(old and new)
Things. Favourite things. Things that just make sense to me. Things that I can mount on shelves and smile at regularly.
Old things. Things that barely function but still have their purpose. Things that don't belong to me but now… belong to me. Things I often use, and wear out so spectacularly. Things from across the world. Things that act their age, and those that have no age. Things that hurt but look so bloody beautiful.
New things. Things that are yet to be enjoyed. That, for the moment, function rather well. Things that constantly teach me new things. Things that… I assure you can explain. Things that I just have no idea how to explain. Nevertheless, they are still my favourite things.
At least for now, they are my favourite things.
It's just a quick song. And it's about people. Lots of people. And other things... maybe RE: The Road...
I left this intentionally bare because I wanted people to add as much as they could to it. So more vocals, more instruments, solo instrument section, anything! Stems up soon enough.
A major - 3/4 - 190bpm
People on form, people on time,
People magically on top of their shit,
People changing and I know for one I'll be a son of a gun if I don't change one bit to get where I end up,
People folding, people without an apetite,
People exiting things without saving them prior,
People know I'm not one for a show but I can't help but aim a bit higher,
I was told I should prepare for the best of days and best of days I'll get,
Can I be a fighter and a runner?
I'm not one of those gambling men, but I'm my safest bet, and I quite like roulette,
People don't show, people loco,
Why'd he run from the bun 'cause he's bored of the oven,
I can't stand people raising their hand as they tell me there's no such thing as lovin', they're just being stubborn,
I was told I shouldn't mind if they hammer at my head,
That's just the order we are placed in,
What else could I do but fight my own way through instead, to make some real good bread,
Hurry there's no time for wastin',
There are doctors, there are nurses,
There are killers and coppers and warriors even now,
You can think that you're fine then you blink and you're old and you've lost all your money,
And no one is talking and reading gets harder but you know the truth still,
People are people,
You know the truth still, people are people,
You know the truth still, weak and their feeble, people are people.
Love Sel's voice. Love Metaphorest's lyrics. Love alpal's music.
"i love the process of remixes this has gone through. this sounds sweet and lovely. i still think more could be added to it for some fullness.. i can sort of hear one other instrument in my head at least. maybe strings? not sure" - featured by wirrow, 8 April
CHALLENGE BY Matthew_Lister
'I've always wanted to visit the UK but never had the money. Bring it to me, in a song. Please.'
This is my first EVER nationalist song. I'm currently in the green, serene scene of southwest Wales, and thus have been inspired to write this for Matt. I'm not even nearly as skilled as Matt on the guitar, but it's something, and I hope, Matt, that you can picture the UK from these words.
Let me go out to the country,
Where trees have stood for a thousand yeras,
The sky is clear and quiet above me,
And the morning birdsong fills my ears,
Let me go into the city,
Where every colour fills the streets,
A manic masterpiece in motion,
It's oh so stirring and oh so sweet,
Let me go to the British border,
Where songs are sung of the olden day,
Public houses hold the worker,
And all of them sing their cares away,
And all of them drink their cares away,
Let me leave my resting headstone,
By that old cathedral in that Pembroke town,
I fell in love with an island kingdom,
And all of the things it's based around.
Featured by wirrow 17.5.2013
this is just wonderful i keep listening to it. as much as i love it's folk simplicity, maybe we can add 1 or 2 instruments to it?
but beyond that.. i really think there's a collab here. i'm not sure what it is. it's not quite a cities collab but by the same sentiment, expressing what you love about where you're from.
i've always been wary of people being 'proud' of where they're from and i've always frowned upon art with a national fervor. but i really like when people are INSPIRED by where they're from. i think these sweet lyrics sort of encompass that inspiration and longing for the place you fell in love with.
perhaps it could even fall into a 'home' collab? i'm not sure if there is one already.
anyway i love this dude
Hey everyone! Metaphorest and I wanted to write a song together, and so here it is!
Too long do I wait for the sun,
To lift me from my bed,
And yet, I know it soon will show,
And shut my eyes instead,
Too long do I wait for a sign,
To give meaning to my day,
So I sit inside and swallow my pride,
And waste the day away,
Too long have I bore such a load,
That sits upon my chest,
But the day I'm free will surely be,
Among the very best
Found a royal baby of a beat by Robo_J and knew I had to do something with it. So I wrote some lyrics about something called sleeplessness (or insomnia), and the game we all play of trying to find the best route to wander off to sleep.
There's plenty of room between the lyrics to recite/rap/solo/sleep, so go for it.
I'm off to sleep with open eyes,
My dreaming keeps me up at night,
The game is on and I'm filling the time,
Until my body powers down,
I pop a pill and pace around,
My pulse in ultrasound,
The game is on and now nothing but time,
Until my body powers down,
I turn a paler shade of blue,
Forget my breath to bring me through,
Fuck my breath,
The night is long and all I do is,
I chase my mind,
And leave my body on the ground,