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Despite saying I was going to bed, I didn’t, and this small piece resulted.

Patterns 3

This is what come of being unable to compose, you know, real music.

Courtesy of Notion and the fact that I can, you know, do stuff with it, however limited that stuff might actually be due to my own shortcomings, here’s a little song:

The White Wall 0.1

Edit: a cup of Starbucks coffee, a cigar, and a few hours later, this:

The White Wall 0.2

This is what I have so far:

The Palm of Your Breath

It’s… alright.

I have recorded yet another rough demo. It’s called “The Red Wall”, inspired by General Fitzwallace and his tragic death in Israel. Maybe some of you will know what I’m talking about, but for those of you who don’t, here’s a song.

The Red Wall (OGG Vorbis)
The Red Wall (MP3)

Here are the words:

This is your first day.
This is your last day.
Hidden in tear gas,
buried in scattered glass.
Terror in pipe bombs.
Nails in the brick walls.
People like strewn dice
over a concrete lawn.

Will you remember all of this?
Appalling fall, the tender kiss
of flame and pain and bliss
of being spread over the wall.
The red wall, the red wall, the red wall.

It was your first breath,
or was it your last breath?
In amneosis,
screaming to let them know
that you have arrived here.
Why are you crying?
You’re supposed to be happy,
you’re supposed to be happy here.

Is it all you remember,
the red wall?

I had something I wanted to put here, but I don’t remember what it is anymore. Where’s my head at, anyhow. In any case, here are some brand new old recordings of the rough kind. They’re all MP3s, pardon me for not also posting OGG Vorbis.

Everything: a sort of acoustic balad type thing going on here. Recorded with only one crappy mic in a basement somewhere.

February: the subject matter is sort of ironic and not as topical as it could be, but we’ll let that go seeing how I wrote it last year, not this.

Nothing: insane ramblings. Not sure what I was doing here.

Rattle and Hum: this is what happens when I decide I am a Goo Goo Dolls/Barenaked Ladies hybrid tribute band.

Back in the Day: this is what happens when Jars of Clay inhabits me and I have delusions of Hasseltine.

Enjoy!

I hung out with my sister today, and whilst doing so, wrote this song. Originally it was going to have violin in it, but hey, violin is not an easy instrument to play.

The song itself is a reflection on the scripture that says, “The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, blessed be the name of the Lord.” Which I think, in my quest to become a better child of his, is the only way to avoid becoming resentful.

God, Can I Thank You [MP3]
God, Can I Thank You [Ogg]

The lyrics are as follows:

God, can I thank you for the glass between my toes?
Lord, can I thank you for the way these muscles burn as they grow?

God, can I thank you for the way you break these bones?
Oh, how they’re aching like they have ever since you brought me home.

God, can I ask you for something, if I may?
Oh, I don’t deserve it, but I’ll ask you for this favour anyway.

Lord, if you’ve got time, could you catch this thing I throw?
Keep it in your hands; it’s so precious to me, but I think you know.

God, can I thank you for the things you take away?
Oh, I am learning how to live under your scalpel every day.

Here, for your listening pleasure is short song I wrote, something I might possibly develop someday. I blatantly stole the title from Nickel Creek.

Why Should the Fire Die? [MP3]
Why Should the Fire Die? [Ogg]

As it turns out, the latest round of recording has finally produced – gasp – a song. You can click the links below to listen. I’ve uploaded it in MP3 and Ogg Vorbis format. Again, this is a pretty rough cut. Cut me some slack, will ya?

Mourn [MP3]

Mourn [OGG]

Enjoy.

Edit: fixed those links.

Edit 2: on an unrelated note, I think I may have tiny little crush on Riot Becki of the Pipettes. In Britian and in a manufactured indie pop band (when did that start happening?) nevertheless, I fear it will be a short-lived thing. I just can’t get past the polka-dot dresses.

I threw a little something together at work today. Don’t worry, it’s no masterpiece. This is basically a really short song that doesn’t have any purpose other than practice for me. It consists of a drum loop I threw together, a Ben Gibbards acoustic guitar intro looped and distorted, several audio samples of famous people saying famous things, some hand drums played by American Indians, and some Mid-east Asian guy crooning something or other.

You can download or listen by clicking here.

This is a song I wrote about five years ago. It’s rather depressing, so consider yourself warned!

Horse [you can click here to download this song]

Also, the file is quite large. Because the song is quite long.