The Eternal Thread: TET's More Like It!

[Yumyumsuppertime]

Ahoy? is anyone else still reading this thread?

How may I be of assistance?

[Ostrovshima]

Ahoy? is anyone else still reading this thread?

How may I be of assistance?

I politely implore you to critique the rough draft of a song I'm writing to keep myself occupied.

I would like some help improving these lyrics that I made up:

It's a Saturday, at midnight, at my father's house
And my restlessness, makes me pace around.
Aimlessly drifing, not making a sound.
Bored and caged, inside my home,
With artificial light.

Spending my weekends,
not experiencing the night.
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.

As I wander my home,
my mind begins to drift.
Drifting off, into better worlds,
As my soul starts to shift.

I become detatched,
From what most perceive,
as reality.
For what is real, I claim not to know,
As I wander my home.

Spending my weekends,
not experiencing the night.
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.

My better worlds, become corrupt,
and they turn depraved.
As twisted evil consumes my soul.
I start to rant and rave.
Madness, and entropy,
They will consume us all,
And for I cannot be saved,
I will laugh at it all.

Spending my weekends,
not experiencing the night,
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.

My mind shifts it's focus,
To a friend I once knew,
A fading memory,
And a pleasant one too.
But now it clouds my judgement,
It's an obsession.
Slowly it dawns on me,
I've lived my whole life wrong.

Spending my weekends,
Not experiencing the night,
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.

I realize, that I am trapped,
deep inside my mind.
Unable to break the chains
That hold me back in life.
And so my mind drifts, once more,
And I start to cry,
The only qualia,
the Artificial Light

And so I still spend, my weekends,
not experiencing the light,
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.,

What kind of song would this be?

When I was writing it, I imagined the song itself to be soft and soothing. Something ethereal and dreamlike. Something that my mother could have sung to me as a lullaby, if the lyrics were different.

The lyrics describe a teenage boy with mental illness becoming trapped inside his mind.

[Immoren]

Ahoy? is anyone else still reading this thread?

People come, when they come.

[Yumyumsuppertime]

How may I be of assistance?

I politely implore you to critique the rough draft of a song I'm writing to keep myself occupied.

I would like some help improving these lyrics that I made up:

It's a Saturday, at midnight, at my father's house
And my restlessness, makes me pace around.
Aimlessly drifing, not making a sound.
Bored and caged, inside my home,
With artificial light.

Spending my weekends,
not experiencing the night.
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.

As I wander my home,
my mind begins to drift.
Drifting off, into better worlds,
As my soul starts to shift.

I become detatched,
From what most perceive,
as reality.
For what is real, I claim not to know,
As I wander my home.

Spending my weekends,
not experiencing the night.
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.

My better worlds, become corrupt,
and they turn depraved.
As twisted evil consumes my soul.
I start to rant and rave.
Madness, and entropy,
They will consume us all,
And for I cannot be saved,
I will laugh at it all.

Spending my weekends,
not experiencing the night,
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.

My mind shifts it's focus,
To a friend I once knew,
A fading memory,
And a pleasant one too.
But now it clouds my judgement,
It's an obsession.
Slowly it dawns on me,
I've lived my whole life wrong.

Spending my weekends,
Not experiencing the night,
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.

I realize, that I am trapped,
deep inside my mind.
Unable to break the chains
That hold me back in life.
And so my mind drifts, once more,
And I start to cry,
The only qualia,
the Artificial Light

And so I still spend, my weekends,
not experiencing the light,
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.,

When I was writing it, I imagined the song itself to be soft and soothing. Something ethereal and dreamlike. Something that my mother could have sung to me as a lullaby, if the lyrics were different.

The lyrics describe a teenage boy with mental illness becoming trapped inside his mind.

I'm sorry, I don't usually do that for any number of reasons.

EDIT: I should add that making the same request a few times in a handful of pages comes dangerously close to spamming. People will either choose to participate or not, and repeating the request will not cause them to be more likely to do so.

[Ostrovshima]

I politely implore you to critique the rough draft of a song I'm writing to keep myself occupied.

I'm sorry, I don't usually do that for any number of reasons.

EDIT: I should add that making the same request a few times in a handful of pages comes dangerously close to spamming. People will either choose to participate or not, and repeating the request will not cause them to be more likely to do so.

My apologies then. I did not realize that.

[USS Monitor]

I'm sorry, I don't usually do that for any number of reasons.

EDIT: I should add that making the same request a few times in a handful of pages comes dangerously close to spamming. People will either choose to participate or not, and repeating the request will not cause them to be more likely to do so.

My apologies then. I did not realize that.

FWIW, the lyrics don't look bad. I just didn't reply because I'm not into songwriting and had no useful advice.

[Isyrannaea]

How may I be of assistance?

I politely implore you to critique the rough draft of a song I'm writing to keep myself occupied.

I would like some help improving these lyrics that I made up:

It's a Saturday, at midnight, at my father's house
And my restlessness, makes me pace around.
Aimlessly drifing, not making a sound.
Bored and caged, inside my home,
With artificial light.

Spending my weekends,
not experiencing the night.
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.

