Lyrics by Enariom

[Enariom]

I'm bored out of my wits, so I figured I'd post some of my lyrics on wotism.
Please bear in mind when you read this that without the music, the lyrics arn't really complete. When I make songs, I ususally start with the chords and the melody before I make the lyrics. That's why most of the texts are so short: There's a lot of playing going on between the lines :p

I'll start with the first song I ever recorded on my computer (ain't technology grand?)

Going Down

I’m going down
Going down in flames
Like a phoenix
I’ll rise from the ashes

Cause that’s the way
That’s the way I like it
To live and die
Hello goodbye
More than once

I won’t stay down
In burning eternity
The human mind
One of a kind
That’s what I possess

[Enariom]

This song, I wrote for a good friend of mine, when he was feeling a bit down because of his ex...

To My Mentally Healthy Friend


Sorry, If I offend you.
I really don’t mean to.
Sorry, but I speak my mind
I really have way to much time
On my hands

Going down that road again
Feeling sorry for my friend
I can’t help him, he’s too deep in
The thing they call love
I mean; what can I do?
I feel sorry for me too!
What he has, I’ll never have
He really should be glad
He’s found somebody to be sad about

To explain what I am going through
I need some help from you
I have to put myself up against your situation
I’ve never felt like that about
anyone before, like you do, about her
When he broke up
I wasn’t really feeling low
I was just going with the flow

Sorry, If I offend you.
I really don’t mean to.
Sorry, but I speak my mind
I probably have too much time
On my hands

[Enariom]

Another one...



Sad And Angry


Drop me from a building a 100 feet tall
Nothing less could break my fall
From your graze
Hammer my hands with wooden nails
Crucify me, and I’ll prevail
But don’t cry

Another confrontation
Another slip of the tongue
Wake up and smell the coffee
This song has already been sung

Look at me like I’m your killer
Be frightened like in a Hitchcock-thriller
But don’t cry
Ignore me like a burned out flame
Shout at me and curse my name
But don’t cry

Am I a selfish bastard,
not standing to see you weep?
Why can’t you just offend me,
slap my face and call me creep?

Drop this love, it’s much too late.
Move along, and you’ll be great
But don’t cry
Tell yourself you’ll be fine
Realize you’re no longer mine
And then cry.
Alone

[Enariom]

They just keep on coming...

Every Time


I just can’t seem to make a happy song
Every time I try I get it wrong
Must be depression playing with my head

Every song I’ve made so far is blue
That’s no way to become a star, that’s true
But what can a girl do?

Cause:

Every time I sing about you
I seem to activate my depressive genes
Every time I talk about you
I get this shaky feeling inside

It’s gonna take a lot of alone-time
To cope with this
I’m not a social person by nature
I’ll hide if you wish

This is a sad song
About a sad thing
I’m feeling blue today like every day

Cause:

Every time I sing about you
I seem to activate my depressive genes
Every time I talk about you
I get this shaky feeling inside

[Enariom]

Didn’t see this coming.

I’ve imagined this many times
I never really believed it would come to be
What am I to do, to say?
To which direction should I see?

I’m in a confusing state of mind
A place in my head, I’d rather not visit
Should I be harsh, should I be kind
Should I simply just ignore it?

A short time-out, just a little break
Understand; these news, are hard to take
I’ll need some time; don’t make me choose!
Suddenly my life’s a fizzing fuse

I plea from the center of my belly
“Another time another place”
I feel my brain and legs turn to jelly
I’m sweating from the lack of space

Will I say “him” will I say “her”?
A face of crystal or eyes of steel?
Will the burden be too much to bear?
Will my heart be broken under faith’s hard heel?

