The colors of dawn cut through the inky darkness of black and blue. I thought it was the Rising Sun, but it was you It was you
Lux Aeterna Is the same from all sides Lux Aeterna in your brilliance Nothing dies.
Shine down for a thousand lives in the place where nothing dies pulled into the whirlpool vest. in the light where no one cries,
Chorus; Bright star here Angels, monsters what’s unclear burning up with holy fire. blessed penitent aspire luminous sparkling soul making whole making whole
silence in the rushing din come and let the light flow in lift us from the vessels’ grasp another life we will begin.
Bright star here Angels, monsters what’s unclear burning up with holy fire. blessed penitent aspire luminous sparkling soul making whole making whole
Come to me with icy fire the light in you my soul desire lay your hands upon my head spark the flame that will inspire.
Lux Aeterna Is the same from all sides Lux Aeterna in your brilliance Nothing dies.
This is a song for one of the members of our D&D party, Donar, who is a cleric of the Luxon, a force of light and rebirth.
(It’s part of the Critical Role game universe.)
He’s played by a beloved friend, who also has a lot of light in his being and I’m grateful for him. We recently had an adventure that involved the Luxon beacons and it’s been on my mind.
You traded your power and praise for swift nights and dangerous days. She gave you a cloak of wings and took the songs that you might sing to her breast. She knows all she knows best.
Luna Bright as brightest day Ruling in the realms of fae Fear and beauty are the same, Illuminated by her flame In her name Luna
Follow the light of the moons the way your voice followed tunes. Gather up your tools of war. This is what she wants you for at her breast she knows all she knows best
Luna Bright as brightest day Ruling in the realms of fae Fear and beauty are the same, Illuminated by her flame In her name Luna
Piles of dust adorn your heart crack the cocoon ere you start Swear faith to the flash of steel Everything you dreamed is real At her breast She knows all She knows best
Fleet one fly spread your wings and block the sky hold the blade to my breast. She knows all she knows best.
This song is another dedication to a member of our gaming group, a goblin who started out as a bard but made an agreement with a queen of the fae, accepting her favor and occasionally being her agent outside of the fae realms.
Fae are alien and dangerous. They have whims that are beyond the understandings of mortal creatures. This particular powerful lady’s appearance is like that of a luna moth, with great green wings that wrap around her like a cloak.
When her favor alighted on our goblin friend, we found him in a cocoon. When he came out, he had a cloak that was reminiscent of gray mothwings, and he was no longer a bard, but was instead a rogue.
This character is now much more serious and more dangerous than the original character, and the double sword of his promise to her is one that hangs over our entire party.
This song is for Geri, our goblin.
I have a tune in mind but haven’t had time to record it.
These #lyrics are from some weird voicemail note I left myself. I couldn’t make heads or tails of it but I kept it for some reason. It’s #vocals and #acapella and an #acoustic_one_take for four voices (all me) based on this odd little note.
Reading it, the words had a bizarrely catchy rhythm, and I started kind of singing them and then figured, what the heck. Just record it. So I did.
I guess this is that reason. “Lucky 13” of FAWM 2024 – a Fugue on Architecture Notes for Four Voices.
(Also, the “lyrics” are *exactly* as found in my phone notepad, spelling, phrasing, line breaks, etc.)
well its the last / few hours before the end is near im not sure what / to do with it rushing rapidly here
there’s no slowing time no matter the rhythm / or the rhyme may as well reach for the sublime and let it it go, go, go yeah there’s no slowing time no matter the rhythm / or the rhyme may as well reach for the sublime and let it it go
Sometimes there’s no great conclusion that doesn’t lead to a contusion every day’s another, deeper, darker bruise some say time’s an illusion but they don’t know the exclusion when even when there’s no score you’re sure you’ll lose
Closing out FAWM 2024 with a little #fawmtronica #electronica #pop song.
These lyrics came when I should have been getting ready for bed, but was lamenting that I hadn’t met my goal of 14. This song came in with a little pity party for me and it’s a dark little thing, for all its cheer. But, it did give me song 11, and paved the way for song 12! So, ironically it wasn’t even actually the end, which I totally thought it would be!
I will probably revise the demo at some point, since it’s a bit messy and slapdash, but it gets the idea across that I want, overall.
