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Tuesday, April 07, 2009
the things I love, they make me real
posted by rosebleed @ 3:13 AM
if I could stay here for just one moment I could muster up the gall I don't feel safe here but if I wander off, I promise not to fall
pack your bags and walk the streets alone not knowing where to go when I look back I see so many wrongs (although I can't stay here) but if I'd never left my doorstep (I know I can always sing your song) would I've ever sung your song
(all this time's been passing me by) I don't know why I cannot find myself (don't know why I cannot find myself) I guess I'm lost in the twilight don't know why I try to hide behind the things I love can't make me real (can they make me real)
so I'm not terribly happy with the last part of this and I'm not sure how well it goes with the rest of the song (lyrically), but it's catchy as fuck and I can appreciate all the random things that sparked it (even though it sounds vapid and clichéd). and something barely worth mentioning-- the "make me real" line reminds me of sheryl crow's "solidify," which I haven't heard in years but always creeps its way into my head.
I think it's funny that I've been listening to a (small) number of ska bands for nine years and it only takes a few weeks of listening to the flatliners for me to write a ska song. ok, so jim says it's not really a ska song because it's not "happy" chords, but it's the first song I've ever written with an upstroke guitar part and it's much faster than what I usually write (ska is hard to play and makes me realize how bad I am at guitar). posting this journal entry is probably a death sentence for it though, since every time I post the lyrics it takes me much longer to finish the song. wish me luck so I can post it and say, "look! (listen?) my first fake ska song!"
5/24/09
look! my first fake ska song! ok, so it's just a crappy video and it's missing a lot of parts that are in the real recording of it, but you can get the jist of it from this video. I showed my mother the video and she told me she didn't understand it, musically. I found that amusing (nothing against her). reminds me of something JR (from ltj) said on his CT Mafia label, "No matter what, if your demo sucks, DON'T SEND IT!! If you don't know if it sucks, ask your parents. If they like it, don't send it."
anyway, here are the rest of the lyrics. I'm a total nerd for writing these odes to my favorite music (and on that note I want to clarify that "sweet dear" is not about a person, it's a reference to Veruca Salt's "Victrola"). this song still isn't finished to me though.
when the coast is clear (if I could stay here) I'll finally find a new sweet dear (for just one moment I could muster up the gall) and I can't live without these things but I can't live my life through them
and I'll find you when the coast is clear (I don't feel safe here) I'll finally find a new sweet dear (but if I wander off, I promise not to fall) and I can't live without them but I cannot live life through them
and I found you when the coast was clear (here's to staying out too late) I finally found my new sweet dear (and stumbling into every state) and I can't live without you (that I can bring myself to) but I cannot live through you
and I know it's never really clear (and I'm used to staying up too late) what'll happen after it leaves my ears (and sleeping in late every day) but I can take what silence (stagnance) brings 'cause I can always sing your song (I know I can always sing your song)
don't know why I cannot find myself (if I could wait here for one more moment I could wander off alone) (don't know why I cannot find myself) I guess I'm lost in the twilight
don't know why I try to hide behind (don't know my way here, oh I am out of place and out of places to go) the things I love, they make me real (won't make me real)
  
Monday, February 16, 2009
but what if I can never feel anything more than this
posted by rosebleed @ 3:31 AM
when you can't stop speaking in second person and you can't fight falling for imperfect fiction and you can't help hiding behind the hypothetical and you can't, won't, worry about what once was critical
I hope the alliteration is obvious enough that I don't need to point it out, but it's funny because it wasn't initially intentional.
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the sound of my burning heart spills in the air the song of my aching lungs envelops my ears and all I can hear is what isn't there
this was inspired by something that anthony green wrote in a myspace bulletin, of all things, just don't ask me to recall it now.
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oh, and I posted a song on the veruca salt board, so I guess I'll post it here.
heart (celebrate you), read about it here
  
Monday, December 03, 2007
has it always been so out of hand?
posted by rosebleed @ 4:32 AM
and all I can think is this wasn't supposed to happen oh I waiver so much that I'm starting to notice a pattern if I set my standards low will I still feel it in my bones and how far can I expect this to go (and all I know is I can't bear to go)
suddenly it seems so familiar every time I run for the door energies I waste in retreating to quieter ground (over and over and over and over again) every side of my cage must face the sound (noise I can't escape, in or out)
how evil of me to use sound as a metaphor for something bad. shame on me. I'm actually really mad at myself for those last two (well ok, four) lines, because I didn't want to bring that sentiment into this song, the whole "no matter what I do I'm fucked" mentality. but I loved the wording, despite the way I jump from idioms to a random metaphor. anyway, I didn't like this song much at first, but of course it's grown on me. I just wish I would stop writing such harsh things (at least it seems that way to me). I sampled a super old song here (the over and over line), which got me recording super old songs for fun. I'm not doing the world any favors by saving these things...
11/10/08
and all I can think is this wasn't supposed to happen oh I waiver so much that I'm starting to notice a pattern if I set my standards low will I still feel it in my bones and how far can I expect this to go (and all I know is I can't bear to go)
suddenly it seems so familiar every time I run for the door energies I waste in retreating to quieter ground (over and over and over and over again) every side of my cage must face the sound (noise I can't escape, in or out)
and all that I feel is laced with an unspoken yearning to see what would be if I evaded this constant reverting and all that I know is I can't be there to give my all at once (and all that I know is I can't ignore all that was) I wish it were fair that I cannot bear it all (I never forget a note)
nothing has changed, I stand inbetween freezers and flames and all I contain will never be matted and framed and every last inch I try to give is filled in with empty space (and here we go again) there's so much more I'm not prepared to face (why is it so hard to just declare my place)
and I have never felt so far away from you (don't you feel it too) but I will hold you close as I have grown to do (like this weight is pulling me to be finished with you) if I wake up every day feeling sure that I could stay is this ever going to go
this has been done for a while now, but I can't for the life of me think of a title of it. I want something that has to do with being pulled in two different directions, opposites. when I record a song I usually take one word from the lyrics and use it as a working title, the problem is I get so attached to that word that nothing else sounds right to me. the word in this case is "pattern," but it's really not a sufficient title, it doesn't satisfy my strict requirements, haha. the awful scratch recording of this might end up on purevolume as soon as I can think of a name...
  
