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this recording is from 2017 and i really should record some of the more recent stuff ive written but here have another e.e. cummings poem that i turned into a song:
nothing false and possible is love
(who's imagined,therefore is limitless)
love's to giving as to keeping's give;
as yes is to if,love is to yes
must's a schoolroom in the month of may:
life's the deathboard where all now turns when
(love's a universe beyond obey
or command,reality or un-)
proudly depths above why's first because
(faith's last doubt and humbly heights below)
kneeling,we-true lovers-pray that us
will ourselves continue to outgrow
all whose mosts if you have known and i've
only we our least begin to guess
An old song, maybe from 4 years ago, that makes no sense as most of my songs don’t! But I’m kind of glad I procrastinated this long because I finally figured out how to edit voices.
Lyrics under the cut:
I can’t really say what you look like
I don’t even know if you’re there
The skeptic I am tells me this cannot be real
But some part of me doesn’t careÂ
Often I feel like I’m missing
A piece of the puzzle at hand
All that I want is to prove or dismiss this
But somehow I don’t think I can
I don’t wish I could see, but I wish I could know
If my senses are right or if my brain is putting on a show
A touch, a glimpse of a shadow moving in the shade
A voice, a feeling that comes as quick as it will fade
I want to understand
Why I can feel your hand
The lights in my vision are fading
But they dance and spin nonetheless
I cannot tell if it’s you or illusions
And that’s why my thoughts are a messÂ
These stories aren’t things that should be real
Fiction should stay in your head
If I told someone, there’s no way they’d accept it
They’d think I’m crazy instead
I don’t wish I could see, but I wish I could know
If my senses are right or if my brain is putting on a show
A touch, a glimpse of a shadow moving in the shade
A voice, a feeling that comes as quick as it will fade
I want to understand
Why I can feel your hand
But I wish I could see, cause I wish I could know
If my senses are right or if my brain is putting on a show
A touch, a glimpse of a shadow moving in the shade
A voice, a feeling that comes as quick as it will fade
I want to understand
Why I can feel your hand
i did post an ancient version of this like 7 years ago, but this is the full SSA choral piece that i wrote up earlier this year. our director finally put together the virtual choir stuff so i thought id share this at least
original poem by e. e. cummings under the cut:
what if a much of a which of a wind
gives the truth to the summer's lie;
bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun
and yanks immortal stars awry?
Blow king to beggar and queen to seem
(blow friend to fiend:blow space to time)
—when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,
the single secret will still be man
what if a keen of a lean wind flays
screaming hills with sleet and snow:
strangles valleys by ropes of thing
and stifles forests in white ago?
Blow hope to terror;blow seeing to blind
(blow pity to envy and soul to mind)
—whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees,
it's they shall cry hello to the spring
what if a dawn of a doom of a dream
bites this universe in two,
peels forever out of his grave
and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?
Blow soon to never and never to twice
(blow life to isn't: blow death to was)
—all nothing's only our hugest home;
the most who die,the more we live
was talking to someone about music so i might as well post some music that i just... never got around to posting. this was one i wrote for other brain in 2018.
lyrics under the cut as usual:
I have a good friend
He puts tape on his fingers all day
He’s always gotta work
So he never has time to play
And he gets kinda sad
When he has all those things to do
But I want him to know
That I love him even when he’s blue
Blue, blue
I have a good friend
And he lives a hundred miles away
But we both can’t drive
So our only option is to stay
And I hate being far
But we always find things to do
And I love him so much
Even when sometimes he’s blue
Blue, blue
I have a good friend
And he doesn’t always act the same
I know he doesn’t mean it
And I know he’s not to blame
And I feel kinda bad
Because I don’t know what to do
But I’m always gonna love him
Even when he’s so, so blue
Blue, blue
I have a good friend
He’s the best thing that’s happened to me
He showed me all the things
That I never thought I could be
And know, no matter what
He’ll be there for me, yes it’s true
And I love him all the same
I love him and his blue bits too
Blue, blue
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My cousin and I recorded this cover for our grandma this Christmas, since it’s her favorite song. I finished mixing it a couple of weeks ago but just never posted because I kept forgetting.
I think this might be my favorite thing we’ve ever done.
im not actually sure if my cousin uses her tumblr account anymore but im using her url anyway.
it’s been a while since the last time we could sit down and record something and it’s getting harder and harder to find songs that we both know to record but this one has been on the list for a looong time.