New song lyric: "Assembly of Birds"
FinsburyParkCarrots
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I'll record it tomorrow. I just wrote it, now.
A white bark eucalyptus, jade in hazy petalled bloom
Held summer’s first assembly of songbirds, making room
In boughs and hollows, peaks and shallows, perching to keep ear
And learn the songbird prophet’s first predictions for the year.
“My feathered ones!”, this wise one chirped atop the albens crest,
“All nomad souls who seek the carve in bark, and not a nest:
We’ll wing our caged friends our minds together as a wave,
That they might free themselves and show each modern man a slave.”
“We’ll learn the human tongue and tell them who’s a pretty boy,
But soon we’ll speak the Word against their scientistic ploy.
We’ll see the squawking of each Dawkins stops, to hear our song
We’re taught in open flight, our maker crooning us along.”
“Hear this! We are a friend to man and yes, we might be meek and humble,
But when we speak the word of Soul, we make man’s boasts a mumble!
If man cuts down the trees for greed, then how can he ascend?
Come, teach this foolish ape the truth, and save him from his end.”
The songbird prophet bobbed his head, and all began to sing,
Each stretching one small leg aloft and lifting up a wing.
They made a cloud in thousands, swirling gold in midday air,
Making bold their prophet’s first predictions for the year.
A white bark eucalyptus, jade in hazy petalled bloom
Held summer’s first assembly of songbirds, making room
In boughs and hollows, peaks and shallows, perching to keep ear
And learn the songbird prophet’s first predictions for the year.
“My feathered ones!”, this wise one chirped atop the albens crest,
“All nomad souls who seek the carve in bark, and not a nest:
We’ll wing our caged friends our minds together as a wave,
That they might free themselves and show each modern man a slave.”
“We’ll learn the human tongue and tell them who’s a pretty boy,
But soon we’ll speak the Word against their scientistic ploy.
We’ll see the squawking of each Dawkins stops, to hear our song
We’re taught in open flight, our maker crooning us along.”
“Hear this! We are a friend to man and yes, we might be meek and humble,
But when we speak the word of Soul, we make man’s boasts a mumble!
If man cuts down the trees for greed, then how can he ascend?
Come, teach this foolish ape the truth, and save him from his end.”
The songbird prophet bobbed his head, and all began to sing,
Each stretching one small leg aloft and lifting up a wing.
They made a cloud in thousands, swirling gold in midday air,
Making bold their prophet’s first predictions for the year.
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Hear this! We are a friend to man and yes, we’re meek and humble,
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Can't wait to hear it.
it's poems and songs like this that remind me how amazingly talented y'all are on here.
Cheers to all you beautiful writers!!
I don't get on here often, but when I do, I really learn alot from y'all. Thank you, my mentors.
I've been working on this for the past twelve hours. It's about fifteen minutes long! Layers and layers and layers of layers. I'll try and put up a draft tomorrow.
http://www.myspace.com/finsburydemos
The reason why there's not much happening for the first five minutes is, that's where the vocals and chordal guitar will live. Everything after that will stretch out!
(Note for later: it'll probably be all done by the time you read this.)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xPjmQnc12Us
If you want to hear the audio recording in better quality, you can get it at Megaupload, as a .wav file:
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=H1HOA4FE
(Warning: it's over 300MB.)
Change the word "prediction".
"divination", maybe, for 3 syllables.
or, for two syllables, maybe,
"forecast".
"omen" might even work, but that might change more than a word.
i shall go hide now.
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i screwed up.
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Cheers, gue!
Cheers. I was wondering how you were to pull all that off in song after I first read the lyrics, and "prediction" was the only place I think I saw a weakness in the performance of said..pulling off of...it, the piece.
I'll shut tfu now.
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"divination" is more vowelly. hehee.
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Now, I've completely remixed the song again, with all the levels low. It no longer distorts in the wrong places.
I've deleted the Megaupload .wav and will put up a new one, soon.
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=AQM7BTOE
To download the file, type in the three letter code to the left of the download box, in the box.
I was thinking about this, in relation to Eliot's idea of the auditory imagination, but then I am drinking real poteen right now:
http://jbj.wordherders.net/318/archives/002027.html
Is the preference of one synonym over another cultural? Is it to do with what vowel sounds or consonants invoke a deep rooted memory? Something Jungian? Take medieval romance poetry: there are lots of hard, cutting consonants there, and those fuckers were always training to cut people's heads off! Seamus Heaney wrote a good essay on this, called "Englands of the Mind", a few years back. Like me, he is an Irishman and a cultural code-switcher.
I think it's a musical thing. Ed's voice dictates his vowel-heavy lyrics, I think. The similar Jim Morrison baritone probably gets away with more for the oorgan-beat time. Lennon and McCartney with the Beatles and after were much wordier than either. Maybe it is a cultural thing.
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Hey man. You are Thee Writer in these parts.
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Vowels are easier to sing on than consonants because of the shape of the mouth and the way air can move through vowels longer if you want it to. To make a percussive consonant sound, the air has to move quickly and the sound is shorter. Many times consonants are put onto the words at the last moment after the note is done.
And then you get Dylan.
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I want royalties.
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Ah, but he does it much better. He doesn't sound like a parish vicar, when he does it.