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I came across this song by Darksun48 and fell in Love with it (http://www.macjams.com/song/24057) originally called UNSAID. I was looking for something to RAWK on (versus most of my weird crooning stuff I have been posting lately) and this one just HIT ME. My version is called "RAGE". As usual, I had some mixing issues trying to get the vocals not to sound so loud without losing the integrity of the grittiness of the sound I was going for ... but I think they might still be peaking somewhat into the dangerous RED ZONE now and again - but I wanted to post it anyway to see what you all thought. Darksun48 has not heard my version yet.
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Lyrics
I feel a little knot of fear
Deep inside my chest
Slowly growing larger
When I stop to rest
Time to think of all the things
Time to turn the page
Bring them to the surface
Turn this fear to rage
I want someone to prop me up
No one wants the job
Everyone is hurting
One big angry mob
I get in my car and I drive
No solace there
People shouting – tires screeching
Horns begin to blare
Maybe at the checkout stand
There’s a girl who looks nice
What a bitch – I hate her guts
Her voice is full of ice
What a joke
I hate my life
I wanna turn this fear to rage
Turn this fear to rage
Maybe I’ll have a drink
And then I won’t care
Whether or not I look good
Or what to do with my hair
Turn this fear to rage
Turn this fear to rage
It’s easier to hate myself
It’s easier to feel rage
I must behave myself
I must be careful
Or they’ll put me in a cage
If I don’t control my fear
By letting it turn into rage
Oh wanting to explode from me
The battle I must wage
Don’t turn this fear to rage
Deep inside my chest
Slowly growing larger
When I stop to rest
Time to think of all the things
Time to turn the page
Bring them to the surface
Turn this fear to rage
I want someone to prop me up
No one wants the job
Everyone is hurting
One big angry mob
I get in my car and I drive
No solace there
People shouting – tires screeching
Horns begin to blare
Maybe at the checkout stand
There’s a girl who looks nice
What a bitch – I hate her guts
Her voice is full of ice
What a joke
I hate my life
I wanna turn this fear to rage
Turn this fear to rage
Maybe I’ll have a drink
And then I won’t care
Whether or not I look good
Or what to do with my hair
Turn this fear to rage
Turn this fear to rage
It’s easier to hate myself
It’s easier to feel rage
I must behave myself
I must be careful
Or they’ll put me in a cage
If I don’t control my fear
By letting it turn into rage
Oh wanting to explode from me
The battle I must wage
Don’t turn this fear to rage




































DOCTORBIZARRE
This song cut a hole in my soul! It's pretty raspy. D-Allanah! Totally Rock N Roll! Scream it out sista sledge love monkey hot tuna anaggle fish mcgoo!