?
We always must know
Who is she?
Is she but a figure of imagination
Or did she truly used to be?
Oh, but who is she..?

In every aching stairwell
There is always
A Lady in White
Or at a vacant crossing
Is the Lady in White

Stories whispered
About a past
But we don't know what's true
We don't know what's true

Just a sweet perfume
Blowing past,
Wafting near
The same whose clicking heels
We hear
She is
The Lady in White

Rapping, echoing at our doors
There is always
The Lady in White

The last two posts...

Really sucked. Ass. I really gotta say. [ed. note: they've since been deleted.]

Sorry about that. It's been a bit of a dry spell.

I'm hitting you with something new. I've worked on two, and one of them is pretty much wrapped up. I hope we like it.

...

NOW.

Apologies again...

Work has been eating up most of my time. I work 8 hour shifts for five days.

I still have things I want to write out, though. I'm only planning to gain more.

Also, I've been talking with a (really awesome) drummer from said workplace, and he's going to be seeing some of these very lyrics tomorrow, so...

Maybe we can start hearing how all of this will sound soon, hm?

...

Let's hope.