Eukaryota Animalia Chordata Amphibia Anura Ranidae Pelophylax P. perezi
This is a piece of #fawmtronica inspired by the natural sounds of Iberian Water Frogs, which I was absolutely obsessed with during a recent visit to the Azores. I took quite a bit of audio, not sure what I’d do with it.
Well, turns out I did this with it. I was trying to capture the textures of the frog sounds in the synths, and the mix of order and chaos of the whole sense of them together.
It’s all built in Garageband, no samples other than the underlay of frogs and one standard GB riser/chop set.
I wanted to have some vocal line, but struggled to figure out what do to. So I decided to just use the entire scientific name of the star of the performance, the Iberian Water Frog, or Perez’s frog (Pelophylax perezi).
Which probably makes this the nerdiest thing I’ve ever made. And that’s saying something. #nerdy stuff, this.
Ox murmurs, Winter pours, summer is gone : Wind high, sun low ; sea resounding.
Very red raying has concealed Cold has caught wings of birds ; Ice-frost time: wretched, very wretched. Oh what a tale I have for you
* * *
Wild is the sea mount Plowing the black ground Stars light the morning Amid the wind-wild sound Fill the ship till she rides low Set sail on the tide’s best blow Again I watch as he will go Again I watch as he will go
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Sharp are the sea spikes Salt stings as the beast strikes Rising up through the ices Avoiding the ash pikes Round the ship on the whale-road Flip the oar and then unload Worthy fight for a great ode Worthy fight for a great ode
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Search for motion on the bar Bitter winds bring scent of tar Listen for the snap of sail Watch beneath the winter star Do I see scraps of a mast? Threads of sail rolling past? Will he return as I asked? Will he return as I asked?
This is an #acoustic_one_take on the Sutton Hoo #lyre with #vocals, tuned to DFGACD, in the #folk and #traditional style. It’s kind of #story touched with #history since the lyrics are a blend of very old and new.
A friend visiting Iceland was sending me photos this past week, and the sea there was quite peaceful, while I was traveling myself to a place where the waves were wild. So I’ve got the sea on my mind.
I also was doing some research on early Irish writings, and came across the the eulogy of Choluim Chille, believed to be the oldest text in Irish, having been written shortly after his death in 597. It appears in “The Amra Choluim Chilli of Dallan Forgaill” by Dallan Forgaill, Saint, 6th cent. As translated by John O’Beirne Crowe in 1871. (However, the text is believed to have been more likely written in the 9th century.) There was a snippet of verse in translation that captivated me:
“A tale I have for you. Ox murmurs, Winter pours, summer is gone : Wind high, cold : sun low ; Cry is attacking, sea resounding.
Very red raying has concealed form, Voice of geese [barnacles] has become usual : Cold has caught wings of birds ; Ice-frost time : wretched, very wretched.
A tale I have for you.”
Immediately I thought of the long, flat line of black sand in Vik, Iceland and of a ship sailing away from it. As the voyage is beginning, the singer watches their lover leave in the cold of winter. I considered the dangers of the ocean, the waves and the sea monsters (which are less terrifying than some waves, or which maybe are also waves themselves, made differently manifest). The singer contemplates the season, and wonders what has become of their beloved, looking for any hint they might find to answer them.
Her soul glows like the blossom That blooms in summer’s warm She’s soft as pussy willow, As fierce as any storm. Her heart’s large as forest Her smile melts winter’s cold Her hair reflects the autumn trees And the hearty marigold. Our Rose ever blooming our rose
Clever as the raven As busy as the bee Looking out for everyone, A soul of quality. There are many ways of being In this big world, I suppose. Wish all were as generous As our Lady Rose.
Her soul glows like the blossom That blooms in summer’s warm She’s soft as pussy willow, As fierce as any storm. Her heart’s large as forest Her smile melts winter’s cold Her hair reflects the autumn trees And the hearty marigold.
The rose is never fragile, It’s lovely but its thorn Is ever at the ready For any who would scorn A person who is needy for kindness or for aid, The lowest in spirit Find their temper swayed.
She carries bread and cookies, Of lemons and fine flour, Her joy in hospitality Perhaps her greatest power. The gifts that she delivers Are affection manifest. Her love is never ending, We Are well and truly blessed.
