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Tuesday, July 29, 2003
you shine like i wanted to shine
posted by rosebleed @ 1:14 AM
"Stained my eyes, can't wash it away Poison in my mind, hopeless strain, upstairs is the instrument of my disposal Where i'll hold my future in my trembling hands...
i hold you close to my body, and take comfort in your sound and you shine like i wanted to shine but now you will finally grant me release...
you are the pain in me the thorn that makes me bleed the callous that never leaves, you are a piece of me..
you are the invader of raw emotion rape my emotion and try to hide this harmonious bullet that you put inside you are my lovely six string suicide.." -the drive
I hope to play this song on wednesday...
I hope someone comes to watch me play this song on wednesday...
  
Friday, July 04, 2003
fairytale dreams...
posted by rosebleed @ 7:49 AM
that song, among others (and a few other things) put a thought into my head... now, I let go of my delusions of fame a long time ago, I've learned that you don't have to sell a million records to have people who listen to you... but as I sat there recording some old songs that I wrote years ago (although I wrote several of my current songs in the same time period, they're really, well, bad) I was just thinking "wouldn't it be cool to record all these and put them on a cd as like an extra thing, just something special for people who really want it," but it reminded me that there's no one that would want it. That's something you have to earn, for people to say "I'd love to get my hands on some early material from her" and it's really hard to see myself getting from where I am now to that point. All these people at the Veruca Salt board (which is like a second home to me cuz I'm that lame) tell me that I should believe in myself and I shouldn't give up, but let me tell you, it's really hard to take yourself seriously, especially when you haven't written a decent song in over a year... I don't know, I just want to be able to play really long sets and stand on stage and talk too much and have people trading my rare mp3s and bootlegs, but that's what real fame is, and as I said, it has to be earned. I feel like a broken record because I know and often say that I have to work really hard for the things I want, but I want them to just happen, I'm so not cut out for this... Tell me what I'm doing wrong?
"will it ever come like it did for you?"
  
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