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Sel
- New York, New York
- Last Record: 2013-05-30 10:00:34 -0500
- Joined: Nov 21, 2010
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Sometimes you come across two records that just make sense in your head. When I heard the pulsing electro-beat of christopher.harn's "Flights" and read joel the gentleman's "context clues on a chalkboard" I immediately heard the words in a melody. Both of these records are great you guys. Thank you SO much for making these.
If anybody wants to mix this better, let me know and I'll put stems up. There's a "please" somewhere in there on my part.
Lyrics adapted from joel the gentleman’s “context clues on a chalkboard,” only the line in [brackets] is original-ish, and even those are inspired joel the gentleman’s “odd, how strange.”
Two handed, grace demanded
I sit up straight while on this planet
And we’re all colors sitting quietly; we’re all crammed inside a cabinet
Waiting patiently as patience, as if our path already planned it
Well, I can’t stand this plain outlandish point of view (in pews with traffic)
Looking back and moving backwards
Dull edged hatchets that never quite hacked it
‘till we feel it, ‘til we feel it, ‘til we can admit that we’re all realists
‘till we feel it, ‘til we feel it, ‘til we can admit we know what real is
Oh, tree of life, I think I might go blind inside and lose my sight.
Just to prove that I’d be fine.
But we’re all mice we follow light so bright we never notice height, we fall…
Just to prove we’ll be all right.
That seems fair, right?
Good thing I brought my A.C. because things are getting heated
In the backseat with bruises matching the ones we got when we were defeated
[And bad things come to those who burn their bridges and build no boats
So I hope you don’t, we can float…]
Sex and violence don’t mix, but our populous of pop culture is too quick to tell us that we need it
While preaching we don’t need shit, oh how convenient
I believe it’s way past time we all relieved this
All we gotta do is feel it…til we can admit that we’re all realists
‘till we feel it, ‘til we feel it, ‘til we can admit that we’re all realists
‘till we feel it, ‘til we feel it, ‘til we can admit we know what real is
(oh, tree of life, I think I might go blind inside and lose my sight
Just to prove that I’d be fine…)
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I heard RP's track "Alone Is All I Know" when I woke up this morning and skipped breakfast to record this over it real quick. I ws at a loss for lyrics so I searched the word "lonely" on the site and turned up "Into Midnight" by smweed and even though they're meant to be lyrics to another song I thought they fit perfectly. REmix!
I've been listening to a lot of Lovedrug, a lot of ghost rock and the track sounded to me like a choir of pissed off dead people rocking out in the netherworld. To suit that image, the chorus is super dissonant and could use LOADS more voices. Hint. Stems are a particular weakness of mine, but I'll try to get them up soon.
REvised Lyrics from smweed's "Into Midnight":
I don't know where I've come from, but I know where I've been
And I won't ask for redemption but I know that I have sinned
And I am going into midnight to the end of all things.
(It's all I know, you know I'm going in alone)
I won't ask you for comfort, I won't ask you for your love
I have stolen all your mercy, baby, I'm the hawk to your dove
And I am going into midnight, from below to above!
(It's all I know, you know I'm going in alone)
I'm a stranger in the darkness, I'm alone among my friends
(I'm a stranger in the darkness)
I can see the road is open but I can't see where it ends
(I can see the road is open)
And I haven't tasted freedom but I've broken all my strings
(And I haven't tasted freedom)
I am going into midnight to the end of all the things
(it's all I know, you know I'm going in alone, all I know)
Do re mi fa..so I don’t know
Just how I always end up singing this solo.
I try to set it up to make it easy to duet
...but nothing’s happened yet.
'cause A-E-G-C, it doesn’t spell it out like L-O-V-E
But even if I say it clearly music isn’t nearly
Enough to make you see me like I thought it would be
Do re mi fa-so in love with everyone but me-re do
I'm sick of all these hopeless cases
Same old loves in New York places- so
I-I-I would like to turn it on itself and sing it:
Do ti la sol fa- but oh no!
They say that everyone is music at their heart
We all know the same notes but we're all singing different parts
And when our melodies come harmonies we call it love, or art?
…Don’t get me started on-
Do re mi fa- so in love with everyone but me-re do
Sick of all these hopeless cases
Same old loves in New York places- so
I would like to turn it on itself and sing it:
Do ti la- so far you don’t know
So I hate to be the one to break the news
But no one’s gonna love you like I do
And I’m feeling like Bogey saying “Here’s to you, kid”
(I tried to act it out but I just looked stupid)
And maybe singing it will make you realize
You and I are meant to harmonize :)
Do re mi fa- so in love with everyone but me -re do
I'm sick of all these hopeless cases
same old loves in New York places so
I would like to turn it on itself and sing it:
Do ti la sol fa- but oh no!
Of course I have an idea for a song right after I pack all of my recording equipment. Maybe someday I'll record it properly but for now, it's just me, my laptop microphone, and a ukulele. Feel free to sing along? Chords C G Am F, as usual.
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