Her soul glows like the blossom That blooms in summer’s warm She’s soft as pussy willow, As fierce as any storm. Her heart’s large as forest Her smile melts winter’s cold Her hair reflects the autumn trees And the hearty marigold. Our Rose Her love is never ending Our Rose is a garden ever tending Our Rose
Sometimes you realize that you feel a certain way when you see someone, and you never tell them.
The guitar part was created using samples by BradoSanz shared on Looperman at https://www.looperman.com/loops?mid=BradoSanz that were augmented with some additional synth acoustic guitar pieces in GarageBand.
Note: my beloved friend Rose passed away yesterday, Feb 19. The day I posted this, her daughter played it for her. I deeply hope she heard it.
Swarms of stars Glittering past Mars Captured in memoirs. Covering the scars That once Were ours. That once Were ours. Unvoid breeze, Falling to my knees A gathering unease Droning like the bees That flash, a frieze. White honey Like gold Melts in a thousand suns All sweetness unsold As the honey runs Down the skies It multiplies The caramel of your eyes Love Flying so close Seeking solar dose Dancing vorticose Never otiose, Yet still, Morose. Yet still, Morose. White honey Like gold Nectar lullaby In spite of the cold By answer liquify Down the skies To crystalize Sparkling in the rise, Love. Hex community Solidarity Viviparity To Singularity Love White honey love See the colony Fly iridescently In brilliant clarity Love white honey love White honey Like gold Melts in a thousand suns All sweetness unsold As the honey runs Down the skies It multiplies The caramel of your eyes Love white honey love white honey love white honey love
This song is part of the #oraclechallenge in which I was given a single card from The Dream Weaver’s Oracle. The card I got from @writeandwrong portrays two bees, facing each other and reaching for each other with all twelve legs. Behind them is a large, magenta flower, with a white center that surrounds the bees, and looks like stars and bubbles. It reads “When the ones you need fly close.” The lyrics came quickly, and a #vocal tune, but the accompaniment was a struggle. I finally decided I was making things too complicated ( Ia really am a #singer_songwriter)so I had GarageBand lay down a simple drum track and then I added in keyboard and a spare harmony. It turned out a little #jazz and #folk as a result. I’m pretty pleased with the result of this! (Fascinatingly, there’s another card in the deck that I saw in the thread *after* writing this song, “If the taste is sweet and good” which features a cosmic honeycomb dripping down on the moon.)
What springs forth from you What divides from you? What are you sending out? Bright and shining bursting forth from you Light Manifested light Is this an indication Of your situation, or Or is this not what you want to be in the reflection Refracted dark You can see it in the mirror O look can you hear her Wanting to set free The singularity Tell me Do you want this? To stare into the abyss Knowing its there to remind you Dear, I wouldn’t look right now Behind you Wouldn’t look right now Behind you. Manifestations Do you find a Light heat sound The refractions of everything around you Are there things that you want that you are indications Of the brilliance that surrounds you. Manifestations Manifestations Manifestations Or do you have some fight in you? Let the darkness burst on through The prisms that are inside you, Inside you Inside you What Will you do When the light Hits you?
I found this #skirmish after it was already done, but I loved the concept of what the “refraction would look like if you put your darkest, ugliest parts up to a prism?” So this would be not in the skirmish, but inspired by the #Refraction skirmish topic. I fell into the topic first by looking for a major/minor twist and delicate #electronic sounds. I layered in some #synth and the whole thing got a bit out of hand. There are small echoes and pieces just out of sync (I hope that’s not the muse’s theme this year!) which I think add to the sense of overall conflict. It features both sweet and #dark #vocals considering what is reflected after it’s entered the subject. Honestly, I’m not unhappy with the directed chaos that resulted from this. It’s fat, mercurial, and I think meets the brief. It’s also pretty literal and, at a full 5 minutes, kind of long, even for a sonic tug-of-war between darkness and light. It’s also very much not my normal sound, though every FAWM I seem to find my “sound” gets more and more all over the place.
