Posts Tagged ‘#songwriter’

Short and more to the poetry side. I am a salesperson at this time. I imagine the words came from the need and/or ability of the sales person to show the glitter and hide the mud when demonstrating a product. It is easy to show a hundred things to back up a lie, but you can only find a few things to verify the truth.

Looking in the wrong place
Always at the wrong time.
Following right behind confusion.
She’s an old friend of mine.

Defending when I do the wrong things
In the right way.
Only doing the right thing
If I was paid.

Tired of Waiting for the Sun to shine.
I will light a giant torch and be on our way.
Always depended on friends of mine.
I have often been a burden,
But not today.

The answers seem hidden. Only if you look away.

I used to be the enhancer, the decorator.
The fixer with the mixer.
Never uncertain.
Another man behind the curtains
.

Science, not magical.
Mystical, not theatrical:
You will not hear me.
You will never see me.
I am the no one, behind everyone.

Tired of Waiting for the Sun to shine.
I will light a giant torch and be on our way.
Always depended on friends of mine.
I have often been a burden,
But not today. The answers seem hidden.
Only if you look away.

Defending doing the wrong things
In the right way.
Only doing the right thing
If I was paid.

Defending when I do the wrong things
In the right way.
Only doing the right thing
If I was paid.

Tired of Waiting for the Sun to shine.
I will light a giant torch and be on our way.
Always depended on friends of mine.
I have often been a burden,
But not today. The answers seem hidden.
Only if you look away.

Another oldie here. My lyrics and poetry often reference religions and their associated topics and phrases. Since my early adulthood, I began my rapid change in direction from an altar boy in the Catholic Church studying to become a priest or other station toward atheism. These are concepts most people around here recognize. My habit of stating the obvious does not reflect well on most religions as their flaws can be felt worldwide.

Even islanders from eons past knew there are other lands. Birds would cross continents in yearly marathons in the air. Most of us in the US know so little about anyone or anywhere not contained by its political borders. Beyond the ocean is of little consequence to many here. That leads me to consider what I would be like in a place with no rivers or lakes. How could I survive a frozen tundra or tropical swamp? If evil were the ruler would I want to live in torment? Would I be in a prison for the rest of my life? We judge from so far away on many levels and the laws of man are easily corrupted.

Even the shortest journey
Has A Thousand Ways to stumble.
You fall, you Get Up.
There’s no need to be humble.

Years of effort and planning
Have A Thousand Ways to crumble.
The clues are all there;
Just listen to the rumble.

There’s only one way to build
And A Thousand Ways to fall down.
Lessons, from mistakes.
From cave, village and town.

History has shown us man
Still A Thousand Ways a clown.
You just left her there;
The bride in her wedding gown.

We tell our children all the rules
With A Thousand Ways we ignore.
Terrible choices
Eons and eons before.

Years from now you will find yourself,
Reliving more than A Thousand Ways.

A million decisions from billions of choices
Each one sings a melody, like a line from a song;
There is only one way to do it right
But A thousand Ways to do it wrong.

When you do all that you can
In A Thousand Ways you restore.
You will be happy when you look back
And see so much left to explore.

Another set of lyrics that started out more of a poem. Stating the obvious again, it appeared to me many people search for the perfect one overlook the very person they are seeking. Even in 1981 I knew how easy it was to underestimate the importance of relationships and great friends. We will all find out eventually that we were just a bit too late. The commercials of the day are responsible for the rest of the lyrics and I am not sure if they mean anything at all, but I like the idea of a glass of tears.

Again using Dolby Atmos for the spatial audio mix, I have another song for you to listen to. Using headphones will give you the best dimensional effect, though the speakers will also reflect some clarity and each instrument or vocalist will be heard a bit easier and clearer – more distinct.

I imagine this to be similar to being in a small crowded room with lots of people talking. It is hard to make out any of the conversations going on around you. Now, Imagine the room much bigger and everyone spaced further away from each other and you. Now you can hear conversations and know who is laughing or singing. Something like that. Instead of mixing so all the instruments are ‘sitting on top of each other’ in the stereo field, the listener can be part of – or completely removed from the sound scape. We can now give the listener the illusion of sound coming from anywhere in the ‘room’ we create.

Here is another song I wrote and recorded recently called “The Dream”. The spatial effects in Atmos do indeed, give a new dreamy sound to the mix.

MIDIMike

A combination of being tired of people close to me complaining all the time. Like they have to work so hard to do what everyone else clearly does (without complaining, I might add). The verses are about the mechanics of it: you have to get up. No one will do it for you. It does not come easy. I get teased about everything going in my favor or how lucky I am or how amazing it is that things go my way all the time. I prepare. I plan. I gather tools and energy IN CASE an opportunity opens up. When it does I will be ready and start planning for the next opportunity, not knowing what it is. I save. Maintain my tools and equipment. Label files and folders. Back up my drives. To them this is wasting time. OCD. Nerdy. Geek stuff. To all I say again, “the geek shall inherit the Earth”.