I usually write from the ‘female perspective’ for some reason…
I have a lot of empathy in my soul and I’m able to quite often walk in another person’s shoes. It’s a bonus/curse I was born with I suppose.
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Cool so not so personal I know lots of artists like that. Do you think it comes from character development in books or movies?
I just think everyone is born with a knack/gift…
It’s up to each individual to figure out what that something special is…and to pursue it in the hopes of creating a sense of accomplishment in one’s life.
So you don’t embody your characters. ?
No. I couldn’t write a book or screenplay…
But put a guitar or piano in front of me, and the words eventually come together. I’m quite good at marrying a lyric to a melody.
I don’t think too much deeper into my craft than that.
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Cat Power “Say”
“When no one is around love will always love you”
But these are passionate lyrics where does it come from,
I don’t really know. From my heart I suppose…through life experience.
…the same reason you are motivated and drawn to your own art…it’s just ‘in you’.
But most have someone they are talking to. I know when I say you in a poem it’s usually one person I’m addressing. Are you just creating scenes I mean that’s cool too.
I’ve never really analyzed the ‘whats’ or whys’ of the stuff I write. I just do it…and hopefully it sounds pleasant to other people’s ears.
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I think the lyrics to this song are possibly the most beautiful I’ve ever heard…
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Travel through the expanding universe with dreams
So we can create planets and scatter matter appropriately
Embark on this space odyssey make meteors collide with gravity trash Apollo 13
and Follow saturn’s rings to sling shot us to the unimaginable hysterical laughable
And stare into the bare depths of space, chasing a supernovas breath form new life from others deaths
Test cosmic strings morphing correlated harmonies
Stealing neutron stars on intergalactic robbing sprees
My cosmology begins and ends with me
Everyones reality is a perception to some degree
See the heavens on the edge of time
Then trim the milky ways hedges and spirals to my design
Put ur mind in the center of binary stars
Master of the universe shooting dark matter rocket darts
Cosmic explorer with glacial facial expressions
Directing the attention of other dimensional love extensions
My mind is outta time visiting Tralfamadore
Balance spacial divides in one hand my shoulder’s sore
Crack the boundaries between imagination and reality
Put the peace back in Alderaan’s pieces
Ingenious like ronald regeans death star
Make Jetson Foodinis for the world or by 2050 many will starve
Written by me. I like space and writing little raps. Though its not done yet Im still proud of this one.
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His only good song among his newer stuff I believe.
Oh to heckle you, oh to burn you once again in effigy, if, yes, only to keep the flies away
-Alex.
Yes it’s an obsession…
Here’s Effigy…were we “so tired of being mild”? Because an effigy was mild to say the least my friend.
First time they burned my brains out…
Cumbersome by Seven Mary Three…blasted from my bedroom on repeat. I was 12.
And so the flood gates were forced open, by whatever means necessary, and who but led us to the source than the sick ■■■■■■■ making a living burning out the minds of little more than children…or were we?
Is this why? For before all that may be or is devine or holy in this cosmos of ours* I stand with the willingness for my soul to be weighed against the wickedness of a society such as this.
-all apologies.
“We drink, we dance, we love” -the sailor who saved Portsmouth.
God is Love, Love is God.
My question is who took the eye of the eye of whom took the eye?
It’s eyeballs all the way down.
Going down the river, headed to New Orleans, everyone keeps telling me it’ll be alright, but I don’t know what all that even means.
Just when you thought you lost everything, you find out you can always lose a little more, I’m just going down the river feeling bad, trying to get to heaven before they close the door.
-Bob Dylan
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You’re searching for your mind
Don’t know where to start
Come find the key to fit the lock on your heart