Walking up there then down. Forget why you came around. Moving through the whole day never making a single play, as your mind (your mind) slips away. I always wondered what I’d do if I was around in your shoes I always wondered what I’d do what I’d do if I was in your shoes if I was in your shoes Walking up there then down. Forget why you came around. Moving through the whole day never making a single play, as your mind (your mind) slips away. You always seem so very styled. I never thought that you’d go wild. You always seem so very styled, very styled. Who thought that you’d go wild, thought that you’d go wild? fa la la fa la la I always felt you’d come undone When you had beaten everyone I always felt you’d come undone come undone When you beat everyone You beat everyone Walking up there then down. Forget why you came around. Moving through the whole day never making a single play, as your mind (your mind) slips away.
Cyclical Thoughts is an # electronic-based piece with a leaping accompaniment line leading the #voice through the looping lyric. This is a fully from-scratch piece made in GarageBand, and it’s kind of an #emo song that’s both dark and sunny at the same time. I was going for a kind of #synthpop sound, with a heavy #synth bassline and obvious electronic drums. There are little moments of dissonance and the rhythm creates, for me, a slightly unsteady feeling, as if I’m newly on land after being on a boat.
St Bridgid stand before me St Bridgid stand behind Illuminate the darkness Illuminate my mind Bring comfort to the mother bring comfort to the child Lay blessings on our conflicts ‘Till all be reconciled. She gave the lepers apples And fed the starving man By trading great treasures Her healing she began She hung upon a sunbeam The cloak that got the land And made the great oak holy Touched by her pure hand Give in love’s equality For failings come atone That all will have their needs met Strike silver against stone. Grant kindness to your neighbor Forgiveness to your kin That the winter cold be broken And the sunlight ushered in. St Bridgid stand before me St Bridgid stand behind Illuminate the darkness Illuminate my mind Bring comfort to the mother bring comfort to the child Lay blessings on our conflicts ‘Till all be reconciled. Leave out a fine silk ribbon the night that heralds spring that the lady when she’s walking Lay hands upon the string To bring us protection and to keep us from ill Through her feast day passes she is with us still Brigid bring us bounty Of milk and butter gold Generosity to creatures Protection from the cold Thankfulness for water From which will come the beer And patience with each other Throughout the growing year. St Bridgid stand before me St Bridgid stand behind Illuminate the darkness Illuminate my mind Bring comfort to the mother bring comfort to the child Lay blessings on our conflicts ‘Till all be reconciled.
Unsure where to start, I decided to lean into the day, which is the Feast of St. Brigid and Imbolc. This modern prayer to St. Brigid includes references to many of the miracles attributed to her. Here’s a translation of a document which contains all over her miracles if anyone is interested. It’s pretty entertaining. https://brigitssparklingflame.blogspot.com/2015/01/vita-sanctae-brigitae-cogitosuss-life.html I accompanied myself on a reproduction of an Anglo-Saxon style six-string #acoustic #lyre, which would have been an instrument played in the time of the original St. Brigid, 451 – 525 CEE. (The oldest lyre found in England dates before 450 CE.) The tune is, of course, modern #folk and not remotely medieval, even if the subject is. I am just learning to play this instrument, and I’m still not comfortable with it yet, especially when strumming it, rather than plucking like playing the harp. My voice is recovering from being in a very large indoor event a few days ago, so it’s rougher than I prefer, but it’s FAWM, so I gotta just do what can be done! #firstfruits must come from somewhere! This was darn near a #folk #acoustic_one_take – I had to edit out one section that I really made a mess of, so it’s a one-point-five take. ( Anyway, this is actually kind of a bold start for me, because I’m in rough voice on an instrument I don’t play well, at 1am, and it’s my FAWM debut for 2024. Actually, I guess that’s a pretty good start after all for a #singer_songwriter . =) )
I do not have a castle Or a field heavy with wheat I haven’t any finery Or a tourney to compete I cannot make a show of anything that I can’t do I can make a show of loving you
Lady, there is nothing i can give you That you cannot attain yourself But give me leave to lavish you with love Lady, I am humble, but I swear on all above To treasure every hour I can take To bring you every joy that I can make Lady, there is nothing I can give you but me
I am no great warrior
I’ll never be a king
My lands don’t have a winery
Don’t even have a ring
Cannot make a show of everything I can’t do
But I can make a show of loving you
But I have fields of daisies
And more books than any mage
But I will sing you poetry
And lift words from the page
I will make a show of everything you do
Everything
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I have a job that’s boring but leaves all my nights free I can cook delightful things with honey from the bee I will make a show of everything that you can do Of everything to show how I love you.
