Buildings

Standing up
Standing tall
World spinning
About to fall

Construction workers
their loud clacks and clangs
their drilling and screwing
hammering and pangs
destroying the silence
creating the wall
of blue-tained glass
one thousand feet tall

Higher and highter the new building rises
Blocking the sun, erecting the towers
a lightheaded feeling
the building must know
from nothing to giant the baby must grow

Steel rods, metal hooks
glass windows, tile floors
new lighting, new wires
new paint on the wall

Standing up
standing tall
world spinning
about to fall

years later, much older
the building still stands
glass crusty
metal rusty, no mother to care

People walking
people talking
the building withstands
bums pissing
cats hissing
the building's cradling hands

Young man
life in pieces
knows the one true escape
ichi soshite
ni soshite
san soshite
Jump.

Huzzah. Lyrics with no music?
I'll work on it later.

Edit: Decided that this will be a sort of half-sung rap. I'll come up with another chorus to sing...or have Niisan translate a bit to Japanese and sing that?
Yes. :D

One day I'll put this to music...

November 29, 2008

Weather I'll sing it or not is a completely different story.

The soundtrack in my mind
Ever playing, constant loops
You see,
There's a glitch..
Sometimes, the music flips
And intertwines the chords a bit
Making two, even three songs into one
One big, glitchy song
Of Beatles and Raindrops and Death Cab and ...music
Music takes me away
To a place I didn't know was there
Until I found it (Well, duh)

You see, I'm a cynical person
Overly analytical of everything I do
I think I screwed up somewhere...
not sure where though.
I want a parrot...not really.

I wish I could put some of my funny moments...
into a giant webcomic. But alas,
I've no talent.
Though talentless people can make webcomics too, I guess.
I'd try...but no wacom, no scanner...
I'm making up excuses now.

The soundtrack of my--wait, I've done that.
You see, there's a glitch in me
it makes me cynical
and intertwines the chords a bit
not sure where though
To a place I didn't know was there
I'd try...but no wacom, no scanner
I think I screwed up somewhere
..intertwining the music a bit into..
a giant webcomic.
I'm making up excuses now, I suppose
But you see, there's a glitch in me.

A song? Or perhaps a poem?

November 25, 2008

Poetry?

Inflexible

Stiff in movement, rough to the touch
Steel pipe for bone, cable wires for muscles
Feet drag, no lift, knees don't work
hands lie, not limp, but motionless
Head still, no movement, not even muscle twitch
for cables do not twitch

Look forward, no perefials, almost blind
Listen not, no recognition, nearly deaf
No thought, only to breathe
in...
out...
in...
out...
Smell nothing, senses refuse to work
Salivation impossible, a disease?

Heart pumping, but not emotionally
checked out, no returns, gone for lunch...permanently
Emotions dead, no love
no hate, no grief, no thanks

Inflexible,
stiff in movement, rough to the touch
checked out, no returns
no love, no hate
in...
out...
in...
out...
ikiru.
Shi.

I haven't decided what category this should go into...Hmm

String Matrix

June 23, 2008

You know, if I ever actually put any music to my songs, I'd have something to put on my stupid music page that's going NO WHERE in a heartbeat :D

Okay.
Here ya go.
Newest song~Dedicated to Wolfe

String-Matrix

Let me take you through the forest of my mind
Flowers and Foldgers
Never know what you may find.
Tit for tat
This for that
What do you think of that?
What do you think of that?

Been here for hours in the sauna of my mind
Towels strewn about,
The steamer may go blind
Tit for tat
Tit for that
What do you think of that?
What do you think of that?

(chorus) I think it means we live in a world of made of string
So many, so many, tangled-up strings
Puppeteer, Puppeteer, gimme your hand
Let's all untangle our tangled up land

I'm getting lost here in the maze that is my mind
Don't know which way to go
I wonder who'll find..me...
Tit for tat
Tit for that
What do you think of that?
What do you think of that?

I found an out here, in a corner of my mind
A bit of door here,
Dotted by an exit sign
That bit of tit for tat
That bit of this for that
Here's what I think of that...
Here's what I think of that...

I think it means we live in a world of made of string
So many, so many, tangled-up strings
Puppeteer, Puppeteer, gimme your hand
Let's detangle, retangle, shetangle, metangle, wetangle, this land

Woo.

Pi-r Squared.

March 14, 2008

Pi r squared

Pi r squared, No Pi r round
Who gives a damn, let’s talk this out
Pi r squared, No Pi r round
Who gives a damn, let’s just make out.

Study buddy, over here
I need some help with number queer
I understand the problem right
Won’t you please stay late through the night

Pi r squared, No Pi r round
Who really cares, let’s just act out.
Pi r squared, no Pi r round,
Who really cares, I wanna shout

Tutor, Tutor, over here
I need some help with number queer
Did I get that function right?
I’m sure I’m gonna pass, alright.

