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Presenting my voiceover singing demo (animation-centric) including a concluding whistle track, which may peak your interest!  I have an exceptionally tuned whistle that may serve well for your cute lil' winged character!  Would love to be involved either way, so let me know if you'd like to connect.  Thanks!


All the best,


Joey Singer

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went all out with the weird on this one 

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I found this poem and thought it deserved to be heard.

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bg vox ideas, video to follow. 

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This is a song I recorded with my friend Hunter Grey. The song is about chasing your dreams and relating to the stars. I imaged lying down in a grassy field and staring up at the stars while listening to this song.

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Boxsets, I'm sorry it took so long. Better late than never. This will hopefully suffice, can't remember how to upload stems..

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I was inspired by wirrow's feature of the Matthew Lister/Tyrann0s remix and the suggestion of some lyrics to go with it.  I had a look at the Sakura folk song but wanted to come up with something different, based on a bit of melody I had when I first heard this remix.  Searching for a tale featuring the cherry blossom tree, I found this chilling ghost story from Richard Gordon Smith's "Ancient Tales and Folk-lore of Japan" (cited below) and used it for the basis of this song. 


 


I cry


Tears turn scarlet


Blood of my own kind


All i ever wanted



Shame in a snowstorm


Petals on my bed


Dark wood is casting


A shadow overhead



They say that if you visit dead trees in the dark


Especially the one in the centre of the park


You can hear the voices of long dead folk


Begging for atonement, fading like smoke



Pleas from the man selling teas to the crowd


Shielding the sacred tree he had vowed


To protect, standing in the way of the sword


Gave up his life for his honour and his word



The man with the sword never meant him to die


Never meant for his wife to come out at the cries


Of the tea man dying watch the swordsman flee


All for the blossom of the Hirano tree



And that was not the only life to fall by the tree


Before it was over there would be three


One body clung, one body hung,


Another was the father of a killer on the run



The tea man's wife felt she lost her soul


The death of her husband  took its toll


Rope from the stables the horse ran free


She tested the strength of the branch of the tree



The swordsman meanwhile has cleaned his blade


All the while haunted by the bed he's made


Safe at the home of his father at last


Time to recover and forget the past



But word comes quick that the deed isn't done


Ghosts are reported to be stalking some,


Unfinished business the killer returns


Back to the tree where the cursed heart burns



The swordsman finds that the tree has died


But visions of blossoms seem to deride


He takes out his sword and in desperate strokes


Slashes the flesh of the dead tree's ghost



But even a tree so rare doesn't bleed


The killer sees red on his sword and his sleeves


Blinded by the ghosts  his senses bound


His father who had followed him, dead on the ground



The killer later turned his sword on himself


One last death to deliver him from hell


But you can't run away from what evil brings


Late in the night you can hear him sing:



I cry


Tears turn scarlet


Blood of my own kind


All I ever wanted


Shame in a snowstorm


Petals on my bed


Dark wood is casting


A shadow overhead

[Based on the Japanese Folk Tale "The 'Jirohei' Cherry Tree" as told in "Ancient Tales and Folk-lore of Japan" by Richard Gordon Smith (1918) as viewed here: http://www.sacred-texts.com/shi/atfj/atfj50.htm]


[Poem Every Day - Day 15 - April 15, 2014]

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I have a bit of a cold


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2 hearts shot from cannons



colliding in midair



the crowd applauds



then goes home



we're still there

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