Friday, November 23, 2007
soundtrack of our lives
posted by rosebleed @ 10:29 PM
go here to hear a cover of Less Than Jake's "soundtrack of my life" that was done by ericcc from the Less Than Jack board, which is now graced with my mediocre vocals. I spent much more time on this than I should admit, and as I said on the board, "I don't have anything nice to say about this, but I hope you like it." but really, it's a lot of fun and eric did all the other instrumentation-- which sounds awesome.
if you hate myspace, you can download it here.
(I should hopefully soon record vocals over eric's cover of "independence day" as well, so when that's done I'll post that here.)
  
Friday, August 03, 2007
someone inspire me or claire, the uninspired
posted by rosebleed @ 1:35 AM
what's to say that we could ever be the same and what do I know anyway we can't move on from here if I can't feel a thing
I'm so tired of being unable to decide oh will I ever find it in me to call it a night oh I can't say that it's not worth it I can't say that it's not right I can only say that I have no more will to fight
I wrote this a while ago in some half asleep haze and just rediscovered it. I have another song I'm eager to post, but it's not ready yet, it's confused and still sort of in the concept stage. I've been really lazy with my guitar writing lately, and I keep repeating chord progressions and vocal melodies that go with them. would someone remind me that I love playing the guitar and that there's much more I could be doing with it than a standard/overused chord progression with the same strumming rhythm that I use in every single song I've written since "falling"? that's half the reason I want a band (well, maybe a quarter), to bring out my creativity on the guitar, but I'm so unconfident in my guitar skills at this point I would probably be ashamed or embarrased to play with anyone who was any good at their instrument. not that I expect to ever get a band, or to do any of the things I had planned for my life, but I never stop hoping.
  
Monday, May 14, 2007
"and don’t tell me not to reference my songs within my songs"
posted by rosebleed @ 2:57 AM
no pain, you say as I lie on the floor bled and bruised I can't even breathe anymore (no pain, you say) but I can still feel the pain (lying on the floor) of having had to lose (slain and stabbed, you slew me)
I can still feel the waves crashing over me I can still feel the weight pushing down on me I can still feel the rain washing over me I can still feel the pain I've been gathering
no pain, you say
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and I wasn't gonna post this one, but what the hell, excuse the bad rhyme scheme:
could I have been the one to save you if lines could be redrawn, would I change your view would time be overturned if you came to would fires cease to burn, and waters fail to move is there nothing I could say in my last words to you if a rose is a rose and can't be changed into blue
  
Friday, March 09, 2007
I have a giraffe on my shirt.
posted by rosebleed @ 12:54 AM
I can't sing right now and it's hell (sore throat). right now my voice belongs in a bad american idol audition that everyone would laugh at and be so amused by because exploiting people and pointing out their weaknesses and stomping on their misguided dreams is fun (especially when it's so obviously staged).
did I just say something about american idol? I'm terribly sorry. really I want to attempt a notification thing for my new posts so my non-existent readers can read my bitching right when I post it. right now it doesn't seem to be working. :(
6:54pm
ok, right now I'm testing out feedblitz.com and considering using a google group. I know I'm wasting my time, but what else is new.
3/12/07
Warning: semi-techno-babble ahead. I set up the notification through feedblitz, it has some drawbacks, but it's pretty straightforward, you don't need to sign up for anything, you just have to type in your email address, you can unsubscribe easily, and the emails aren't too ugly or anything. it checks once a day for updates to the journal and sends out an email if there are any. only problem with that is, if I go find a typo in some super-old journal entry, I'm gonna fix it, and it'll probably consider that an update and send you a link to the entry, and you'll be all: wtf, there's nothing new here! but I'll try to keep that to a minimum, and this is not always a bad thing since I do go to old entries and add things to them (ie. this entry right here). I set it up so you can't read the entry in the email because I don't want to take any traffic away from my site (this is why I didn't do the group thing, blogger has this thing where it will send new entries to an email address you specify, so if you send it to a group address, it goes out to all the group members, just incase you were wondering how that was supposed to work). I think I have the option to put in a footer in the emails and may put in some exclusive links to mp3 files or something, I'm not sure yet. because it only sends out emails once a day, I haven't done any full-fledged testing of this yet, but I'm pretty sure it's good to go (hence me putting the form on the page), to sign up for it just click the subscribe link under the archives. and again, I know that not many people read this journal (I should assume that since I don't have many comments, I don't have many readers), but it's sort of designed to increase the reading of the journal, and maybe I have a few silent lurkers out there, who knows. I usually try to avoid posting boring website entries like this one, but sometimes I can't help it, since I'm not only a mediocre musician, I'm also a mediocre webdesigner/developer.
but, back to something relevant, I can sing again! at least, for the most part. so I am very grateful for that.
(speaking of typos, this whole thing has given me some incentive to proofread, to avoid making a million edits to an entry, and I fixed two semi-ironic typos, both of which I make all the time, one being "type" instead of "typo" and the other being "sign" instead of "sing". I'm all about irony, even when it's as incredibly pointless as this, so I just had to share that. I'll shut up now.)
5/14/07
oh, and apparently edits don't show up on the notification emails. oh well, that could be a good or a bad thing.
  
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