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Feb 2024
Delicate little courtly #lovesong with #vocals by a #bard or #minstrel in the #acoustic tradition. Eventually I’ll play this on the harp or lyre, but I went digital for this demo.
It’s based on a snippet that I sketched earlier this month “Lady there is nothing I can give you you cannot attain yourself, But give me leave to lavish you with love.”
It’s cold, and spring is coming, so a lovesong felt like a nice way to end FAWM.
The wind blew hard
o’re tree and stone
I walked into the storm
The sky a bruise before me
The barley laying prone
Rows of gold
crushed in the cold
Its song a bitter moan
Pushing straight through
The endless drone
I wrestled with my thoughts
The path once laid before me
Snows long had overblown
My knees came down
on frozen ground
But I was not alone
I felt your
hand at my back
Like the warmth of the sun
It felt just like midsummer
as my strength was done
You brought me fire
When I was barely embers
Now my whole soul remembers
To what it can aspire
With your hand
at my back.
The crystal spires
Were overgrown
I brought about the scythe
The glinting blade before me
Against the winter throne
Algific rite
Welcomed the blight.
I reaped what they had sown.
Beneath still stars
The curse was shown
I advanced as I watched
The silent host before me
Began to move and groan
Without remorse
Knowing the source
Like barley they were mown.
I felt your
hand at my back
Like the warmth of the sun
It felt just like midsummer
as my strength was done
You brought me fire
When I was barely embers
Now my whole soul remembers
To what it can aspire
With your hand
at my back.
I soon came to
‘Mid gelid bone
I sang prayers old and new
Rimy dead piled here before me
With no way to atone
Their sightless eyes
Answered the skies.
As green aurora shone
I felt your
hand at my back
Like the warmth of the sun
It felt just like midsummer
as my strength was done
You brought me fire
When I was barely embers
Now my whole soul remembers
To what it can aspire
With your hand
At my back
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FAWM26 NOTES
This is a song about realizing who’s there for you, and knowing that they’re there for you, with you, even when you think that you’re alone.
You can always draw on the strength of people who love you.
This song is about an adventurer who has to take care of a blight of bitter cold. She’s alone, but when she falters, she’s given strength from those who are far away from her, allowing her to carry on, do the work, and start back home.
It was initially inspired by a moment I had recently when my best friend literally had a hand on my back during an intense (in a good way) moment. The feeling of his huge hand giving me stability has been something I’ve continued to feel, long after that moment passed. I’ve always known that hand was there, but I’ve not had cause to think of it so literally before.
It’s also partly dedicated to my D&D group, who are currently on a freezing island hoping to save the world and not die in the process. So that setting was on my mind – the epic fields swept with snow, the places where there’s nothing but trickery and desperation. And as long as one of us is there, we’re all there. Characters develop interesting relationships, and one of our group has been traveling for work, and I really miss his character (and him too, of course!) My husband is our game master, and I know that I have his hand at my back too – both in and out of game.
#electronic #electropop #nerdfolk
I wanted to start it with a nod to some of the fantasy epic prog rock songs, so the little acoustic guitar riff seemed perfect. Ultimately, I wanted it to be more modern, because that’s how it felt it wanted to be. It’s all done in LogicX with a mix of stock loop bits and a little hand played midi.
Tick tok
The clock
In the hall
Is always running
Its been
Unlocked
Because it
Isn’t running
Time is long
But isn’t very cunning
So she waits
And she waits
Sometimes I hear
I hear her humming
She walked a million miles
Pacing through halls
Going through the years
Watching all the stars
As they came and went
She passed
Passed throught all the memories
Forgotten memories
I know
Inknow
What it’s like to be forgotten
Memories
I know
I know
What it’s like to be
Forgotten
Tick tok
The clock
In the hall
Is always running
Its been
Unlocked
Because it
Isn’t running
Time is long
But isn’t very cunning
So she waits
And she waits
Sometimes I hear
I hear her humming
She lived here
When everything was grand
When the beach in front of the manor had sand
She walked an alligator on a chain
And she danced and made love in the rain
But now
She’s stuck here
Going nowhere
Nowhere
But I know a thing or two
About going
going nowhere
I know
going nowhere
Too
Tick tok
The clock
In the hall
Is always running
Its been
Unlocked
Because it
Isn’t running
Time is long
But isn’t very cunning
So she waits
And she waits
Sometimes I hear
I hear her humming
Liner Notes
So I’m super late to this skirmish since I only saw it tonight, but it inspired this song, the song that is number 14. The theme was supernatural, and I started thinking about the ghosts in houses in New England (where I live) and what that must be like, how tedious, really, when they probably had exciting lives (to some degree at least) before they were trapped being ghosts. So this song is about that.
