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| Hm. Three years ago. Interesting.
So I've been writing songs like mad, confined to this one dusty corner of my basement with my instruments. I have four finished so far, with something like three more half-finished, and countless other ideas bouncing around half-formed in my brain. Two of them are recorded and sound kind of okay for all the more time I put into them. I've gotten over some of the hatred of my voice, though no, I haven't stopped smoking. Most of the reason I hated my singing was because I didn't know my range. I still don't really, but I'm working on it. Perhaps I will set up a myspace account for my music soon.
Nothing else left to say. So it goes, so it goes.
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| I've finally realized something. I'm free. I am totally and completely free.
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| Well happy fucking congratulations
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| And so, with a grand total of three songs(two of which are instrumentals) finished for it, I have decided to call the next CD I put out Detachment Therapy. The first song is called Ern Malley's Blues, the lyrics of which are as such:
And she said "if you've got any melodies pent up in your chest just let them out before they dissipate"
And you said "it's not so easy to sing my dear when the whole world seems to bring me down"
If you always argue and fight well you're bound to be proven right.
But will you say "I told you so" to yourself in the mirror?
The morning after you realize there's nothing behind your eyes
and the sallow skin you live in is just an elaborate disguise
you've gone and left yourself for dead but you're still alive my friend
now go enjoy it while you can.
And she said "If you've got any memories left inside your head well don't let them drown in all your misery"
You're giving me answers to questions I haven't asked, you think but don't say, what's the point anyway?
And it's that attitude that makes everything so much harder for you.
you need something to change your views, something that I can't give you.
And she said, "if you've got any dreams left in yer heart please baby get out of this town
It'll suck you dry, and I'll wonder why you never took any of my advice.
You always look so down, and I hate to see you wearing that stepped on frown
And I know you want to live too, at least as badly as I do, but do you? Do you? Do you?
I know you'll say that we've got plenty of time to live and explore this world.
And all I have to say to you brother, is maybe we do and maybe we don't.
And that's all I'm going to reveal until the CD is finished. Which will probably be like a year from now. Lame, right?
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| There is no feeling more glorious in the world than finishing a new song. That burst of creation, it just makes me feel like I am on top of the world. I definitely have to record a new album soon. It's the only way I can really get these past couple weeks off my mind. If I don't, I'm going to turn back into the person I used to be when I was a sophomore in high school, and nobody, I mean NOBODY needs that. If you don't believe me go back and read some entries from 2004-2005. It's disgusting. I reeked of teenage angst worse than a dozen Nirvana fans, but I don't even remember why I was always so upset back then. Blame that on the reefer I guess.
Alright, so maybe catching the ice cream truck when you're really high is a better feeling than finishing a song. The effects don't stick around quite as long though.
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