Special Rain

They keep telling me we were never special
Two drops of many,
forming a sea
Well I can't help it
that you affected me
If we're just part of the rain,
or not
Special was still the impression I got
So forgive me if I won't be part of the ocean
If I wanna make my own currents and streams
I'd rather die failing while chasing my dreams
and rather drown trying to feel
all there ever was to feel
Forgive me
if I won't be nothing
And come sail
Come be safe
We'll be special rain

Iris Well

Slice me another onion,
find a way into my eyes.
Slice all the old unions,
and I'll have a valid disguise.
I'll blame it on your knife and blade,
and the onion cutting smell,
that way I'll keep myself hidden and safe,
behind my iris well.

Oath of Scars and Holes

We tried to become brothers of blood,
but the distance kept us apart.
So we did something else that would matter still,
an oath that came straight from our hearts.
We swore on our connection, soul between soul,
to understand eachother's scars.
To listen whenever we fall in our holes,
trying to dig eachother's way out.
So instead of using our blood as a seal,
we took our imagination,
and made it real...
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Wrote this, to begin with, just for fun while chatting with the Raven. We were toying with the idea of becoming so called brothers in blood, and seeing as we're quite far apart we had to make a sort of, adapted version. Thanks for the oath, Raven, it meant loads.
CHEERS,
The Poet in the Jar

Only Smoke When You Are Drunk

Allright, here's the indie song I promised you.

How does it feel to taste it?
In your mouth
and on your tongue

How does it feel to see it glow
instead of you?

How does it feel to draw
that venom
down your lungs

When you know as well as I
you hate it

Things are never as good as they seem
And still we long to taste it
If we do our dreams dissolve
You get too close,
too real,
too mean

So only smoke when you are drunk
And blame it on the drinks
Only smoke when you are drunk

Only inhale, exhale, all that junk
when you are drunk
Only smoke when you are drunk

All the glamour in a pill
for you to take
The easy escape in a kill
for you to make

How does it feel when your addictions clash?
You know that you're addicted
How does it feel to be controlled?
It takes your role

When we do our dreams dissolve

So only smoke when you are drunk
and blame it on the drinks
Only smoke when you are drunk

Only smoke when you are drunk
Only exhale, inhale
When you're drunk

How does it feel to be addicted to life?

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Right, so to begin with the form of this song was quite different from what I usually write, but while typing it, it grew more and more similar to my normal style. I've tried to keep the originial aura of the lyrics while rewriting it, and still think it breathes of something a bit unusual, a bit new. Hope you'll enjoy this slow song, about being tempted, addicted, and drawn to things we know we have no business doing with - I enjoyed it a lot while writing it (singing in my car at 1 AM in the morning as it should be).

Kill And Tell

I could.
I could.
I could.
But I won't.

I'm done with screaming,
done with cries.
With contemplating
shallow lies.
And my heart goes very well,
I will do a kill and tell.

Embraces by anxiety
You'd think it was for me

I could.
I could.
I could.
But I won't.

Save my breathing
to dissolve.
Save your lecture,
let me mould.
And my heart goes very well,
I will do a kill and tell.

Embraces by naivety
You'd think they weren't for me

I could.
I could.
I could.
Oh, but I will.
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These lyrics are about forgetting your past and what you may have dwelled on. "Kill and tell" is a play on the expression "kiss and tell", here referring to how I've killed the anxiety of my past and how I'm now telling the story of it with a song. I go from talking about how I could let anxiety engulf me, but that I won't let it, to how I could let naivety engulf me, and how I plan to. Naivety, pureness, innocence. That is what shields us from being wounded in life. Even if you stray from it for a long time you might allow yourself to move on, be happy again, if you embrace them. I don't wanna be sceptic anymore. Anticipate being hurt cause that's what mostly happens. I wanna just sway here, in the moment, enjoying every piece of it, without having to worry about what it's gonna lead to or what it's gonna do to me. I just wanna be like a kid, a naive little kid, enjoying love and all that comes along with it without ever having to think about the consequences.
And I will.