I like this demo more than I expected. I may refine lyrics on a future pass, and tighten up the verses, though I kind of like their musing quality…like what you say when nobody can hear you.
The king’s man took into the wood
to catch some coneys, fleet and good
He caught a flicker in his eye
as flash of gold went bounding by.
It was a stag with antlers tall,
surely the lord of wood stags all.
He left his hounds in thicket green
Catch this creature he had seen
With a hey ho to the wood we go
for to catch him with the bolt and bow.
With a hey hei watch him fly
as the lord of the wood we follow.
The king’s Lady on her palfrey white
went a-riding in the sunshine bright.
when came a sound upon the trail
as doe of silver past did sail.
To see the doe made her heart bloom
and so she took off through the broom
to touch with her own gentle hand
this hind most lovely in the land.
With a hey ho to the wood we go
to see the hart in the summer’s glow.
With a hey hei watch them fly
as through the wood we follow.
Into a clearing verdant green
the golden stag ran, clearly seen.
The silver doe met his stride
as the Lady and king’s man did ride
The king’s man poised to bring them down
as gift to serve before the crown.
The Lady saw his bolt on high
and galloped ‘ere where the bold would fly
With a hey ho to the wood we go
though the hunt we now forgo.
With a hey hei watch them fly
as into the wood we follow.
The lady’s hands rushed to her breast
where now the bolt did redly rest.
The yoman looked where the Lady fell
amid the leaves of mossy dell,
The golden hind did lift her head,
and then his sliver lady lead
the bold young hunter unto her side
to pull the bolt ere lady die.
With a hey ho to the wood we go
to find them in a thicket low.
With a hey hei watch them fly
as into the wood we follow.
Though it broke his heart in two
He tore the wounding arrow through.
as the Lady weakly swooned
The doe’s kiss staunched the bleeding wound
With queen, yet living, in his arms,
the king’s man fled the clearing’s charms.
At the charger’s side the palfrey ran
from this kingdom not of man.
With a hey ho to the wood we go to
the realm of stag and merry doe.
With a hey hei watch them fly
as into the wood we follow.
As the noble stag walked with his mate
In the greeny wood with a steady gait
The sun sank down and the bright moon shone
And the clearing was once more alone.
This is an old set of lyrics that needed work, as it was written as an exhaustively long ballad. I rediscovered them earlier in February, and I realized that with some editing, I could have a nice little “trad” folk song that would be good around a fire some cold evening.
There’s a little mystical sense – the stag and his doe are clearly supernatural creatures — and the story has a happier ending than it could have. I’ve enjoyed spending time with this piece, setting it, and then making a more workable song from it.
That greeny wood is a good place, especially in the bitter winter.
He says I love you in reflected sunlight
When the evening / arrives so brightly
In ebbs and flows he is calling
The rhythm of love in the tides is a Moonfalling
He watched with one eye
As the world was growing
Observed the islands
In their fire exploding
A being of time
And reflecting dust
Covets the vast water
With a gentle lust
The day that he saw
Her dark, dancing form
He would ever follow her
Whether still or storm
She broke through the waves
Of the shining deep
Her spray shone like the stars
And Made him feel complete
He says I love you in reflected sunlight
When the evening / arrives so brightly
In ebbs and flows he is calling
The rhythm of love in the tides is a Moonfalling
Her vast graceful form
Caught his brilliant gaze
Now he searches for her
In the storm’s thick haze
Their great grey eyes met
Only once by chance
Now the dark waters pull
In a steady slow dance
Those strong rolling tides
Are his songs of love
Drawn from a stony heart
Set vast leagues above
Her echoes in the earth
So far down below
Ripple out for miles
Beneath his silvery glow
He says I love you in reflected sunlight
When the evening arrives so bright
In ebbs and flows he is calling
The rhythm of love in the tides is a Moonfalling
Two souls bound as if by tether
Both sending glitter to the aether
One lost in pale starlight
One lost in plankton bright
This love so very rare
A love that reaches everywhere…
Whether there’s an atmosphere
Love reaches everywhere…
Whether there’s an atmosphere
Love can reach you everywhere…
Whether there’s an atmosphere
Love can reach you everywhere…
He says I love you in reflected sunlight
When the evening arrives so bright
In ebbs and flows he is calling
The rhythm of love in the tides is a Moonfalling
The rhythm of love in the tides is a Moonfalling
Liner Notes
A friend of mine posted on Twitter a long time ago this statement, “If Moonfall isn’t about The Man In The Moon falling in love with a Humpback Whale and using his control of the tides to express affection, I ain’t watching it.”
