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Monday, October 3, 2011

Bye for yesterday

Good bye for yesterday
As the shards of smiles float in slow motion
hanging in the air
Like could never care
Like a tender leaf floating on the ocean

Good bye for today
On the twilight of the fold
Like Janus in September
not caring where to go
So sure, so sure

If you please a chair
It don't kick back at you
If sell your charm on away
No one would bother you.



Saturday, October 1, 2011

Poems vs lyrics - Writing good lyrics.

Where music is inspiration
Poems are supposed to be expression
Where music is for the people
Poems are for the self.

Poems are lyrics too
And poems are much more personal.
However, there's a difference between writing the two
-while writing a poem, we are only aware of ourselves and the poem.
-but when we write lyrics, we often think to ourselves in our minds that we are creating a social product here. And this keeps us constantly aware of this thing, as to whether we're writing it 'correct' or not.

This is what makes the difference come out clearer.
You may write a poem and not show it to anyone.
But you always write lyrics so that you can sing them out.

In Order to Write Good Lyrics, the main factor to be kept in mind is that a song is firstly there to please yourself. You write a song, so that you can satisfy yourself. To create music.
So let it be for yourself and about what you feel best. And try not to force it to sound like anyone else.
Let a song be easy and laid back, rather than trying to make it folk, or bearing unnecessary mythological elements and things that you dont necessarily feel about.

I have always revered jimmy page's lyrics. They are always about strange things that mostly haven't happened in my life (except since i've been loving you) ,but I find them so cool. Yes you can find them cool too. But it doesn't mean that you have to write like that. Maybe they got famous because he felt those things in reality and they were not random. They probably felt that in the 70's more..what do we know. So you dont have to write about the same things as your favorite musician writes about.


The best lyricists write about their personal feelings ,and they add their style to that, which is generally acquired by observing other good lyricists, and some parts are even inherited from them.

Like Kurt Cobain's lyrics always talked about something that has to do with disagreement with the behavior of people at that time, and about being low and helpless. Its because he actually felt these things very strongly in his life and these were in fact what drove his entire life and all his actions. He grew up being bullied and living in a place where no one really liked mainly art as he did. And then the divorce of his parents and living at relatives place or even on the street. We can clearly see the lyrics of 'sliver' coming from that right? And he actually had lived alone under a bridge once. And we have a song about that too. 'Something in the way'

So its Completely ok to let yourself flow in order to write rad lyrics.
If you're into hard rock. Your lyrics dont have to be about killing and 666 necessarily.
Even Ozzy Osbourne wrote about stuff that really carried him.
Like his song My little man , was about what he felt for his son, Jack Osbourne who was 10 yrs old at that time. Now you wouldn't call that theme as hard rock, would you?
Think again. Cuz that song "Fucked shit up". The guitar solos in that song were so rad as fuck.
That that song truly became a heavy metal legend.

If you feel lonely, or hurt, or if you feel like using a lot of 'if's' ,do that
cuz the lyrics have to be what you feel.
If you feel sad, write it. If you feel cheated. Hey, write about it.
You're not alone. Kurt Cobain has been there.
If you feel you miss a girl. hey bro, write it as much as you want.
Placebo has been there. Special Needs.
If you wanna write about love ,but are afraid that the song won't turn out metal enough cuz of the lyrics,
then write about love. Don't worry. Metallica has been there. Nothing else matters, was about james' girlfriend.

There are no constraints to writing lyrics bro.
Just take a page and pour down all your feeling onto it.
And then refine it in your favorite style.
Fit a badass solo in it.
It will be a very rad song.

Write from your experience. and from the heart.

Catching your fav writer's style.


You can always like someones style and incorporate it in your own writing.
To do this, simply take a paper and write down your fav lyrics in your own handwriting.
Its important to write them in your handwriting. Your mind subconsciously begins to believe that you can write that way too. And you get to know about a lot about their technique of lyric too.


Good luck with writing some great lyrics . be yourself. Dont sell out.
There will be many people who will have felt the same way as you in your life. And your song will rock them.


