Stagnant waters are hard to tread...
The filth engulfs, you hold your head.
Trying not to slip below..
The murky water has no flow.
I'd read ex99's A Haiku and loved it. Then I heard Pamagotchi's VO, loved it, and decided to do my own tiny film/VO in a similar style :-)
Don't worry, you have been fictionalized beyond recognition.
As soon as I had caught my breath,
It jumped right out of my hands.
There's nothing like a blank piece of paper, or a blank Word document, or a blank canvas, tape, camera film or Cubase project - getting filled with ideas & thoughts; with one's subconsciousn...
This is actually the first of many "favourite things". I'm just going at the concept from several different angles. This one is of course an intangible angle. Though it can leads to such incredible tangible outcomes. My imagination.
I only put strings to it, and a little piano improv at the end which can be kept or left. The strings make it seem rather big I think. Anyway, I'll put up the stems if someone so wishes.
E major - 4/4 - 95bpm
What was it that i said? That I thought it was the best dream I ever had?
What were those tiny things with legs that I couldn't help but laugh at when I was asleep, but now I'm awake and the thought of them gets me scared?
What were those eyes that I drew when I was young, but didn't realise what I was drawing until I drew them?
What was I singing when I thought I was singing along, but I'd got it completely wrong, and it was something completely different?
But it was better, at least in my head it was better...
Imagine that, if you will, imagine that.
What in the world did I just see in the midst of all this darkness? My mind is getting twisted!
What's left when all the rest are grown and I am left alone with my thoughts, what am I to do then?
With my imagination,
At least in my head it's better.