When.
syncopate
a stop and a start
tick tock heart;
I.
bite marks
and blood stains
give me a cigarette, please.
Go.
and excoriate
to make sense
of the stillness and
the stasis
of an ever frozen still frame.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
if you listen to corrinne may's "save me" for the 3rd time you will realise that its a song that grows on you. except that its mold.
ms may, if i may be blunt, you simply cannot even begin to compete with lyrical heavy weights like tori amos and damien rice. neither is your vocal enchanting, because its so thick and deep that what comes out is rather throaty to be really earnest. sure, you are a good singer, but really, loopy lyrics and the overtly-deconstructed bridge and then the immediate skipping to the chorus in a higher key is something that 80s and 90s song writers grew out of. i'd thought Berklee taught you better. and i'm trying my very best to remember the best, catchiest line from your song, but all that comes up are snippets of something of sweet something something save me. its somewhat radio-friendly, but its sure like a TV Mobile ad. blink and you'll miss it. and you won't be missing it sorely as well if you actually caught it.
its rather a pity that the song you released as a single is poor, because there are genuinely some good lyrics that you had written for the other songs. i don't know about the sound though, i've never heard them all really. but if first impressions are anything to go by i'd predict that you would continue to produce albums for a little while but you'd probably get nowhere and then get really tired of the indie scene (not that you are indie enough anyway because you sound too mainstream) and then go into a soporific semi-retirement state of teaching music to snobbish fat kids who stained your piano and guitars with their grubby digits, or teaching literature to an assortment of unimaginative wooden secondary kids-happy-zombies in Singapore.
its just too bad that you aren't really talented enough. but its ok, maybe your kids might do a little better. then again you can flip open the Life secion of Straits Times and you will understand that it will be at least 20 years before the there is enough subculture to groom good artistes.
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l'effet de papillon.
arrêtez le début. je vous mettrai par les pas. vous tisserez, vous développerez, et prendrez le vol en matin couvert de rosée.
une tache floue chromatique. dans la joie grandiloquente et splendide. mais, arrêt d'arrêt vous avez un coeur de chronomètre. vous avez essayé de commencer, mais vous vous êtes arrêté.
quelqu'un d'autre prendra vos ailes très légères.