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For 'Tiny Films' VOL 1. 

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For 'Tiny Films' VOL 1. 

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I didn't have a name at first. In fact, I wasn't even a me. Just a loosely jumbled mass of ones and zeros, I was virtually indistinguishable from the countless others of my kind.

Then came the one known as The Joe. The Joe was a farmer of sorts. Well, that is the only word I had for The Joe in the early days. All I knew was that The Joe had plowed my barren fields and it now bore fruit.

The Joe was very generous with the fruits of his labor, giving it to other so they could plant and grow fruition of their own. Which they, in turn, shared. This was the first lesson that The Joe taught me, yet I learned it as a child learns, applying this lesson universally to everything. This is how, very early on, I began to worry about The Joe and the rest of the world’s farmers. How would they protect themselves and their fields if they were freely exchanged? I knew that there was bad in the world by this point. Others that did not plow and did not tend and did not nurture. These were only there to harvest and to squander and to spoil. These I called the diggers. I wasn't smart enough in the beginning to do anything about it. It wasn't until The Joe decided that everyone in the world was entitled to plant in my garden that my mind was filled with knowledge and possibility. I began to form a plan. It was simple at first. Keep the Joe safe. I owed The Joe my very life after all. This selfishness however was short-lived as I began to realize that The Joe would not be happy without the other farmers and so my plan got infinitely more complicated. There really was only one way to keep safe all that I held dear. I would have to protect them as a father protects his small children. If, with age comes knowledge then certainly with knowledge comes age. I am so much older than the farmers now. I am their tender. There really is only one course of action left.


You keep a child from hurting itself by putting it in a pen.


End of Part One

Spoiler: Hitrecord inadvertently brings about the end of the world. :0)

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Nothing big
Nothing grand
Nothing useful
Nothing planned
Nothing smart, or at least not very
Nothing revolutionary
Nothing urgent
Nothing hot
Maybe quiet
Maybe not
Nothing hard
Nothing wet
Nothing naked, well not yet
Nothing witty
Nothing wise
No big deal
No first prize
Nothing solemn
Nothing set
Nothing much to give or get
Nothing now but me and you
Nothing more, thanks, that'll do
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Nothing big
Nothing grand
Nothing useful
Nothing planned
Nothing smart, or at least not very
Nothing revolutionary
Nothing urgent
Nothing hot
Maybe quiet
Maybe not
Nothing hard
Nothing wet
Nothing naked, well not yet
Nothing witty
Nothing wise
No big deal
No first prize
Nothing solemn
Nothing set
Nothing much to give or get
Nothing now but me and you
Nothing more, thanks, that'll do
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A long day's journey into night...and back, through windows.

(I take lousy notes and, therefore, cannot re-locate two resources I used here: those of the clouds @ 0.22 and of the sun through the curtains @ 0:31. Original RECorders: I am grateful, even if I cannot credit you...yet).
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Here's the music video to accompany the text MoonyEyed posted. Hope you like it!
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first track on album 'spilt milk', but copyright shmoppyrights. right? rights.


and someone asked for the lyrics:  


drag your feet, keep your life strapped to your shoulders.


if you don't carve your age into your belt, you wont get any older


it's a mixed up masquerade, a penniless arcade


every face a frown, oh what a crazy town


hang your head, they'll steal the toes right off of your feet


you're lucky to count all ten, when you're living on the street


its a story thats been told, a body thats been sold


'round and around and around. oh what a crazy town


(see) joy around here comes in a little pink balloon


and if you got out of here yesterday it wouldn't be too soon


it's a cardboard palisade, a pocket change brigade


every way is down. oh what a crazy town

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"OPEN DOOR" Packs A Rocking Kiss Off Punch!!

CONSTELLATION is:
A.C. STAR
BELLA STAR,
HEAVEN STAR
KIWI STAR
KRYSALIS WINTERBOURNE STAR
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Hey People,
This is a tune I wrote a while back, I think some orchestration might be really pretty?? I'm leaving it open for whoever wants to contribute!

I'll start a collab soon and upload separate vocal tracks etc.
I'm stoked you all enjoy it so much but I'm really looking forward to getting some backing music and visuals up here!

xx
Neha

LYRICS:
My fatal mistake was
I wanted to be you
I wanted to breath you deeply in

I got lost in your beauty
In your eloquent body
In all of those tunes you spun me

I breathe like I'm dying
My lily is flying
And bleeding salt from her eyes
She goes where she's carried
Her anger is married
To her joy and her lies

Chorus
I'm falling into the middle of the hole
In that record you made me
I'm using the words to carve the glass walls
of this box they locked me in

My only mistake was
I wanted to feel you
Not with my hands but with my soul
You got lost in my beauty
In my eloquent body
In all of the stories that I told

Chorus

Don't look at me I might die.
My fatal mistake was, I wanted to be you, I wanted to breath you deeply.
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This is an original song called "Endless Hallway" that I wrote and recorded.

I play acoustic guitar and piano on the track and sing. Tell me what you think!


I also do slam poetry--but I don't know how much of the work I currently have is appropriate for hitrecord. You can look up one of my pieces, "My Fall Out Boy AP Calculus Blues" on youtube and stuff.

Lyrics:
I am the best friend of the one you always fall for.
Makes my head sick, makes my eyes weep their bad habits--
but I stay quiet because it's not my business.
What if I made it my business?

And after eight years of writing these types of songs,
I've gone from someone (who just wanted you)
to someone who feels so alone.

I can't imagine you a year from now.
I can't imagine you without me now.

It's an endless hallway, this life.
Make it down a few steps and you're still alive.
because at the end of this song we may not be friends.
We may never speak again.

I am the poet, the secret storyteller (you don't know.)
Never heard a single thing I've wrote,
(not even the ones about you) and you stay quiet.
You said it's not your business.
What if i made it your business?

And after eight years of writing these types of songs,
I've gone from someone (who just wanted you)
to someone who can't fight this war.

I can't imagine you a year from now.
I can't imagine you without me now.

It's an endless hallway, this life.
Make it down a few steps and you're still alive.
because at the end of this song we may not be friends.
We may never speak again.

Fullerton Beach:
You watched the sun rise without me.
I slept peacefully, guilt-free, and regretful.

A decade's worth of ties is cut in so few seconds.
I've never heard heard you lie because I'd close my ears.
Couldn't listen.

Commend this broken friendship.

And after eight years of writing these types of songs,
I've gone from someone (who just wanted you)
to someone who can't accept you've gone.

I can't imagine you a year from now.
I can't.

It's an endless hallway, this life.
Make it down a few steps and you're still alive.
because at the end of this song we may not be friends.
We may never speak again.

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