“For all these songs speak of love. But they all sound the same.
One for hate.
One for loss.
One for passion.
And the names go on. Then will we tire of words?
Or better yet, our emotions?”
I like songs that have good choruses. But if it doesn’t…or has a pointless succession of words with no intent, I’ll probably forget it.
I’m not sure how the radio charts (meh) are doing right now. But I’m sure it’ll be doing the same thing like the past ten years.
Thankfully, my life has been all pretty depressing, bright, random, joyous, and crazy.
But the chorus? Has been the same. Maybe essentially.
Never just one genre though.
(even though “shoe gazing” goes on quite a bit)
The underlying sounds, the friction of tones and my invention of phrases and lyrics, all to the desires of my life.
As repetitious as they can be, there’s a reason for them being laid down. On the track.
As I keep understanding things to the best of my ability, I keep truly holding on to the fact that this song will end.
Sadly, as much practice goes on, this will not be perfect.
Nor will the years show me otherwise.
One thing, one need, and ultimately one intention, is simply to end true and satisfied with each line of this under produced lo-fi creation.
And as each line bears its mark of total difference from the last, I can’t help but scream out the chorus.
Closing my eyes tight, tapping out this rhythm of seasons.
With some glorious claps, and yells as well.
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Posted on February 22, 2011
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