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jesterlady
- Seattle, WA
- Last Record: 2013-04-10 10:20:05 +0800
- Joined: Sep 03, 2010
- http://jesterlady.live...
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HR's giving me lots of problems right now so this will be short.
There are some really great poem's here this week. Wistful, nostalgic, morbid, dark, on love and death and time and regrets.
Take the time to read, reinvent and do some VOs.
The two songs I have here are rough but they're so beautiful. These voices will just blow you away. I beg you to add your own mix and make the songs fuller.
I love cisco's painting, the colors and lines are lovely and stimulating.
Also I have a thing for gas masks. They make me want to put them on and ask: "Are you my mummy?" Yeah...
Okay..this video is really good, guys. It's an idea that I love. Telling a story through postcards. I think a lot could be added to this and it could be a great video for us to work on together. Please check it out.
And ManWithHat...he writes well. Nuff said. ;)
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sixty thoughts must go through your brain in a second and even the loudest people must only let five come out in one minute and I bet you it’s the most quiet one’s who have the most ... |
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There is someone hanging from the old oak tree |
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I once was sweet, on a Saturday in May, 1974, but not too many times since then.
Naïve disappeared along with my favorite pink cable sweater |
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This is a brand new song I wrote about a week ago. It's usually faster and more upbeat but I decided to try it out with a lounge vibe. It's a little rough because it's new and will probably get better as I practice it more. I'd really love to add some instruments to this if anyone would be interested! :)
This came from my snooping mailman idea: http://www.hitrecord.org/records/682495/forum
Maybe this is not going to be (in) the final product. I just really want to present the story idea and the way to present it.
I was thinking they're already married. Past the honeymoon phase. But still in love. and The guy's a traveling salesman. This trip will be the longest time he's been away from her. And that's when she starts thinking about their relationship. I tried to act out how their feelings for each other are changing. As you can see, towards the end the nail polish has been chipped.
But I don't want this to be story of that tingly feeling in the relationship => to "falling out of love"
I want it to be tingly feeling => doubting => realizing what they love about each other => and then that just strengthens their love for each other because they grow up together, learn to sacrifice for each other.
bit cheesy? falling out of love themes seem cliche to me now.
details are pretty important:
with nail polish = a lady
without nail polish = a guy
i tried to make the handwritings look different but i'm not sure if i've accomplished that.
in case you couldn't read my handwriting:
Michael: Just finish packing. Gosh, this hurts.
Rachel: I miss you already. And I'm missing you way more.
Michael: stalling. Couldn't get on the cable car. Is there any way we can divide the days.
Rachel: then prisoners of alcatraz won't be able to understand.
Michael: my buckets overflowing of love.
Rachel: the clam chowder don't taste the same without you. Really missing you - Rachel
MIchael: wishing you're here with me at San Jose.
Rachel: Turned on the Tv and Full House was on. The opening song showed this and reminded me how big the hole is. Missing you so
Michael: Sending you my love from San Jose. Someday, our future house would look a tiny bit like this. Smaller fountain and maybe a maze bush. And blue roof tiles instead.
Rachel: I like compactness! The neon lights against the victorians really complements each other.
Michael: Loving you all the way from Grand Canyon. Let's bathe here someday.
Michael: If I win the lottery, I would buy this park and populate it with our kids.
Michael: Mark the date. This is where our 50th wedding anniversay will be.
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there was a young woman named Arabelle She lived on the corner of Beechnut and Shell. in a black house, crooked and bare, passersby would always stop and stare <... |
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You can't expect, cause all these things are changing like the seasons do
But then again, I shoulda known, that things won't change, won't change
When they're just me and you
I don't know why, why we couldn't make this work
When we're both two people, that lived in ways we weren't
I don't know why, I don't know why
Why It wouldn't work
I guess we knew, we only knew everything we weren't
Baby, you're beautiful
But if i know, If I know us
I know, we weren't
Baby, you're beautiful
But baby, I know we weren't
If I know us, Please believe
that I still remember
Everything we weren't
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It was autumn, and the leaves were aging sepia in my backyard when I first looked out of the window in my home office, and saw that little knot of tangled branches hanging from the plum tree, a ... |
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