As I wander my home,
my mind begins to drift.
Drifting off, into better worlds,
As my soul starts to shift.

I become detatched,
From what most perceive,
as reality.
For what is real, I claim not to know,
As I wander my home.

Spending my weekends,
not experiencing the night.
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.

My better worlds, become corrupt,
and they turn depraved.
As twisted evil consumes my soul.
I start to rant and rave.
Madness, and entropy,
They will consume us all,
And for I cannot be saved,
I will laugh at it all.

Spending my weekends,
not experiencing the night,
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.

My mind shifts it's focus,
To a friend I once knew,
A fading memory,
And a pleasant one too.
But now it clouds my judgement,
It's an obsession.
Slowly it dawns on me,
I've lived my whole life wrong.

Spending my weekends,
Not experiencing the night,
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.

I realize, that I am trapped,
deep inside my mind.
Unable to break the chains
That hold me back in life.
And so my mind drifts, once more,
And I start to cry,
The only qualia,
the Artificial Light

And so I still spend, my weekends,
not experiencing the light,
But rather fighting it,
With artificial light.,

When I was writing it, I imagined the song itself to be soft and soothing. Something ethereal and dreamlike. Something that my mother could have sung to me as a lullaby, if the lyrics were different.

The lyrics describe a teenage boy with mental illness becoming trapped inside his mind.

They aren't bad. What genre of music?

[Yumyumsuppertime]

I'm sorry, I don't usually do that for any number of reasons.

EDIT: I should add that making the same request a few times in a handful of pages comes dangerously close to spamming. People will either choose to participate or not, and repeating the request will not cause them to be more likely to do so.

My apologies then. I did not realize that.

It's fine, and understand that I was acting in a friendly capacity rather than an official one there.

[Immoren]

Watching Youtube videos about automation fieldbus technologies, and I wonder what sort of difference in national/cultural mentality it says when in English the fieldbus devices are referred as "master" and "slave" devices while Finnish terms for those same devices would directly translate into English as "(Farm) Host" and "farm hand/hired man".

[Isyrannaea]

Watching Youtube videos about automation fieldbus technologies, and I wonder what sort of difference in national/cultural mentality it says when in English the fieldbus devices are referred as "master" and "slave" devices while Finnish terms for those same devices would directly translate into English as "(Farm) Host" and "farm hand/hired man".

Meanwhile I am listening to 5 hrs of stoner doom metal on youtube.

[Immoren]

Watching Youtube videos about automation fieldbus technologies, and I wonder what sort of difference in national/cultural mentality it says when in English the fieldbus devices are referred as "master" and "slave" devices while Finnish terms for those same devices would directly translate into English as "(Farm) Host" and "farm hand/hired man".

Meanwhile I am listening to 5 hrs of stoner doom metal on youtube.

Perhaps I should do that too some time.

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[Isyrannaea]

Meanwhile I am listening to 5 hrs of stoner doom metal on youtube.

Perhaps I should do that too some time.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nG15GYSt8bo

[Veceria]

Watching Youtube videos about automation fieldbus technologies, and I wonder what sort of difference in national/cultural mentality it says when in English the fieldbus devices are referred as "master" and "slave" devices while Finnish terms for those same devices would directly translate into English as "(Farm) Host" and "farm hand/hired man".

New words for subs acquired.

[Isyrannaea]

I want this.

[Gallade]

My apologies then. I did not realize that.

It's fine, and understand that I was acting in a friendly capacity rather than an official one there.

T-TET maintenance?

Why I haven't seen this since... 2014 I want to say. Terrifying.

[The Grim Reaper]

It's fine, and understand that I was acting in a friendly capacity rather than an official one there.

T-TET maintenance?

Why I haven't seen this since... 2014 I want to say. Terrifying.

Would you like to borrow my safety blanket?

[Gallade]

T-TET maintenance?

Why I haven't seen this since... 2014 I want to say. Terrifying.

Would you like to borrow my safety blanket?

Grim this is what appears to be a Victorian era death veil.

[The Grim Reaper]

Would you like to borrow my safety blanket?

Grim this is what appears to be a Victorian era death veil.

I can never get to sleep without it!

[Gallade]

Grim this is what appears to be a Victorian era death veil.

I can never get to sleep without it!

It's covered in blood and what appears to be a fine coating of bone dust and caked dirt.

[Val Halla]

I don't like Chrome's update, throws me off

[The Grim Reaper]

I can never get to sleep without it!

It's covered in blood and what appears to be a fine coating of bone dust and caked dirt.

Blood? Shoot, that's the intimacy blanket. The safety blanket must be in the dryer.

[Isyrannaea]

I don't like Chrome's update, throws me off

I fucking knew something was up with it. It sucks balls.

[Vyestro]

I don't like Chrome's update, throws me off

What should I expect when I return to my PC?

[Isyrannaea]

I don't like Chrome's update, throws me off

What should I expect when I return to my PC?

Shitness. The URL text is smaller and they changed the autofill in the URL to blue.

[Vyestro]

What should I expect when I return to my PC?

Shitness. The URL text is smaller and they changed the autofill in the URL to blue.

Guess I'll have to pray for the best or use ye ole mozilla.