Inspired by a soundtrack compilation that cerebis set up, I am going to rustle up an ongoing collection of some of "the embarrassment of riches" (I love that quote! thx cerebis!) of music found here on hitRECord, that I listen to while writing, driving, etc.
I am very much a "write the scene of the music that I hear" type of person. The mood I'm already in, coupled by the interpreted mood of the music, can produce all sorts of stuff-- I call it the movie projector inside my head. Sometimes all I do is loop music, so that a particular mood might stay in place.
This is the music that dares to be repeated :-)
i cut up bits of megan's beautiful song. i have a complicated relationship with these 4 chords.
its 64bpm [or 128]
listened to lizzienrose's record and could not get it out of my head. picked up a few instruments (viola, drums, glockenspiel, etc) and had a little fun.
gwen's loop of lala's and breathing is the most amazing record ive heard on this website. i'll definitely be making more things out of this.
the title is my nod to the wonderful sparklehorse. "it's a sad and beautiful life" r.i.p
we can be star-ways upside down-ways any way you like
we see moons n suns where others see the city lights
i know you like the fear, ive seen your eyes light up
when theres a human sacrifice
i know you like to panic and ring the alarms
but we are superloving creatures and we mean you no harm
you're never alone you know
it's a wonderful life
Changed the name. FINALLY finished with it... might add in the latin text to the choir later, but we'll see. Here's the latin text with the english translation below it.
Ingemisco, tamquam reus: Preces meae non sunt dignae, Quid sum miser tunc dicturus? quem patronum rogaturus, cum vix justus sit securus? Juste judex ultionis, donum fac remissionis ante diem rationis. Confutatis maledictis, flammis acribus addictis, voca me cum benedictus Qui Mariam absolvisti, et latronem exaudisti, mihi quoque spem dedisti. Oro supplex et acclinis, cor contritum quasi cinis, gere curam mei finis. I moan as one who is guilty:
culpa rubet vultus meus;
supplicanti parce, Deus.
sed tu, bonus, fac benigne,
ne perenni cremer igne.
owning my shame with a red face;
suppliant before you, Lord.
Ingemisco, tamquam reus:
Preces meae non sunt dignae,
Quid sum miser tunc dicturus?
quem patronum rogaturus,
cum vix justus sit securus?
Juste judex ultionis,
donum fac remissionis
ante diem rationis.
flammis acribus addictis,
voca me cum benedictus
Qui Mariam absolvisti,
et latronem exaudisti,
mihi quoque spem dedisti.
Oro supplex et acclinis,
cor contritum quasi cinis,
gere curam mei finis.
I moan as one who is guilty:
My prayers are unworthy,
but, good Lord, have mercy,
and rescue me from eternal fire.
What shall a wretch like me say?
Who shall intercede for me,
when the just ones need mercy?
Righteous judge of vengeance,
grant me the gift of absolution
before the day of retribution.
When the accused are confounded,
and doomed to flames of woe,
call me among the blessed.
You, who absolved Mary,
and listened to the thief,
give me hope also.
I kneel with submissive heart,
my contrition is like ashes,
help me in my final condition.
Some challenge by fuller-crispy to make a silly tune for a silly video.
you crouch below the doorway to fit
you nod as the drivel rolls off the tongue
the clock flutters with disbelief - you believe it
Since this is one of my favourite music tracks on this website, I thought I'd recreate it using many other instruments other than the piano. Do check out the original version By Megan Carnes http://v4.hitrecord.org/records/156937
A theme of running away to go with naturenerd's awesome portrait of the idea of running away. Hoping these ideas would be used in something. http://v4.hitrecord.org/records/315030
Second track off of 'Spilt Milk'. Have at it!
Nothing like a good ol' beating
to make a proper fool out of me
I've taken a torch to everything i own
and shamed my family.
I keep a will in my back pocket.
Another one is tucked in my boot.
And if you're lucky enough to see me coming,
don't hesitate before you shoot.
But I'm gonna go to church on sunday.
