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Terve! Pistän kaksi sanoitusta vertailuun. Mitä ajatuksia herättävät teissä? Miten ne suhtautuvat toisiinsa? Kumpi herättää teissä enemmän ajatuksia? Entä uusia, täysin omia ajatuksia? Miten luulisitte tai tiedätte näiden toimivan musiikin kanssa? Mikä on biisien tahtilaji, entä tempo?
 
Mistä nämä kertovat? Mikä on "loppuratkaisu", jos sellaista on? Onko draaman kaarta, entä tarinaa/juonta? Toimivatko sääntöjen mukaan?
 
Itse asiassa en tiedä, kuka henkilö varsinaisesti on nämä lyriikat tehnyt. Y.Malmsteen itse? Maynard James Keenan?
 
Olkaa hyvä:

 
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Yngwie Malmsteen - Save Our Love
(written by: Yngwie Malmsteen)

From the album "Eclipse"

Once we were one
Now we're worlds apart
Deep inside you know you are my other heart
My memories seem like yesterday
Can't believe it's all so far away
All these years
All our tears
Still we sing the same old song
Let's make right all that went wrong
There's no beginning there's no end
There is no reason to pretend
Crying from help from above
We've got to save our love
You said to me
That we hold the key
Eternal love we give and take
It was meant to be
My love for you
Was always true
Still we sing the same old song
Let's make right all that went wrong
There's no beginning there's no end
There is no reason to pretend
Crying from help from above
We've got to save our love
All these years
All our tears
Still we sing the same old song
Let's make right all that went wrong
There's no beginning there's no end
There is no reason to pretend
Crying from help from above
We've got to save our love

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Tool: Schism
 
From the album "Lateralus"

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering. Fundamental differing.
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.

There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication.

Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any
Sense of compassion
Between supposed lovers/brothers