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| I was kind of (really) congested so this recording features a pleasant nasal quality. Which kind of fits what the song is about. Maybe. Built backwards from a couple lines in the middle of the chorus. A bit of a departure.
Thanks to Joydita S. for cello interlude and effects.
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Something More
(Click to listen/download)
They say I have too much emotion
Ever since I tempo-rubato'd the Bach
But why my heart took a più mosso notion, when I met you
Why my cowlick fell over in shock
My still-a-child brain didn't know
What my heart started shouting in fortissimo
(CHORUS)
Maybe you'll shoot me a glance
That I'll imagine or not
And if not then I'll try and make sure
That's when I'll jump at the chance
To show you that I like you a lot
Or maybe I'll say - something more
I rejoiced when you answered smiling
Yes, you were free tomorrow at five
Then for the next several weeks we were Jane Austen-styling
We were acting out love stories, live
At the same time my voice wasn't where
My feelings were dancing ten feet in the air
And all at once we heard the clock strike
A quarter till our final goodbye
What I felt then was urgent or chilling or even like
The cuckoo had a glint in his eyes
I think that was when I understood
What it takes for forever, even knocking on wood
(...or take the fact I'm alive as my cue...) | | |
| Decided to write this one day in spring when a classmate of mine in History of Ideas II (Roman and Christian thought) described to me how one of our texts -- Lucretius' On the Nature of the Universe -- was getting him down. The verses reference class discussions and sections from the text; the chorus references Roman writer Cicero's ultimate failure to "achieve" happiness despite his statements on the subject. Apologies for the messy, too-folksy vocals.
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Hey There Venus
(Click to listen/download -- Thanks, Victoria!)
(Book 1)
Hey there Venus, honey my glass
Filled with this wormwooded genius, I'll feed to the class
Although you're high and mighty, on your unruffled clouds
But that's the same insighty that we're talking about
Yet these atoms and vacuums in their infinite field
With no purpose or center lack a certain appeal
(CHORUS)
(What I'm saying is) Lucretius
Please just
Leave us
Alone
(I know you want us all to) Be serene
But it remains to be seen
That you're any happier than Cicero
(Book 2)
Then there's this calc-based notion of matter and space
That's all a shameless promotion of your civil case
Where you relate your relativity and call it profound
But if we throw creativity from an uttermost bound
It either bounces or travels another ten feet
And either way we've got to admit defeat
(Book 4)
Of course you know that our senses cannot be denied
As clear as people with jaundice see through yellow eyes
So you'll deduce, if unconvincingly, the mind is to blame
Cause even optical illusions remain a brain game
Just know if licorice atoms cause your tongue misery
That your taste buds are telling the truth, yesiree
(Book 4/5)
Let's get this straight, you think that love is something we should avoid
But all your hauntings and heartaches sound a bit paranoid
And then your talk of self-deception and pretty rank paramours
Sounds more like bitter reminiscence of the ones who were yours
In the end this serenity's an unpleasant affair
What with those flimsy old goddesses who don't really care | | |
| (Influences: "Twilight" by Stephenie Meyer, II Timothy 1:7-8, recent personal experience.)
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Vampire's Sins
When you walked through that gust of wind
When my eyes turned you cerise-skinned
I breathed to heart
How your blood red
Made my throat ache
Made my mind dread
How you stepped slow but far too close
How your scent pushed me past eros
I seized my thirst
And pinched it down
I couldn't breathe
Or think, and found
That all that I could do was run
Away until my thoughts were done
With your allure
And I'd be sure
That this was love and I'd come to
The point where we would not kill you
What I did when I ran from here
What I saw in my kind of fear:
I thought of you
And hopelessly
Tried to forget
Your taste to me
But then I felt this psyche-flame
As if a Holy Spirit came
To burn me clean
And soundly heal
Me where I would
No longer feel
That all that I could do was run
Away until my thoughts were done
With your allure
And I'd be sure
That this was love and I could see
The point where we would not kill me
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| Overheard this morning; this only took about ten minutes, because all I had to do was write it down.
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Present Progressive (A preparatory beat)
Son, I'm leaving.
That's present tense,
So I've not yet left.
Daughter, I'm going:
I will be gone,
In a future to be.
Man, we're married.
But might not stay
that way, maybe.
But it's all not yet.
So why are you all
leaving, and forcing
the going, divorcing
of me?
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| Because I said her name......and then fell in love. Something like that. Performance note: to be sung shyly, but without losing energy. Lol.
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Calla Lily (Conversations with Plants, No. 2)
Calla lily
Wrap your wing around me
And like that old Pentecost
Warm my heart through the frost
Calla lily
Calla lily
I think I lack purity
'Cause next to your sunny soul
My heart's a midnight black hole
Calla Lily
Calla lily
Though light and dark we may be
We'll in the cool of our dreams
Have heart to rest in our means
Calla Lily
Calla lily
My heart says thank you
My heart says sorry
My heart says 'love you
Calla Lily
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