Music/Musician

01-30 Bump in the Night

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Drone, clink. Buzz, drip.

Whine, whir, click.

Knock, bang, slam, zip.

Slide, scratch, grit.



Rhythms running rampantly rejoice to hear the sound

of all the instruments of noise gathering around

to play for us a symphony, a cacophonous dirge

rousing us from doldrum dreams to fill us with the urge.

Some will smolder sullenly, snarling at the choir

of cracks and cricks and stomps and beeps with murderous desire,

while others lay obliviously tuning out the din,

and many try to overcome the voices from within.



Drone, clink. Buzz, drip.

Whine, whir, click.

Knock, bang, slam, zip.

Slide, scratch, grit.



Timbers tempting temperaments to flare, they only mean

to do what they were made to do, or happen by routine.

I for one will let them write a song inside my mind

to join my dreams, or consciously to let them be combined,

quarreling quietly and quaking into song,

a gentle lilt that carries on and plays along

with every thought that dances deftly on its toes,

inviting friends to join the waltz, and so it goes:



Drone, clink. Buzz, drip.

Whine, whir, click.

Knock, bang, slam, zip.

Slide, scratch, grit.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

My friend detests the sound of the bathroom fan. I'm rarely bothered by ambient sounds.

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01-25 Rhythmic Fruit Preserves

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We don’t care about our

stale music repetition.

We only want to find the next,

the new incessant rhythm.



Idea flow

harmonize

compose

redirect

restart,

conglomerate

compare

contrast

destroy,

pick up the pieces.

Put them back together

in a sand shatter harmony

to the tempo of background radiation.

Change the signature as time changes states

and keeps the trains on time.

We are the conductor.

All aboard!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

We had practice, and the only song we really played well was the one we were jamming out, trying to figure what goes where in a new song. All the old songs just kinda went blah.

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I Don't Want the World (Just You)

I never really seem to think about the things I say to you

Life gets in the way, and I just don't know what to do

I can't save you from me, and I just don't know right now girl

...can I choose you over the world?



Overtime I hope to see what things I can do without,

and as life starts to rear it's head a whisper becomes a shout

Nothing can stop the road we're on anymore

Unless either one of us decides to close that door...



But there's something you should know...

about how far I'm willing to go.

You see...I don't want the whole world.

I just want you...

oh yeah



Always have I longed for a girl just like you

Someone who understands me instead of one without a clue.

Even as life tries to interfere I won't give in

because I'll do anything...you can believe it...



and there's something you should know...

about how far I'm willing to go.

You see...I don't want the whole world.

I just want you...



I promise you that I'll be there through the very end

I'm not perfect, but for you I'll try and try again

I've prayed for this for so very long, and know this is true

even through right or wrong I'll be there for you...

but there's something you should know...



Oh, there's something you should know...

about how far I'm willing to go.

You see...I don't want the whole world.

No I don't need the whole world!

Of all the things I could have...

I just want you...

only you...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I am writing this, take from it what you will...it isn't about anyone in particular, but well, i guess it could be if she turns out to be that person...but I meant more for it to be about when you find "the one", and you finally know for sure...how one would feel then...ya know?

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Tom Jones

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Music

I find therapy in my music

It's my true love



When I feel I've lost my strength,

It makes me stronger

When I fear that my actual heart may break,

It is my heart

When I desire to take myself away from this place,

It is my paradise

When my soul has lost it's feeling,

It is my soul

When I begin to doubt a higher power's presence,

I can't help but feel it again through each and every note



Music shall forever hold the key to my heart

It's my everything

And without it I fear I am nothing

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