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Musical interlude.
Apr. 7th, 2012 12:47 amSo I write songs & poetry only infrequently – as I once stated in a song I wrote, about once every two years.
Still, I've written some halfway decent things, I think. The complete list of lyrics I want to confess to writing is here, although there are far more buried in the recesses of my journal that I'd just as soon forget, and some things I'd like to show you but cannot find. Lord knows how much is only written longhand and buried in a cabinet. The most recent two songs I linked actually have audio tracks of me singing a capella into my cellphone, outside on a windy day! And of my other songs, some actually have guitar chords and one has a piano track, but I will NEVER find any of the accompaniment again, I promise. Alas.
But yeah, anyway, it's been about two years since I wrote a song, and apparently my brain thinks it's time again. I've got partial lyrics for what look like two very different pieces.
Presented without further comment, here they are:
Breathing in the darkness
we're dreaming and we're artless
we'll never feel alone
the moment holds you close
breathing in the darkness
and
all your problems
have you in common
occam's razor
isn't slicing in your favor
Thoughts?
Someday I will actually have enough material to cut an album or something. I mean, I actually have more than enough, but most of it is terrible. I already have an album name all picked out, a remnant from my time in various bands so amateurish none of them ever performed ( The Saguaro Lowriders; Angel Dolls, and Hazardous Material being those bands – punk, goth, and punk, respectively). Hazardous Material would actually be the album name, because of the pun contained in the abbreviation. None of my bandmates ever guessed why I insisted we call ourselves that.
Still, I've written some halfway decent things, I think. The complete list of lyrics I want to confess to writing is here, although there are far more buried in the recesses of my journal that I'd just as soon forget, and some things I'd like to show you but cannot find. Lord knows how much is only written longhand and buried in a cabinet. The most recent two songs I linked actually have audio tracks of me singing a capella into my cellphone, outside on a windy day! And of my other songs, some actually have guitar chords and one has a piano track, but I will NEVER find any of the accompaniment again, I promise. Alas.
But yeah, anyway, it's been about two years since I wrote a song, and apparently my brain thinks it's time again. I've got partial lyrics for what look like two very different pieces.
Presented without further comment, here they are:
Breathing in the darkness
we're dreaming and we're artless
we'll never feel alone
the moment holds you close
breathing in the darkness
and
all your problems
have you in common
occam's razor
isn't slicing in your favor
Thoughts?
Someday I will actually have enough material to cut an album or something. I mean, I actually have more than enough, but most of it is terrible. I already have an album name all picked out, a remnant from my time in various bands so amateurish none of them ever performed ( The Saguaro Lowriders; Angel Dolls, and Hazardous Material being those bands – punk, goth, and punk, respectively). Hazardous Material would actually be the album name, because of the pun contained in the abbreviation. None of my bandmates ever guessed why I insisted we call ourselves that.