(some of Kurt Cobain's handwritten lyrics)



Some links to articles about good lyric writing:


Thursday, September 29, 2011

Immersed in a pillow of smiles

Today I slept on a pillow of smiles
and though I did not completely sleep
I feel yellow lilies on my cheeks
and flew in deeper to deeper smiles.

on the wings of the afternoon.
Where blossom covers darker gloom
Fresher and whiter, my thoughts they ring
like chords of the lydian, of happiness sing

in the noon of rusty thoughts
oh how this breeze arrived
I will often now take out some time
To sleep again, on the pillow of smiles.



(Photo of a cloud taken from the top of a hill)

I've recently gone through some stressful time. . and today I felt good. It was like the lydian mode in guitar, feather light, happy and dreamy, like Joe satriani's - Rubinas blue sky happiness. Thats what inspired me to write this poem. Thanks to pk.

Today's blog post was powered by: Led Zeppelin - Going to California.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

The Crush at love street

There is a crush on the wall at love street
Where bro's would hang around , and do BMX stunts
The sunlight would be orange
And the thumping of basketball endlessly marked the boom-box beats

Now here lies litter, and an array of tin cans
In one of which , resides TC the top cat, and in the other, benny
The wall was sprayed bleak gray, destroying all the rad graffiti
What happened to the football head who wore a sweater over his shirt

At night, the cats take over, prowling ,and fighting..
over balls of paper which were once someones letters for someone.
Everything that would be white is pale yellow in the day
Every hour is winter, and every other day it rained

There is a crush on the wall at love street
And no one to take care of it
There is Purple Haze all around, and I don't know If I'm coming up or down
Am I happy or in misery? Whatever it is, that girl put a spell on me.
                 

Today's blog post was powered by: Cranberries - Salvation

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

The secret day

Today was the one day of my life that I would number with a name.
This is the  'immaculate' of september 2011

It was like the description on the first page of 'the fountainhead'. Where it says "a frozen explosion of granite burst in flight to the sky over motionless water. The water seemed immovable, the stone flowing..."

Today I have lived my life.
On this day, I have really breathed air


Today I was alive and safe
In the shady avenue of natures kingdom

Where 'morpheus' that I dream of in the night
was no more than a scribbled word on a piece of paper

Have you ever felt the body of Gaia?
Lay back on her crust and let your breath seep deep into hers.

And she will breathe into you, that which was awaited since birth
The crude earthy spirit of the eastward zephyr

When you touch your palm to the earth, And kiss the earth with your lips and without a care
Just do it, when you need to feel yourself.

here I proclaim,
that every moment you touch the earth with pure intimacy of a lover, is claimed by her
and it will be a closed memory, permanent ,and written on the scroll of time,everlasting
such memory, you will remember, and without regret;
that which will re-establish within you a power that is indomitable and a spirit-unblemished.

(Bumble Bees hummed under the sun as I clicked this picture)


 
(Do you listen to your footsteps when you walk?)


 (somewhere a broom is drearily sweeping the broken pieces of yesterdays life, And the Wind..Cries Mary, )

Today's featured song: Luxumburger queen - Placebo.

Song that powered todays blog post: Ke$ha -Take it off.

Monday, September 26, 2011

Robert Plant drawing

Robert Plant, after finishing with photo colors.




Terminal Frost (Poem)

robert plant drawing

Those rose flavored tears sliding down your scar free ego

Hold no quarter for me;

For whenever I think of you

I can feel a deep sensation etching my spine






I am suspended, in this void of rose scented priced ice crystals

When the northern winter blows past my soul

I can hear no man of the wise land ,waiting to liberate me

they are all busy, contemplating you .









can I ever be free lady. from the things you do to me

when have I ever said a word about pain

in this acid. i can breathe like I did yesterday, when I climbed atop a hill

you were not there. But your sister, I missed.








My life lays sprawled before my eyes.




(Robert Plant sketch that I did at home last month:)