Voided of any feelings, seemingly at bliss.
I begin to reach into the magicians hat and pick out an emotion
Ostensibly at random
An anti-climax of sorts
Is the bitter-sweet truth starting to sink in yet?
I’m not sure.
The tangy after taste that this confined state leaves me;
It’s only the repercussions
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(following lyrics where omitted from the song)
the ones that I have chosen to receive
However, doing just and just the opposite
They’re not altogether completely different things
And the opposite of the latter; that’s what it was
Conversely, turning into something it never should have been
And it bore repercussions
Voided of any feelings, seemingly at bliss
I begin to reach into the magician’s hat and pick out an emotion
Ostensibly at random
My hand reaches for the card
Ridden through shadows
It reads; Acedia
The what was previously somewhat haphazard nature
Of the previous affair
Points to the fact that I am not blind if I choose to see
Although usually I do not do so, unaware of these facts
Protecting that embrace?
To the other
Since it swims gradually away from me an till the other)
And you don't seem to understand
A shame you seemed an honest man
And all the fears you hold so dear
Will turn to whisper in your ear
And you know what they say might hurt you
And you know that it means so much
And you don't even feel a thing
I am falling
I am fading
I have lost it all
And you don't seem the lying kind
A shame that I can read your mind
And all the things that I read there
Candle lit smile that we both share
And you know I don't mean to hurt you
But you know that it means so much
And you don't even feel a thing
I am falling
I am fading
I am drowning, help me to breathe
I am hurting
I have lost it all
I am losing, help me to breathe
Composed by Riuz-Pipo. It's the first quarter of the song. It gets so epic that it's too skillage for me to play. I might upload the rest once I learn it.
A 'presequal' of sorts for the other 'for two lutes' song. These pieces were both originally written for lutes, as you'd think the name implies. I always imagine 'toy' as two magic lutes finding toy robots and then in 'lesson' the robots turn evil and chase them down. But it's a happy ending with rainbows at the end tho. :/
Couldn't be bothered doing a mediocre at best attempt at singing, but just the few chords that I recorded are genius. I interpret the songs lyrics about a 'boy's sexuality, and it's struggles.
Two-headed boy
All floating in glass
The sun, it is passed
Now it's blacker than black
I can hear as you tap on your jar
I am listening to hear where you are
I am listening to hear where you are
Two-headed boy
Put on Sunday shoes
And dance around the room to accordion keys
With the needle that sings in your heart
Catching signals that sound in the dark
Catching signals that sound in the dark
We will take off our clothes
And they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine
And when all is breaking
Everything that you could keep aside
Now your eyes ain't moving now
They just lay there in their climb
Two-headed boy
With pulleys and weights
Creating a radio played just for two
In the parlor with a moon across her face
And through the music he sweetly displays
Silver speakers that sparkle all day
Made for his lover who's floating
And choking with her hands across her face
And in the dark we will take off our clothes
And they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine
And when all is breaking
Everything that you could keep aside
Now your eyes ain't moving now
They just lay there in their climb
Two-headed boy
There is no reason to grieve
The world that you need is wrapped in gold silver sleeves
Left beneath Christmas trees in the snow
And I will take you and leave you alone
Watching spirals of white softly flow
Over your eyelids and all you did
Will wait until the point when you let go
dareka ga suki da
anata mo suki da
motto gyutto kyori o
umetemiyou yo
hataraku no ga suki da
saboru no wa koi da
etto potto koko de
sugoshiteitai yo
haruka tooku ni yuutopia ga mieru yo
kimi no hitomi no onsen ni hairoo!
tamashii goon to chaimu o utareta nara
(utarechattara)
ubuge fuwafuwa doriimu naderareta nara
(one one some one one one one) susume!
setsunasa horori no mannaka inukaretara
(inukarechattara)
kurubushi guriguri hone ga kanjiteru nara
ase o kakimashou
Some chiptune music I made using MilkyTracker. I kept the piece relatively simple since I'm still learning how to use the program. { Tags : Chiptunes, Video, Game }
I just started learning this piece right then, so I've only got a page or so into it, but I haven't taken a recording of my guitar playing in a while. Any feedback or constructed criticism is welcome. Yes I am playing it a tad to fast, and I got the dynamics wrong.
Rainbows engulf the sea;
Its shadow embodies itself as an ouroboros – yet these,
Remain unhunted.
Silver clowns reign among the circus tent.
Yet in reality, they are the prisoners.
And the caged lions that they whip,
Struck for no purpose.
Rainbows can too be view as a single colour.
Clouds raining among the over-drenched summer;
They aren’t contrasting, rather, complimentary.
One white leaf stands astray from the others,
All differences aside, he reconciles and finds peace,
In a glassy meadow, with one’s reflections as clear as a night,
The leaf is drowned in a metropolis of city lights,
It is then that he might realize how the river’s flow has come to cease.
A yellow shimmer of a broken heart;
What passion, let us hear it, has been evoked, awoken,
To sew this glass tonight?
If prefecture is perfect, then why do I feel alone?
If a lights purpose is to remove all fears then,
Why do they shine one distinct colour?
Grassy hills bear trees and fruits,
Longing to survive, we grasp onto the truth,
Longing to be awoken, slaves compose songs bearing flute
Melodies, rhythms; yet they’re emotionless, stagnant
For the lights in the machines eyes shine’s all
But that of judgements.
Lie, atop this broken slide
Blood-stained and mutilated
Working working, To uphold an idea
Yet these workers were also born on branches,
So can we not summon our arms, and thrust them against our own trees?
Or rather, plant their seeds in various environments, in
An attempt to understand each-other once more?
Surrounded by green; money, grass
Are the two ideas so different, so as to be met so hesitantly,
When the rivers we once floated on are connected at last?
Why shouldn’t’t gold become flesh? Or flesh, gold?
Why shouldn’t alchemy like this be practiced?
For we’re all sailing to the same place, we’re all living the same day
And the colours we bear are in fact, not white and black but
Blue and Grey
The clouds that are above us, and the sea that is beneath us,
Reflect our true selves and our true desires.
The ocean is an illusion, and just too is the sky,
The lights we all hold are ours alone, and all shine our own colour.