Meaning Of Sweet

Sweet as your heart, sweet as your soul
Sweet as your life and all of your goals
Sweet as yourself, sweet as your hell
Meaning that sweet isn't tender at all

Taste on my tongue,
nowhere to run
Set me on fire,
the game has begun
Watching the flames
come and take me away
The salter the taste,
the quicker the pace

Sweet as your heart, sweet as your soul
Sweet as your life and all of your goals
Sweet as yourself, sweet as your hell
Meaning that sweet isn't tender at all

Taste on my lips,
bitter but sweet
As your fingertips
put their curse on me
Watching the rain
come drowning the flames
and taking my dreams
along down the drain

Sweet as your heart, sweet as your soul
Sweet as your life and all of your goals
Sweet as yourself, sweet as your hell
Meaning that sweet isn't tender at all

Taste of a life
that might have been ours
Only that teaser's
within our power
Only to taste
but never to eat
Going to haste,
we're going to waste

Sweet as your heart, sweet as your soul
Sweet as your life and all of your goals
Sweet as yourself, sweet as your hell
Meaning that sweet isn't tender at all

Keeping Secrets

The things I tell you now
You'll keep to yourself
Won't you?

The secrets you know now
You'll put on that shelf
Won't you?

I trust you enough to confide in you,
To take all my feelings and hide in you,

The things I tell you now
You won't tell
Would you?

I may have a bad record
When it comes to keeping secrets
And still you trust me
Now don't you?

The things you tell me now
I'll keep to myself
Won't I?

The secrets I know now
I'll keep to myself
Won't I?

So please would you stay within my reach,
Stay where those ugly lies won't breach,
Where we'll keep secrets
To ourselves
Won't we?

Naivete's Flare

If you got some faith,

would you lend me a share?

Waste maybe a second on a secular prayer?

Or am I too sinful and blind from despair

to earn just a mouthful

of naivete's flare?

You be the judge of what you can spare

You might not wanna trust it

in an atheist's care

And if faith could be traded

I guess it wouldn't be fair

Still, since I'm asking,

it might be worth to bear,

and a bit of faith if anything

could wake me up from this nightmare.

Paradise Shows

Where is my paradise
Nothing here but shadows
Where is my paradise
Nothing here of the tale you told
None of that paradise shows

Round room soaked in darkness
Your eyes not yet adjusted
Round room full of dead ends
And no doors

Round room where you lie now
Your body not adapted
Round room the cold is endless
on the floor

Where is my paradise
Nothing here but shadows
Where is my paradise
Nothing here of the tale you told
None of that paradise shows

Round room when I'm adjusted
My eyes pierce through the dark
And somewhere I can see contours
of light

Round room when I've adapted
Dead ends all leave a mark
A hint to where to look some more
for light

Where is my paradise
Nothing here but shadows
Where is my paradise
Nothing here of the tale you told
None of that paradise shows

Gone are the pages of my life
But dead ends might just help you out at times
Maybe when there is no simple way out
The way out will find you simple and right

Where is my paradise
Nothing here but shadows
Where is my paradise
Victimized, crystallized
None of that paradise shows

I'm too old for shows

Only Fair

If it's okay for you to dream,
and you've learnt your way in life
Why couldn't I?
Why shouldn't I?

If you know what freedom means,
and you live with it in mind
Why couldn't I?
Why shouldn't I?

It's only fair that I get my share
And align with my ideals
And if I never make it there,
I'm sure it's still better than here

If you can guide yourself to truth,
so lies won't come around at you
Why couldn't I?
Why shouldn't I?

If you can choose,
then why can't I?

It's only fair that I get my share
And align with my ideals
And if I never make it there,
I'm sure it's still better than here

Should I ever make it there
I might finally know who I am
And if I ever get even half my share
I'll split it with you if I can

It's only fair that I get my share
And align with my ideals
And should I never make it there
I'm sure it's still better than here
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I wrote this just now, result of the usual, mad creativity rush that always strikes me at midnight...

I'm No Hero

How could I have known
where all this would take us?
How am I supposed
to be the hero, to bless us?
I'm not the one to save us
I'm no hero

And you wonder
If a second or two would'ave made the difference
And you ask yourself
Could I have made it in time to help
But it varies
You never know where to find the answer
Would you see it?
And if you did would you seize it?

How could I have known
where all this would take us?
How am I supposed
to be the hero, to bless us?
I'm not the one to save us
I'm no hero

Now the time's here
Time to teach myself what I treasure
And forget the things
That add to my aches
Aint been taught to fly
A wingless bird like me will drop
If ever I got the chance to try

How could I have known
where all this would take us?
How am I supposed
to be the hero, to bless us?
I'm not the one to save us
I'm no hero, can't free us,
I'm not the one to salvate us,
No hero, look away from me,
You won't find a halo above of me,
I'm no hero, what you expect of me
Is unreasonably
Too high a hope