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Inspired by my sister's dream of making her own zombie movie, I made this little piece of music of how I envisioned the survivors surveying the ruins before them.
Alpal is in there... somewhere... hehe.
Have fun with it.
That awkward moment when you realize you can't run away from your problems
a song i wrote for class!
for the lovely
Sometimes I just like to see what happens if I put different styles together. I wanted to see if I could create a "metal waltz" and do it all electronically. It's all a waltz until the breakdown where I switch to a 4/4 climax of blast-beats...which btw turned out to be much more difficult to reproduce without a double kick. HAHA!
A Funky Blue Groove - BPM 120
Last night I dreamt that I was a robot living with this family in a giant tower apartment thingy with huge windows in this giant futuristic city. When I was done helping out the family it was time for bed, so everyone went to sleep and I positioned myself infront of the window and went into charge mode so I could pretend to sleep. When I woke up in real life, I thought "I wonder what a robot would dream if a robot could dream."
So I wrote this song
Sung by the wonderful Metaphorest, and beautiful piano playing by Suzyrene. Todd68976 suggested that I add accordion to this lovely song, and so I did with much joy :)
just one of those days.
muzac. I'll up the files if anybody wants them...
This is my first collaboration attempt but I just loved these lyrics by smweed and played around with this tune. It's kind of rough.
Loved RJ's "Epochonus" text REC...and then I got playing with GarageBand loops...and then I had a glass of wine...and then..well, yeah.
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Rusted words on a silver plate
Served to me with a thread of fate
I'm sitting with the madness whose faces I wanted to hide
Wait in vain for the whiskey priest
He's busy choking on his mid-day yeast
I'm sweating out the Nile alone in the waiting room
Doubts and fears are relentless and loud
I'm just an outlaw in the in-law crowd
I'm trailing empty spaces waiting for somebody
Not anybody, gotta be you
High and feasting on the August spice
My fortune lies in the throw of the dice
His curled lips are smiling, putting my faith to the test
Chances shrinking in the dying light
Shadows moving in to start a fight
I feel it in a rhythm the pressure is starting to soar
Doubts and fears are relentless and loud I'm just an outlaw in the in-law crowd
I'm trailing empty spaces waiting for somebody
Not anybody, gotta be you
Dusty bones of a lover's bed
Leaking words that I left unsaid
The candlewax is dripping, my hours are falling away
My broken mouth is teasing rhymes
Poisoned heartache and a vicious crime
I'm spreading rumours, arriving late With rusted words on a silver plate.
Doubts and fears are relentless and loud I'm just an outlaw in the in-law crowd
I'm trailing empty spaces waiting for somebody
Not anybody, gotta be you
This is a touched up version of Tamquam Reus.
I'm probably going to regret posting this tomorrow without giving it time to sink in. But hey what the heck,... I wrote this song today in the view of a last person roaming on earth crying out for help. Hope this doesn't offend anyone. Lyrics:
Where am I heading in such percussion
the beat is dulling to my ears
my heart yearns for some desire
my hunger is all i fear
Oh, Hosanna
where does a lone man go from here
they always told me knowledge is power
it doesn't matter anymore
out here it's about survival
I'm making my way to the shore
oh, Hosanna
I cry out but nobody hears
oh, Hosanna
I cry out but nobody hears
I was a man without an agenda
without a barcode under my skin
so I wonder every second
why am i the one that suffers the end
oh, Hosanna
where does a lone man go from here
oh, Hosanna
where does a lone man go from here
i cry out but nobody hears
just have fun
My Happy Acapela Choir... lol
and she said slow down racecar driver are you trying to kill us both
bluegrass hangin in my mirror and we're heading for the coast
cool breeze from a summer night ocean waves gonna slow down time i betcha
worries will float away for a while
sunrise on a salty plane of blue as we make a toast
here's to you and i and may we never ever boast
seagulls fly away in pairs, gold rays gonna bleach my hair
and let your memories savor this for a while
red skin on the sunset blvd. makes it our last night
who knows what the future holds but who cares tonight
lets go back for another dip, spice it up like a slasa chip
and let our worries float away for a while
and she said slow down racecar driver are you trying to kill us both
bluegrass hangin in my mirror and we're heading for the coast
I dug out an old beginner guitar out of my closet to add to the amateur sound of the song. The strings are really dead and it's impossible to keep it in tune. So it fit this song. Here are the lryics:
when you were a girl you had no father
you had a mother that liked other girls
when you were a girl you moved around
from town to town in search of a home
and people you knew about ran off and left you
and you would run into somebody new
did you ever dream I'd ever run into you
when I was a boy i got a new dad
that married my mother and knocked us around
when i was a boy we moved to tulsa
and he moved to prison away from our town
and people i knew about change all around me
and i would run into somebody new
but i never dreamed I'd ever run into you
Can my heart be pure
give me time, I'm trying
They say if you seek
you will find, I'm trying
Oh, Take all the equations
of a cravers love for life
add them up
nothing could compare
i'd like to say
though times are rough
I'm trying
Can my thoughts be clean
like a stream, I'm trying
Can I be at peace
with myself, I'm trying
oh, even though the world
is overwhelming all my thoughts
I'm hangin on
nothing will be done
unless the world is woken up
and I'm trying
If I sound too lame
can you blame, me for trying
If I lighten up
will it stop, me from trying
Oh, shimmer in the dust appears
a golden ray of sun
though it shines
far off in the distance
it is right before your eyes
and I'm trying
Hello folks,
In finding this specific musical riff, I envisiged what I believe foxes are up to when they're not scurrying away from supposedly hearty human beings.
Despite the wet darkness and the slightly unwelcome feeling of the gardens, the fox cub catches a glimpse of the feather, drifting steadily a mere few inches above his reach. But a healthy leap will be all that's needed.
He jumps.
It was enough, and for a moment, the cub felt an incomparable softness, and with the softness, an equally strong desire. The feather wildly scattered itself lower, towards the mesmerised fox's face, until landing between his eyes. He closed them and the feeling intensified, but, within seconds, vanished as the feather was once again riding the night's gust. The fox began to sprint across the garden in search for the feather and the feeling. It was dark, but his eyes were fast and sharp, he spots the feather cutting through the dim light of a window lamp. But the cub's hopeful eyes were lost when rain fell fast and an early morning light chased the feather past the trees and into the day.
FEATURED BY: ACB
DATE: 7.9.12
COMMENTS:
Great piece by joerud! Could be a good one to use as a soundtrack to a visual piece or remixed to expand on the story.
Would love to see this one go further!
Very dope beat, Thank you Matt for the space...Kenneth Masters Is fresh.
I know I'm late... but I just like discovered Joe's song "Words We're Wailing", watching the videos from the last shows. Poignant.
Either way, I hadn't originally intended to put vocals at the beginning of this. But after one too many frustrating takes, I just ended singing to calm down. And I decided to keep it with the piano rendition that followed. Enjoy the arrangment.
Continuing my journey through unchartered musical territories...
This sort of happened by accident..when you've got one thing playing on iTunes and one thing playing in a browser.
So yeah, decided to play with it..me rapping is hilarious but oh well! ^__^
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