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10:43 am, question from kaiserwilhelm, answered by verbositykilledthecat1 note Comments

A new song from Color Radio.  This one will eventually have a string arrangement, that is once I finally decide to work on it, and a much much better mix than what I just did in 10 minutes.  Plus better vocals than the current scratch vocals.  I still can’t figure out why Jon decided to sing the first verse in an operatic style, with him you can’t leave him unaccompanied in a studio, unless of course you WANT over a hundred tracks to mix.

05:09 pm, by verbositykilledthecat Comments

*After eating popplers*
Fry: “Whoa, they are great! Mmm. They’re like sex, except I’m having them!”

09:31 pm, by verbositykilledthecat Comments



hipsterpuppies:

eegor has mixed feelings about wes anderson and made a flowchart to prove it
[photo via sonya p]

hipsterpuppies:

eegor has mixed feelings about wes anderson and made a flowchart to prove it

[photo via sonya p]

04:40 pm, reblogged from hipster puppies by verbositykilledthecat431 notes Comments

Lyricsamania!!!

So I’ve found one of my books of lyrics back when I actually used to write frequently; which was during the time from after my sis passed away, and during and after the break-up of what I would call my first serious relationship.  Some of them are sort of depressing, but others are sort of hilarious, if you happen to find misfortune funny, which of course I do, especially when it happens to myself.  After all if you can’t have a good sense of humor about things when they go wrong, well..  

I find it interesting reading this book, because as with a lot of the music that I’ve written I can find a direct correspondence between what I was writing and certain life events.  Basically a journal if you will.  Anyways I’ve decided that I would post a few selections for the heck of it.  They haven’t been read by many so I thought I would share.

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This first one was written shortly after my younger step-sis Laura, whom I was very close to passed away back in 2005.  Many people don’t realize that I had a younger sis, mainly because I usually don’t mention it upon meeting new people for a few reasons.  It can be depressing to talk about, and can definitely create some awkwardness for others, causing them to offer apologies which simply really aren’t that genuine. And honestly I would never expect them to be genuine since they really don’t know me at that moment.  Also because of the method she died (suicide) it’s not exactly something I like to bring up, since it can reopen some old wounds and questions that have never been nor likely will ever be settled.  I guess the reason I am bringing this up now is because recent life events such as my Grandpa passing away has caused me to reflect upon that period of my life.

A thousand questions I’ve failed to grasp

Swimming amongst an ocean of a thousand masts

A departure, I’ve failed to embark, so I’m stuck here

A hundred years, I begin to fear

Without you here

This mourning (morning) has lasted a hundred fortnights

But the sun has gone, it’s cast it’s last light

The time has past, even the stars cease to last my dear

If the stars fall tonight, I would hold you near

If only you were here

Song of the swan, heard only once, then it’s gone

ephemeral breath, a second’s rest, a new dawn

Seconds we waste, the hours I’ll wait, an eon

just count the days, the time will soon come

It seems I’ve come upon quite an impasse

the sand I’ve wasted it’s become unsurpassed

appreciate, and emancipate your love from me

I’ll sail the seas, live forever free

But I’ll never forget thee

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From that time on forward, I sort of became a recluse and completely straight edge (without the label of course)  while purposely spending all of my time working 60-70 hours a week while going to school full time.  Needless to say it probably wasn’t the most effective method of mourning since I did this for a straight 2 years until I was 21, at which point I started to transition back into a more normal schedule and life.  Also for some reason I was really into Philosophy while attempting to find a sort of self spirituality during this period, which my writings reflected.  Here’s a few excerpts.

This is one I never quite finished, but it’s pretty explicitly clear what I was writing. 

I am searching for the answers you cannot find

with corporal minds

A greater purpose, free of temporal binds,

soon I’ll divine

I find this one humorous while some others could find it depressing.  This is one of the few that wasn’t written as lyrics to a song.

The solitary ant walks alone,

heart trapped within a carapace,

a heavy burden, rendered from stone.

It doesn’t realize it is nothing,

just a molecule in the ocean,

a grain of sand lost within it’s desert home.

