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Cambria Edwards
- Orange County
- Last Record: 2011-11-14 22:24:57 +0200
- Joined: Apr 02, 2011
- http://www.wix.com/cam...
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My life, my life, my life: |
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Just geeking out on languages again. To any italian speakers out there: apologies for the huge amount of mistakes I undoubtedly made. It's been a while since I did something like this
Signore e Signori
Il mondo e’ molto piu grande, e molto piu strano di quello di che ci hanno detto
Ci sono delle cose straordinarie nelle vite quotiodiane
Ci sono dei tesori negli ombri conosciuti
Ti hanno tenuto coperto,
Coperto del mondo pericoloso ed indomabile dell attuale.
Ti serviamo tutto in un piatto d’argento, impachetatto ed immacolatto
I gingilli, prodottati mitementi in massa
I caffe aziendali omnipresenti
I media elaborati, docili, autotuned, che riempono i tuoi schermi e i tuoi onde.
Ti abbiamo anestetizzato come un huxleyan soma
Con tutto l’aroma d’ordine e controllo
Anche se il disordine della tua natura anarchica batte contro la tua anima
Non saremmo mai como te.
Allora, ti riduciamo alla simplicta
Ma..hai le scintille di divinita’
Sei sposato all’infinita’
Ti faciamo temere le tue imperfezione
Ma, infatti, sono I diaminti del tuo
E sempre ti offrirano le variazione innimaginnabile
Ti hai dimenticato come sognare
Perche lo abbiamo togliato della tua lingua
Ma ci sono delle cose misteriose ed incantevole dentro di te che no si possono spiegare
E se qualcosa non puo essere spiegato razionalmente, le nostre macchine non computeranno
Ti stanno guardando, amico mio.
Sei un animale tassato
Sei un numero sul nostro schermo
E cerchi solo la sfilata pacifica dei disegni sul schermo
La melodia tranquila della ninnananna aziendale
Questo e un invito
Lascia i tuoi giornali
Spegna le tue televisione
Perche c’e una guerra per il tuo cervello
E cominci a avere paura
Ti hai dimenticato della tua vera liberta, eil il tuo potere
Dentro di te, c’e un fuoco crepitante
Che non e raffredatto per la commodiata o la paura
Un fuoco che brucia in tutto
Un fuoco che puo protrare I tuoi colleghi delle acque stagnante
E che puo reimaginare il tuo mondo, senza capo, e senza classe
Senza borse delle fondazione riche
Un mondo che non e fatto di atomi: ma di storie
Un mondo che cambia di forma con ogno sogno ad occhi aperti che interviene nella tua vita quotidiana.
E i momenti soporiferi della beatitudine creativa
Le palpitzaione bizarre con gli amanti che baci
Le strutture complesse che inventi
Le notte senza fine che tirano le stelle negli tuoi occhi
Ci sono delle traccie di luce nei sogni collettivi
C’e una sensibilita’ nelle macchine buttate
Tutto il mondo e inebriante
Tutto brucia, tutto il tempo
E sei confinato solo per le limite della tua immaginazione
Tutto il resto ti seguira’
Il mondo ti seguira’
Cosi sopra
Cosi sotto
Un paradiso nuovo
E un mondo nuovo.
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hey hey! Matt here,
This is a most random mix of some random records. After trawling through the vast realm of hitrecord I decided to make something...anything!
It started random, but has sort of turned into a quirky little piece, cnostructed with a VO from one of regularJoes regularity records to say everything...and nothing!
that's kinda the point, to not mean anything specific, but to hold meaning in abundance!
to me it's what hitrecord's all about...to you it might be different! I just had fun making it!
hope you enjoy...I sure did :)
p.s. make sure to check the resources and REmix...there's some great stuff in there :)
The rhyming creation myth by wirrow and Metaphorest. I tweaked the words just a little, and my draft of the text is resourced below. And here I recorded a reading of it. There's already been lots of great readings of this poem, and I hope there are more to come. I think it might be cool to mix a grand multitude of voices together to tell this story.
The next thing that probably ought to happen is for visual artists to start drawing specific parts. Pick a stanza you like, or even just one line and turn it into any sort of image. Maybe pretty soon we could have a bit of a storybook slideshow going, which is usually an important step in big animation projects.
mixing and mashing.
your lyrics found me in a very low-fidelity mood :) i imagine this song being played by a very sweaty band in some hole-in-the-wall bar packed wall to wall with happy drunks.
(which, i'm guessing, wasn't your original vision when you wrote those words down. whoops!)
lyrics (copied from http://www.hitrecord.org/records/363976 )
you just close your eyes and sleep
like the avereage human being
you used to be a dreamer
a cloudwalker
you used to be a prayer
a late night microwaver
funny dreams
from mix of Melatonin and caffeine
coffee with old marshmellows and
pecan praline icecream
you used to be okay
with recycled wind
and my mental decay
talking inbetween the lines
reading all your old newspapers from 1999
but you're no dreamer to me
and i'm no dreamer to you
just dreaming about driving and crashing cars
when you used to dream about me, too
you're not the dreamer i thought i knew..
i don't know where i've been
i can't recall if i'm wearing thin
i don't mind if i'm lost
i don't mind if i'm tired and frail and lost
i left a man in my wake
resented him for what he had to say
i don't mind that i'm alone
i don't mind that my heart, it carries stones
my heart, it carries stones
i told it all, unedited
i told it all like i remembered it
they interlocked and then they fled
and met again, but the love they'd made was dead
i am no historian
i'm prone to error in the records i give
i am proud of what i feel
i am proud that my skin is tempered steel
my skin is tempered steel
Dream, dream, dream.
Directing/editing - Sherbethead
Acting - Edward Shallow/Kurt Uchman
Music/animation - Wirrow
OK, here is v.2 of the visual remix to Tommacarte's poem. This time, I have changed the guitar music (still from musopen.org), ironed out/added some visuals and added Tom's reading of the poem!
Again, comments and con-crit would be much appreciated! I keep seeing things I would like to tweak, so would appreaciate any feedback!
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I'm working on a video for Tom's poem...this may or may not be the VO used. It's a bit stereotypically Spanish. The flamenco...the guitar...the fact that it's in Spanish.
Anyways, thought it might end up being useful for someone else!
PD music from musopen.org
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