Make a proper fool out of me.
Lord, let me make it to sunday.
To wash all of my sins clean.
I'm gonna disappear in the evening.
Take flight before the sun bleeds.
And don't ask the sky for no reason,
or shake me down by my trail of rosary beads.
There's nothing you can pray I aint prayed for
nothing you can say I aint heard
no morning I don't wake up shaking
God damn I hate that mocking bird.
But I'm gonna go to church on Sunday
-make a proper fool out of me.
Lord, let me make it to Sunday
to wash all of my sins clean.
New vocals, added piano and backing vox. Lyrics: Your mask fell down today New skin burnt with change Do you think that changes are worthwhile? Featherlight coccoon eyes Caterpillar sunrise With an elephant tusk smile Your mask fell down today Torn by things that I couldn't say Do you think that you'll never change? Do you? Do you now? Slide back and breathe slow Soon your sense of loss will go Was it just your pride that you kept?
This music was written in November, 2010. My words were written sometime around then, and I later put them with the music. The drums are the oldest, having been created almost a year before then, bounced from an old demo. Synth parts were added December, 2010. I added my own vocals overthe first part and chorus.
The last part to be added was Aszarkowski's vocals, which were a VO of a poem by Metaphorest. I liked the vocals, and in finding the key, happily discovered that it more-or-less matched my song, so after some snip-snips and time-adjusting, I did my best to fit it into this piece of music, which (in my opinion) worked out pretty well :)
I added a small "intro" - just because.
I felt another "gap" open if anyone wants to add to it. Still work-in-progress.
I hope you like it.
Warm thanks to Aszarkowski's beautiful voice and Metaphorest's beautiful words for filling my pages with color <3
I am under your pressure.
Wild-eyed and careless,
I've done enough to trouble the peace built between us.
Unannounced and instant,
As plates would below the earth.
I ask for no pardon, I ask for no favor,
Unable to surrender in this evr-constant warfare.
Though the trenches are flooded,
The letters are scattered about,
And one man alone must walk across the bones.
Long gone from home.
Unlock the doors and blow the windows open,
Stop the clocks and leave no truth unspoken
Although when living true you may feel lost
A thousand times, the prize is worth the cost
Let down the walls and drop all the pretences
Dismantle the trapdoors and barbed (wire) fences
Invite the good, the bad, the beauty in
Through once thick skin, now beautifully thin
Long gone from home.
Vocals (mine), sampled vocals (alyssa), acoustic guitar and synths - recorded, arranged and mixed via Ableton Live Lite (v.8), programmed drums via v.6
This is the first song I am putting into the 52 RECords album; I hope it's a good start to what I hope to be a fantastic year of many RECords. That being said, I'll still be putting out RECords that may not fall into this album, but we shall see.
Here goes nothing.
no one knows just where she haunts//we hear her moans even when she's not around//no one knows just how she died//weeds overgrown attempt to hide her withered body//everyone wants her to come home everyone knows she's all alone in the wood//calling out against sins long past she only exists in shadows cast by her heart
Originally recorded on 10/9/09. No lyrics/melody. Recently remixed it with my updated Ableton.
Acoustic guitar (recorded live with pickup that attaches to soundhole, through a PolyPhone amplifier.), programmed drums, tamborine & synths.
Recorded at HotDang! Studios, Laguna Hills, CA. via Ableton Live Lite (v.6) - remixed via v.8
All instrumentation, programming and arrangement by me.
Nonsense is truth is nonsense is truth is nonsense is truth is nonsense is
So very long ago
Memories came and went
Fairytales from here and far
Again and again
Under the light of crystal eyes
Say we’ll be together again
Say what you will I’ll see you again
So far away from yesterday
Oceans filled with sand and stone
The weight sinks you in again and again
Under the pale blue sky
Let go my friends and begin again
Say what you will
I’ll see you again
By Marc Vitticore
Added violin, mandolin, vocals, and some MIDI instruments to Sing's awesome song. I hope you like it!