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“Change A Mind” bassline concept

The concept bassline for a song I’m writing. The lyrics for “Change A Mnd” I already posted but might change some to fit the song, once it’s more finished :D It’s recorded kinda quiet because my husband was sleeping nearby, so you may need to turn it up.

Whatcha think so far?

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Diary of Dissonance: I Guess That's Why She's Alone

diary-of-dissonance:

written by D.

Being true comes natural, but also it attacks.
She thinks that she has many friends, but no one calls her back.
Maybe she just thinks too much and needs to learn to chat.
She believes that, if she plays along, they all would call her bluff.

Would you like her more if she were superficial?
If she learned to nod and smile?
Would you like her more if she were less obstinate?
The one to make the parties wild?

She’s told that, if she’d like more friends, she must learn to relate.
But the only way that’s possible is if she becomes fake.
She must learn to speak of frivolous things, and never to debate.
She must deny her instincts. Heedless, she must be.

If she could, she would. She’d ignore all philosophy.
She’d carve herself a brand new frame.
But she finds it hard to pretend she’s someone else,
and just roll with the game.

Maybe that’s why no one phones.
Maybe that’s why she’s alone.

She feels they all just humor her.
Good friends are far and few.
Maybe she would be content,
were she a social bird like you.
But there’s more important things to her
than parties, jokes and booze.
But if she wants to find some happiness,
she must find a balance in this too.

Would you like her more if she were fun and fictional?
And learned to nod and smile?
Would you like her more if she would just capitulate?
And spoke more like a child?
Would you like her more, if she could be a party girl?
And could take shots like a fool?
Well, I guess her role is as lone savant,
Because she’s nothing close to you.

Would you like her more if she was more conventional?
And never drew the line?
Would you like her more if she was unmethodical?
And carefree all the time?
Would you like her more if she were more submissive?
And dropped her good ‘ole guns?
If she kept quiet who she really is?
And just learned to have fun?

I guess that’s why I’m …*sigh* … . . why she’s alone.
No one who knows her really knows her
I guess that’s why she’s alone.

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~written by D. ~ Stayed shut away for so long today. The sunshine wasn’t warming me. I lied down and decided not to feel, and that’s when I felt it the most. That nagging fear, that gut-wrenching grief. The things you’d deny you believe. The thoughts that eat at your sleep. The dreams you’d rather not dream. The fury that urges the bleed. So I lie awake and dream of sleep.

~written by D. ~

Stayed shut away for so long today.
The sunshine wasn’t warming me.
I lied down and decided not to feel,
and that’s when I felt it the most.

That nagging fear, that gut-wrenching grief.
The things you’d deny you believe.
The thoughts that eat at your sleep.
The dreams you’d rather not dream.
The fury that urges the bleed.

So I lie awake and dream of sleep.

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