I started this one in the summer of ’95, when I was sitting in my apartment when the outside was sunny and bright, when all the colors seem to just come alive.

This one feels like a power ballad, though I hope it won’t be quite as corny and bombastic as the worse entries into that category.   This one can still use tweaks — the lyrics has a couple of spots where I cringe, and the demo, yes, very cringe-inducing.  But it’s a good song, so I am sure it will get finished.

The recording below is a raw, bare-bone demo.

Aristotle's Hope: Violent Emotion

 

Sitting alone in my closeted room
And watch the world outside blossom in color
Think of all the times I locked you out
Trying to reach out to all the flowers

It’s gone
So I sail into the depth
And miss all your tones

When I think about you
And all the world I left outside of me
When the green is greener and the flowers show your smile
I cry for all the world that’s locked inside of me

The rose that lived beside my bed
Just bowed her head to the sun
She will never have to follow me, no more
‘Cause she will be there playing in the sun

She’s gone
So I say my prayer for the rose
And miss all your tones

When I think about you
And all the world I left outside of me
When the green is greener and the flowers show your smile
I cry for all the world that’s locked inside of me

I never knew that missing you
Was such a violent emotion