Pi r squared, No Pi r round
Who gives a damn, don’t make a sound
Pi r squared, no Pi r round,
Who gives a damn, let’s twisn’shout

Mentor, mentor, help me please?
I need a study pal to tease
He’ll help me with my equations
But only when we’re not kiss-un’

Pi r squared, no Pi r round
Who really cares, I’ll make you proud
Pi r squared, no Pi r round
Who really cares, let’s just rock out

I passed my test, I got a star
I knew you could help me go far
I got a "C" it’s not that great
I think you should stay over late

Pi r squared no Pi r round
Who gives a damn, let’s act this out
Pi r squared no Pi r round
Who gives a damn, let’s work this out

Buddy, Tutor, Mentor, sir
About this here, I’m just not sure
I need some help, homework’s a drag
But hey, who cares? We’ll lallygag

Pi r squared no Pi r round
Who really cares, I got this right
Pi r squared no Pi r round
Who really cares, you’re here tonight

~Another song with a melody? Porque?

Bury Me In Yellow

March 12, 2008

FINALLY!
I've put a melody to some of my lyrics XD
Here's the song:

Bury me in yellow and throw a big parade
Hand out cotton candy and relive the last decade
I want to see no one crying as I head into the sky
All I want is laughter that shoots up 10 miles high

Funerals are celebrations
So why must we all cry?
Let’s live the way of the Africans
And sing them to the sky.
Funerals are celebrations
So why must we all cry?
Let’s live the way of the Africans
And sing them to the sky

Bury me in orange and throw a tidy ball
Get those funny men on stilts standing 8 feet tall
I want to see no one crying as I fly into the sky
All I want is laughter that meets me 10 miles high

Funerals are celebrations
So why must we all cry?
Let’s live the life of the Africans
And dance them to the sky
Funerals are celebrations
So why must we all cry?
Let’s live the life of the Africans
And dance them to the sky

Bury me in taffeta pink and throw a fantastic party
Hand out gifts and snacks and love eat a meal so hearty
That everyone is too busy smiling to cry me to the sky
All I want is laughter that nudges me 10 miles high

Funerals are celebrations
We must never cry
Let’s dress up like the Africans
And dance them to the sky
Funerals are celebrations
Who said we should cry?
Let’s party like the Africans
and sing them to the sky.

Painting pretty pictures

November 19, 2007

Wish NOT Fulfilled

If I were a painter
I would a paint away the anger
with pretty flowers
and abstract shapes
and oddly-shaped people
who smile fake smiles
and frown fake frowns
made of charcoal and pencil and ink and paints

If I were a dancer
I would dance to tell a story
of life and death
of reoccurring dreams
and imaginary people
who smile fake smiles
and frown fake frowns
made of wrist-flicks and toe-points and leaps and sashays

If I were a musician
I would write a song so blue
you will cry in spite of you
telling of smoky bars
and silly clowns
and drugs and sobriety
and people who smile fake smiles
and frown fake frowns
made of candies and words and bribes and money

Painting pictures of imaginary things
Dancing dances of imaginary scenes
Singing songs of imaginary friends
Living in my own imaginary world
with people and things that smile fake smiles
and frown fake frowns
made of charcoal and wrist-flicks and money and life.

~More...music?

Questions for answers

September 20, 2007

Sinking sun
Gulping water
Breath-taking beauty
Sudden darkness

Pine forest
soft ground
refreshing smells
a new mystery

Questions for answers
Answers for questions
Knowledge isn't everything
Creativity is

Crystal castle
mystic and glowing
a beauty fit for gods
a new adventure

Empty rooms,
spare small galaxies
tastes of ever-lasting knowledge
an amazing story

Questions for answers
Answers for questions
Knowledge isn't everything
Creativity is

The grand room
atop a tall tower
feels smooth to the touch
a grand sight

A crystal vase
inside a rose
within a magic seed
of who you are,
who you were
who you will be
Questions for answers
Answers for questions
Knowledge isn't everything
Creativity is

Inside the seed
I see my past
I hear my future
I feel the present
I taste the possibilities
I smell the success

Questions for answers
Answers for questions
Knowledge isn't everything
Creativity is

~Yet another melody-less song

Mask?

July 23, 2007

maichou ni, okite, okite
Go through routines so familiar, so comforting
sekai e mukou mae ni, "mask" wo kazukete
A mask that shows the world, not who we are, but who they want us to be.
Who "They" are, we never really know.
hibi no reiten wo shikakete-
Walking, riding, learning, teaching, yelling, screaming,
laughing, crying, eating, walking, riding,
Resting. Resting. nemuri.
aru hi, saikuringu ruuchin chuu ni, nanka ga kaeru
dare ka to deatte?someone special, [someone special.]
mata atte? planned this time.
yukkuri mask wo nugou to shite, tokubetsunin wo miseru tame ni
hontou no anta wo. True you
jikan ga tatsu ni tsurete, itami de, mask wo nuide,
mata no wo mitsukete
mata no wo
mata no wo
mask ga kowaretakara, tokubetsunin wo oshinokete
itami de, kowareta mask de, nigedashite.
asa ni, okite, okite
Go through routines so familiar, so comforting
sekai e mukou mae ni, saki no"mask" wo kazukete
kowareta, kudakareta, sloppily fixed
hibi no reiten wo shikakete mite-
Walking, riding, learning, crying, teaching, crying, yelling, screaming
crying, laughing, eating, walking, riding, crying. Resting. Resting.
kurushimeta nemuri.
tokubetsu no hito ga kaette kite,
yougu wo motte, ryouchi yougu wo
tokubetsunin, yasashiku mask wo nugasete
sarawareta. jiyuu na.
Freedom.

~The song without a melody.