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Smoke and Knives
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- Profile created: March 2008
- Me, Myself, and I
- Some of you may know me as the guy who writes poetry with no emotion used whatsoever and then criticizes others for putting their heart into their poems and talking about trivial things like crushes and fake depression while they write. They seem to think that I dont respect their right to emotion. I do. I just think that the flow and rhythm they use works better as a song. This is the place that I put all the ideas I have that are two simple to work as a poem. I cant sing well, but I am getting lessons so my music will seem more appealling. However, unlike poetry, where some clinical skill is required, I would say that music is the one place where the feeling rather than the ability is what counts.
The first set I am going to put up is a group of acoustic lullabies that I wrote over a period of about a year and a half. I had others up here before, but, to put it mildly, they were shit. So here is Smoke and Knives and Lullabies. Enjoy it.
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Sorry I havent got anything up recently, a combination of writers block and a broken computer...but I have three or four that I think are nearly ready, and they maybe up soon for the eagerly awaiting masses of two, or maybe by the time they actually get up, three people who have been on this page...
One is called stir crazy, and is one that I think is fucking creepy, and considering I wrote it thats kind of saying something. The tune is similar to a bad acoustic Metallica song, only if they were scared of people watching them, while the lyrics come in part from my nearly coming close to a complete nervous breakdown, and a period when I spoke to no-one for three or four days...
There's another called SALE!SALE!SALE!, which sounds a bit like the sort of thing Johnny Cash would have written if he had been off his face on manky acid, inspired by seeing a girl getting groped at a party as she passed out, and a closing down sale in a supermarket. Fucking banal, isnt it? And I mean FUKCING USELESS.
What else...theres one called Gaslights, about being scared of pretty much everyhting, and having one person who you rely on, even though they are no fucking use to you whatsoever...I wrote it a few years ago, back when i wanted to be Kurt cofuckingbain, but when i found the lyric sheet that i wtrote, it was actually alright...not good, just alright...
so give me a while to start working on getting them up, my computers fucked, so itl be a while...
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Right, I have uploaded rough takes on four of the songs that recording is finished with. There are a few others that I havent finished recording yet, and one or two that I havent finished writing, but these are the few that I have (hopefully) satisfactory versions up.
A Rainbow at Night-Time
A song about the whole idea of trying to reach something you cant get. A song for all the desperate losers who cant achieve their dreams. The title comes from a book called Sympathy Between Humans which features the line "a love which was amazing, but also impossible, like a rainbow at night-time"
A song written for an ex-girlfriend by me when she drunkenly confessed that she didnt think I was good enough for her, but that she was staying with me anyway. Musically, a homage to Radioheads beautiful Faust Arp.
Origionally entitled A Rabbit in the Headlights, this song attempts to write a volume of bile and bitterness over the most beautiful music I could muster. My current favourite of my battery of songs, this is also one of the oldest pieces here, and the one that took the most lyrical evolutions.
A simple tune of three or four chords, and an attempt at a slightly Nirvanaesque tune, but with less oblique lyrics, the chorus came after hearing some of the Wall of Sound pieces, which seem to hit the listener with force. The lyrics are about trying to patch together something irreparable.
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