User:JaymzSpyhunter/Music Will Eat Itself

the concept is of a dystopian world (an island, in fact) where people are injected with a chemical which renders creative thought absolutely useless. however, the chemical is not 100% and occasionally people show creativity or think outside of the box and they are sent away, never to be heard of again (this is a part of the story which is in the first song BEGINNINGS). the narrator/protagonist has this chemical as a child and then becomes a drone like the rest but the chemical slowly wears off without his knowledge, and he falls in love with a girl. he writes her a love song and she tells the authorities who then try to kill him, but he escapes and runs away to a place that he had heard of which was an "underground" place where creativity was allowed and blossomed. he runs and finds a green meadow which has a yellowstone house in the middle (this is the song THE TALE OF THE HOUSE), and music coming from its doors. he goes to the door, knocks on it, and a boy who ages quickly to becoming a twenty four year old (Cam actually!) sings him a song to tell him that it is ok to come in. our protagonist goes in the house and picks up a guitar and sings with all his heart and might to a group of creative, artistic types in a room with red walls and manuscripts of books and paintings on the wall. one night (this is the song PRETEND THAT YOU ARE DEAD) they all decide to put pen to paper, so to speak, and write and draw some revolutionary songs and books and paintings to change the world. before they get a chance, the authorities are outside and the creative group is sent running. our protagonist gets shot at (this is the song THE WORK CAMP) and wakes up to find himself being ushered into a work camp by a guard. he meets a man in a suit who tells him that he must write songs that they tell him to write. if he writes a crappy song, he will die. if he writes a hit song, he will not die; but he will be forced to rewrite the hit song over and over again until his creativity is completely gone... and then he will die.

i'm not sure where it's going to go after this. i'd like him to escape somehow and return to the yellowstone house where only one person remains, a woman, and they write a revolutionary song and hijack the sound system of the city and play it loud for all to hear, which makes the world understand what is happening and rise up against the government & authorities and become free and creative thinkers...

BEGINNINGS

i knew i was different from when this all began

i was screaming get me out of here before i was even born

my first words were written on my bedroom wall

and music filled my ears and thoughts and i was on my own

but then the daily injections began

and all the thoughts i had began to melt away

by seven i was the same as all the other kids

just learning what we were told and not thinking other things

creativity was abolished after "the darwin fire"

and those who think outside the square are never heard of again

and the daily injections continued

and all the thoughts i had were gone forever

but here i am now

i'm running

with my eyes in the back of my head, seeing anything

and see me here now

i can't move

but i'm running as fast as i can away from anything

i loved a girl who loved her government more than me

and once i wrote a song about her, she told authorities

the system that brought me up tried to take me away

but i broke free of the stronghold and so i've broken away

and there's a place for me somewhere

the place where poets roam and music plays

i heard whispers about it on the streets

where the winds of creativity are like a hurricane

THE TALE OF THE HOUSE

i took a trip around around this island

ran, walked, ran, this is what I found

the dizzying scent of reality and truth

coupled with my discovery that i was not alone

there was the greenest meadow i've seen

and it contained a house built from yellowstone

sweet melodies flowed like the coolest spring

and so i knocked on the door that held my hope

is there anybody out there?

is there anybody there to save me?

please let me ask you

how long can it take somebody before they can be someone?

the boy at the door aged before my eyes

and became a man of around twenty four

he held my shoulder and sang me a song

it was the sweetest thing i've ever heard

invited in, i took off my shoes at the mat

and quietly picked up a guitar in the lounge

through music i told the people arranged there

my life story of love, loss and redemption

the walls of red were covered with manuscript

canvases of abstract landscapes

a deep glow held my attention

as i sang in the corner of that room

PRETEND THAT YOU ARE DEAD

we've had to hold ourselves down in the world

but here we are alone at night

with the glory of anything other than what we know

and we'll write it down til it's light

these words will change the face of the world

and we've got to get them right

so plug in your amp and start your revolution

and quiet!

what's that noise?

i swear they'll never catch us out (i know) if we are smart enough

just pretend that you're asleep

just pretend that you are dead

i swear they'll never catch us out (i know) if they can find us out

just pretend that you are me

i'll pretend that i am dead

ladies and gentleman, gathered here now

collectively scratch out words

we may be separate artists, music, word & film

but we'll put it together somehow

this world won't know at all what's hit them

and we've got to get it right

so face your demons and start your revolution

but quiet!

what's that noise?

i swear they're coming after us now (i know) if we are smart enough

just pretend that you aren't here

just pretend that you are dead

i swear they've finally figured us out (i know) that we can make this out

just pretend that you are me

and i'll take the fall for all of you

we are not science

and we are not romance

i'm not the underworld type

we are not talent

but we are not robots

i'm not the giving up type

i'll take the fall for all of you here

i swear on my life that i'll die for you

THE WORK CAMP

i swear to god my eyes are stinging

in the early morning light

with not a clue of where i'm being taken

or what became of us last night

the last thing i remember was on the run

the bullets stung my thighs

the world went darker than ever before

and that's about where it stops

the man with the gun awakes and shoves

his gun up in my face

"no movements or running business" he says

"or i'll take you down again"

i shake my head as i'm forced outside

through the gates of grey

this place looks like hell and satan

wears a suit in front of me

"you will write what we tell you to write,"

he says

"if it's a hit then you won't die

but you will write it again and again until you can't

and then you'll die anyway"

i think hell looks and smells a lot like Los Angeles