
Wandering Poet
post hardcore Sweeping intricate metal guitar riffs, with thunderous Double bass pedal drums and anthemic choruses with serious verses, heavy Breakdown, slow build up, Intricate Guitar intro

Wandering Poet
post hardcore Sweeping intricate metal guitar riffs, with thunderous Double bass pedal drums and anthemic choruses with serious verses, heavy Breakdown, slow build up, Intricate Guitar intro
Lyrics
Intro
Am I a poet with a shattered dream?
OR JUST A WANDERER LOST IN BETWEEN!!!!
I see the shadows they whisper my name....
BUT I'LL KEEP WALKING IT'S ALL JUST A GAME!!!
Instrumental Intro
BREAK
GUITAR RIFF
INSTRUMENTAL
INSTRUMENTAL
Verse
When I wander all alone through city lights
Poplar fluff fills the night like fireflies
Squeaking tires on the pavement sing my tune
Midnight shadows whisper secrets to the moon
Verse 2
Do I carry burdens or just write my lines
Ink like blood flows from heart to mind
Indecision keeps me lost in tangled thoughts
Poetry's the only map I've ever sought
Chorus
Am I a dreamer or just lost in my head
Following whispers of the words unsaid
Solvin problems buried deep inside my chest
Or just wanderin round never findin rest
BREAK
GUITAR RIFF
INSTRUMENTAL
INSTRUMENTAL
Verse 3
City alleys feel alive and yet so still
Every corner offers stories
Every thrill
Lonely wanderer
I listen to their cries
Pen and paper
My companions by my side
Chorus
Am I a dreamer or just lost in my head
Following whispers of the words unsaid
Solvin problems buried deep inside my chest
Or just wanderin round never findin rest
BREAK
GUITAR RIFF
INSTRUMENTAL
INSTRUMENTAL
Bridge
Poplar fluff it dances like snow in June
Squeaking tires hum a forgotten tune
Indecision’s tug won’t let me be
In this city maze
Can I ever break free?
Outro
Am I a poet with a shattered dream?
OR JUST A WANDERER LOST IN BETWEEN!!!!
I see the shadows they whisper my name....
BUT I'LL KEEP WALKING IT'S ALL JUST A GAME!!!
long instrumental ending
slow final dialogue
[narrator reciting in a very low, rough
male voice, with power and pain]
Sometimes some people come up to me.. They're like the ghosts from my past life... "How are you?", "Where have you gone, what's wrong with you?" I answer them like an automaton. I turn on the internal answering machine:
"I'm fine,
I'm fine.
I'm fine.,
I'm fine.
I'm fine....
I'M FINE...
(I'M FINE)
I'M FINE!!!!!
(I'M FINE!!!)
I'M FINE!!!!!
(I'M FINE!!!)"