Am I really any different?

Aren’t we all but delusional ants,

searching for a purpose, the proverbial throne?

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This next one was written during the young, naive, love-lust period.  I still actually like the 2nd line.

And all the world, well it revolves around you,

And when you’re gone, the polyphonic sunrise is mute,

Then the seas cease to flow, the wind fails to blow,

the heavens shatter, and crumble to stone,

And so all the world, I’d give to you

Hahaha what an idiot.  Jeez.  After the first break-up I had the notion to write a stupid song, record it with my awful singing (especially at that time) and then leave it on her car.  I guess it was my version of the whole movie scene where I show up by myself at some public place with my guitar and sing some sweet sweet ballad while simultaneously sweeping you off your feet.  I think in real life that would only end in bad things, like the cops being called, being arrested, and then being viciously mauled by a barrel full of monkeys.  For some reason apparently my method actually worked.  Luckily I made sure that no recordings of this song survive to this day, but here’s an excerpt of a verse/chorus.

All my life

I’ve been waiting for that single moment

where I lose all fear.

could someone

save me from this fate? I’m drowning

in a lake full of tears

You saved me 

with a kiss, when I woke up that morning

I could have conquered the world.

I don’t know the future, or whether (weather) it will be storming

we’re just painting life’s murals

Chorus:  (sung with plenty of fist pumps, raised lighters, and Scott Stapp’s sweet sweet baritone voice)

I’ve lost my way without you,

Don’t worry about tomorrow the sky will be blue

If it’s gray, I’ll paint it with an ocean’s hue

If that fails I’ll still be there just to hold you

Awww how sweet.  But apparently it worked for a period of time.  My next song had only one line.  Most likely yelled over a caterwaul of screeching guitars.

I don’t know you can’t be the one for me

Here’s the last one that I wrote shortly after the last break-up.

I’m packing my bags, I’m taking my leave

from absent minded epiphanies

Of the past behind that I failed to face

to the life beyond that I couldn’t taste

I cast the sails, I cast the mast

I cast it all, for a second chance

Failing that, I took to the seas

wherever I row, well it’s beyond me

(Bridge 2x)

Over the seas, the crest torn apart

the grass and seeds, of a life born at war

All the sirens they call my name,

a wondering friend, a’walking feign

The sea wasn’t enough, I took to the skies

exploring the heaven’s indivisible nigh

a beautiful painting, a stark contrast,

a series of frames, that never last

(Bridge 4x)

I’ve amassed the fortune, I’ve amassed the fame

Like Magellan you’ll remember my name (Side Note: Change this. sounds like bad rap song..)

But the lone journeyman, without his Queen

is but a beggar, a dethroned King

A desolate life, not one at his mass

a lonesome reading upon his epitaph:

I conquered the world, I conquered the stars,

I conquered everything, but the heart.

After I wrote this one, I moved to New York for school, and sort of found my escape from the previous relationship.  I haven’t written any lyrics since then, but really got into purely instrumental music.  That’s starting to change now, especially because I have a little more confidence in my voice.  Perhaps my next post I’ll post a chronology of some of the music I’ve written spanning back to my highschool days.. (trust me this sounds pretty awful…)  Anyways, for now I need to either work on the string arrangement for a Color Radio song, or perhaps work on a minimalist dance number I’ve been working on.  

Until next time…

11:16 pm, by verbositykilledthecat1 note Comments

Probably one of my favorite songs ever. I especially love the refrain.

