the carnival
PostPosted: Fri Oct 31, 2003 9:24 pm
OK. I've been asked to post a song here. It doesn't have any beat if you've never heard it, but if you have, it's not to bad. I'm interested what everyone thinks this song is about. (note: wolf, silence: you aren't eligable.)
in a wonderfull, mystical carnival
feel the magical, wimsical powerful
introspection's impossible, can't you see?
for if you despise all the lies what would be?
see the beautiful, dutiful clientel
twirling round and round cross the ground - round the well
numbness clouds the mind - all is fine in this place
but what's past the lights? all the sights? is there grace?
through the music i can see a dim shape I am
wondering where have I seen it before?
then through the mist I see a face I know I've
only seen when on my knees alone
even wonderfull, mystical can't conceal
or essaying hide - less divide - truths so real
but the question that still remains in this place
seems so out of reach though some teach love and grace
though at carnival I recall eventually
what so wonderfull, beautifull stands by me
so I turn to face my disgrace - just to find
though I felt it here yet I hear it's not mine!
now I know whom I see. this shape is inside me
yes I know where I have seen it before
and I see through His eyes. how I bought all these lies
yet His scared hand reaches out to me
from this mystical carnival I would flee
if this mystical carnival captured me
in a wonderfull, mystical carnival
feel the magical, wimsical powerful
introspection's impossible, can't you see?
for if you despise all the lies what would be?
see the beautiful, dutiful clientel
twirling round and round cross the ground - round the well
numbness clouds the mind - all is fine in this place
but what's past the lights? all the sights? is there grace?
through the music i can see a dim shape I am
wondering where have I seen it before?
then through the mist I see a face I know I've
only seen when on my knees alone
even wonderfull, mystical can't conceal
or essaying hide - less divide - truths so real
but the question that still remains in this place
seems so out of reach though some teach love and grace
though at carnival I recall eventually
what so wonderfull, beautifull stands by me
so I turn to face my disgrace - just to find
though I felt it here yet I hear it's not mine!
now I know whom I see. this shape is inside me
yes I know where I have seen it before
and I see through His eyes. how I bought all these lies
yet His scared hand reaches out to me
from this mystical carnival I would flee
if this mystical carnival captured me