I’ve wanted to write this song for ages, and now I finally have. About 70% of the lyrics were complete a week ago (it’s the 28th now) and I had an idea for the tune. Fortunately, I had these beautiful loops of soft guitar by Hamood that nearly perfectly matched my vision for this piece
My self-control
is hanging by a thread
Replaced by something
demanding to be fed
I feel the connection
That we make when we touch
I don’t know what I’m doing
But I know
That I’m not
thinking much
Out all night prowling in the dark
Yea I’m breaking in, I’m picking locks
I can tell you’ve really left a mark
Baby every fire needs a spark
Is it arson when I know that you’re a tinderbox?
You look so sharp
you could be made of knives
I’m like like a cat
using all its lives
I burn like convection
Your radiance is hot
I don’t know what I’m doing
But I know
that I can’t
hold a thought.
Out all night prowling in the dark
Yea I’m breaking in, I’m picking locks
I can tell you’ve really left a mark
Baby every fire needs a spark
Is it arson when I know that you’re a tinderbox?
You sublimate
Me directly to steam
That scalding glance
I saw in a dream
Your gaze a dissection
When you meet my eyes
I don’t know what I’m doing
But I know
That it’s not
A surprise.
Out all night prowling in the dark
Yea I’m breaking in, I’m picking locks
I can tell you’ve really left a mark
Baby every fire needs a spark
Is it arson when I know that you’re a tinderbox?
Is it arson when I know that you’re a tinderbox?
I cut out the center double chorus because it didn’t move anything forward. I redid the lyrics, dumped the placeholder guitar solo thing, and added a big drum piece in its place. Added a backup vocal to the end of the chorus to give it a little more sparkle.
Still not sure I’m sold on the fuzzy amp vocal effect, but it may be that I’m not skilled at adjusting it. Eh, it’s ok.
Revised demo above; original link provided below.
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This one hit quickly, based on a few lines that I sang into the phone while on vacation. I am not super happy with the demo, so I’ll probably redo it in March. 😉
This poem was one that I sang last week into my phone, except it was basically completely different. It’s engineered in Garageband using midi instruments I played and layered effects through. It’s gone much more “wall of sound” than I anticipated, given that it started out spooky, acoustic, and delicate.
I’m always amazed at where some of these things go sometimes – they seem almost independent.
It didn’t go anywhere near where I expected it to either, becoming this echoing, swirling thing that could very well be my FAWM end title this year.
Never give it up for the girls
You’re just a thing like diamonds, emeralds, pearls
When their perfume and all their coyness round you swirls
You’ll just be waiting for the end as it unfurls
You never give it up for the girls
Never give it up for the boys
Don’t give in to satisfy their petty joys
They’ll only see you then as one of their toys
You’ll be waiting while they’re following the noise
Never give it up for the boys
Why do we do what we do when we do the things that we do to each other
Why do we do what we do when we do the things that we do to with a lover
Why do we do all the things that we do
Why do we do what we do
Never give it up for the one
It’s just a story told, an old tale spun
Ever-after can look so fun
Until the book is closed and the verse is done
Never give it up for the one
Why do we do what we do when we do what we do to the one?
This came to me in a moment of need, since I had a vacation that was rescheduled and I knew that I wouldn’t make my FAWM goal this year. This kind of bitter little thing came in at the end to give me another one.
I’ll take it, even if the mix is pretty messy, a #demo is a demo, especially at this point in the game.