Squint skyward and listen
Loving him, we move within his borders
Just asterisms in the stars’ set order

We could stand for a century
Staring
With our heads cocked
In the broad daylight at this thing
Joy
Landlocked
In bodies that don’t keep
Dumbstruck with the sweetness of being
Until we don’t be told 
Take this
Eat this

Told
The meteorite is the source of the light
And the meteor’s just what we see
And the meteoroid is a stone that’s devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee

And the meteorite’s just what causes the light
And the meteor’s how it’s perceived
And the meteoroid’s a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee 

04:58 pm, by verbositykilledthecat Comments



dealbreaker:

You’re An American Apparel Model
Okay, so we’ve been dating for a while now and you have yet to put pants on. I’m sorry, but I can’t introduce you to my family while you’re wearing a see through mesh bodysuit. I just don’t think my grandmother would appreciate an up close view of your vagina. Just a hunch I had. Ugh. This is really hard for me to say, but- I’m sorry, can you cover your nipples for ONE second? This is kind of important. I don’t think this is working out, and- no, I don’t know where you can get some more coke, but that’s sort of the prob- it’s really hard for me to have this conversation with you when you’re writhing around on the floor like a sexy jellyfish. Use your bones like people do. Also, you’re always rubbing your eyes and looking bewildered like you just woke up from a nightmare. Have you been sleeping on the floor again? Oh, this is pretty troubling, but you seem to have a habit of yelling “Dov!” while we’re having sex and then bursting out laughing and THEN crying. You know that’s not my name, right? And how many “corporate retreats” does your company take you on? You’re always leaving for days on end, and you always wake up in dingy basements. Your “job” is starting to sound like you’re just being routinely kidnapped every few days. Well, I guess that’s it. I actually feel a lot better, thanks for finally listening. Babe? Sweetie? You okay? Oh shit. Oh no! Wake up! Does anyone have any cocaine? Perhaps a Polaroid camera? Some sugar free Red Bull, maybe? Get me a flash drive with Girl Talk on it, STAT! A life is hanging in the balance!

dealbreaker:

You’re An American Apparel Model

Okay, so we’ve been dating for a while now and you have yet to put pants on. I’m sorry, but I can’t introduce you to my family while you’re wearing a see through mesh bodysuit. I just don’t think my grandmother would appreciate an up close view of your vagina. Just a hunch I had. Ugh. This is really hard for me to say, but- I’m sorry, can you cover your nipples for ONE second? This is kind of important. I don’t think this is working out, and- no, I don’t know where you can get some more coke, but that’s sort of the prob- it’s really hard for me to have this conversation with you when you’re writhing around on the floor like a sexy jellyfish. Use your bones like people do. Also, you’re always rubbing your eyes and looking bewildered like you just woke up from a nightmare. Have you been sleeping on the floor again? Oh, this is pretty troubling, but you seem to have a habit of yelling “Dov!” while we’re having sex and then bursting out laughing and THEN crying. You know that’s not my name, right? And how many “corporate retreats” does your company take you on? You’re always leaving for days on end, and you always wake up in dingy basements. Your “job” is starting to sound like you’re just being routinely kidnapped every few days. Well, I guess that’s it. I actually feel a lot better, thanks for finally listening. Babe? Sweetie? You okay? Oh shit. Oh no! Wake up! Does anyone have any cocaine? Perhaps a Polaroid camera? Some sugar free Red Bull, maybe? Get me a flash drive with Girl Talk on it, STAT! A life is hanging in the balance!

01:37 am, reblogged from DEALBREAKER. by verbositykilledthecat1,379 notes Comments

So I probably shouldn’t be uploading many of the new tracks here, since we want the album to be a bit of a surprise… But who am I kidding, no one actually reads this anyways.  (No offense to the 4 people that do) Besides I actually think that having your whole album “leak” before it’s released is actually a great marketing ploy,  Grizzly Bear used it to great effect with Veckatimest.  

Anyways the temporary title of this one is: Tambo Rambo?

Disclaimer: We tend to come up with temporary titles for songs as opposed to naming them Song 1, Song 2, etc.  They are often just inside jokes or words that somewhat describe an element of the song.  Though sometimes they stick, as is the case of the song Newest News off our last EP.  Which in that case was named because it was the newest new song, though now it actually makes sense with lyrics. 

03:30 pm, by verbositykilledthecat1 note Comments

A premix with scratch vocals.  A strong contender for our next albume!!

Possible title:  Vespers

03:20 am, by verbositykilledthecat Comments

I absolutely love this commercial.  So clever and moving.

12:53 am, by verbositykilledthecat Comments