A short time-out, just a little break
Understand; these news, are hard to take
I’ll need some time; Don't make me choose!
Suddenly my life’s a fizzing fuse

[Enariom]

The Pub of Life

In a secret town there is a pub
Where the folks tell each other stories,
Not by talking, but by singing
They share everything from joys to worries

There’s an über-band that knows all the chords
They rig up every night
They’re made up by random town-folks
You should see them play; it’s quite a sight

When you grab the mike, and start to howl
The people watch you; fascinated
As the song progresses you can hear them shout
Even small matters make them aggravated

One sang of love; the crowd responded;
“Sing louder friend! We feel your pain”
One sang of madness; the people wept;
“Come join us here; we’ll keep you sane!”

Generation-gaps means nothing there
They’re all students of life
The music keeps them glued together
There’s really no hate nor strife

One day the pub will be gone
The crowd lessens every day
They know the music’s dying
But at late nights you can still hear me say:

In a secret town there is a pub
Where the folks tell each other stories,
Not by talking, but by singing
They share everything from joys to worries

[Allein'd'Ashan]

Theese are great, En. though i've heard a couple o'them before:p

[Enariom]

Wrote a song about Wotism :p It's a bossa :D

Enariom's Ode To Wotism

The other night we threw a party in AbsNot, lasted all night long
The things that happened there made me smile inspired me to write this song
Allein'd'Ashan was rocking and Lexi was grooving there
Miss E. was handing out Pepsis and Ten he was everywhere

Then Logain picked up his guitar and started to improvise
And Night Daughter joined in on the music and to my surprise
Jean and Jacob turned up and they started to dance, that's right!
The room was steaming, my head was beginning to feel a bit light

chorus:
Wotism got me hooked!
Spend way to much time in there!

Amelia (the hard-assed judge) was handing out avy-scores
Amby's boobie-girl made all the guy's jaws touch the floor
And in the Library, Marith was putting out books to read
And Sonic was everywhere, replying to you with super-sonic speed

Fin and Molimo were at it in the new "NEWS"-thread
While Sahje and Lan Sam were discussing the nino-bread
Tamuril and Mesaana were seducing all the men
'Cept for the "diplomat" KA3AK, he was beeing mean again

Down in Orgy, Vash and Lena crossed the line
Though everybody loved it; they apologized and all was fine
Thorbear was chatting in the Norway thread with Bakwardsman
Byrn was quoting and the Game was playing out his hand

Chorus:
Wotism got me hooked!
Spend way to much time in there!

[Allein'd'Ashan]

it's great. and funny as well:p:D:D:D

[Vashna]

Down in Orgy, Vash and Lena crossed the line[/I]
hehe. Thanks for reminding me.

good work girl :D

[Enariom]

He he he he :D I couldnt write a song about wotism and NOT include that :p ;)

[Enariom]

Retrospective

We were kings and queens, raised above sin
But when the party ended, the hang-over kicked in
Struck by a weird sort of post-traumatic stress
We foolishly decided to spend more of us, not less
Stumbling through scenery, we couldn’t make out
Then it suddenly hit me;

“It’s not really my fault, it’s not really yours
but the result nevertheless leads to regret and to remorse
We can stand up and face the facts; thus honouring the past
And maybe learn something from innocence that went by so fast”

Bereft of our foundation, we started building again
Trying to make out what really happened back then
In our effort to be happy, we skipped a few steps
And then of course we tripped over, we didn’t pass that test
Stumbling through scenery, we couldn’t make out
Then it suddenly hit me;

“It’s not really my fault, it’s not really yours
but the result nevertheless leads to regret and to remorse
We can stand up and face the facts; thus honouring the past
And maybe learn something from innocence that went by so fast”

Now; we try to think twice, before we jump on that ride
Little things that used to bug us, we now both let slide
Life seams conclusive, we’ve reached that certain spot
Where we take some steps backwards to view the whole plot
Sneaking through that minefield, afraid it will blow
And suddenly hit me;

“It’s not really my fault, it’s not really yours
but the result nevertheless leads to regret and to remorse
We can stand up and face the facts; thus honouring the past
And maybe learn something from innocence that went by so fast”