Mike Driver
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New Tentative Tracklist to the Thing I’m Working on!
Overture to Nothing
What Now?
Penelope!
The Recklessness of Longing
Bright Shiny and New
Micromedley
This Song is About Sex
Beautiful
Did I Do Something Wrong? (tap dance)
Infallible
Echosong
Gravedigger's Lament
Bright Shiny and New (reprise)
Appendicitis!
A Prayer for Wisdom
Right at the Start
I am working on a New Thing and this is the Tentative Track List
Overture to Nothing Fever Dream/pan for gold Penelope! [[repeatedly]] Bright Shiny and New + This Song is About Sex Infallible + Echosong Gravedigger's Lament Bright Shiny and New (reprise) Appendicitis! I dreamt I was a goddess Right at the Start
I decided to record a shitty demo of a song I wrote years ago.
Enjoy.
Maybe its true, and I care about you too much;
you're unaware, and I'm well out of touch.
It's in every fantasy that I build in your name
and in the anxiety that they would sustain.
No matter how I try, you stay on my mind;
You're in everything I know, in everything I find--
Nothing that I do subdues what I turn into;
There's nothing I can do to fight the pervasiveness of you,
but do I want to?
Maybe it's true, and I should just move along,
Accept that what I do, I do it all for a song.
It's when every memory starts to seem the same, (melody starts to sound the same)
and when every afterthought echoes the refrain:
Anywhere I go, you're always around:
You're there in the solitude; you're there in the sound--
Everywhere that I avoid unwinds like deja vu;
There's nothing I can do to fight the pervasiveness of you.
I'm not sure I want to...
It seems like the only time I ever see you
like, really see you
You're not actually there
and even then, that's not true
that's not really you
It's not your fault, I guess
and, I don't think its mine
But when we speak, we're holding our breath
I feel like we're reading lines
Each playing a part for the other
Hoping he won't, will discover
How we feel is volatile
To get this right... is that even possible?
So feelings hide behind thoughts
behind words behind stone faced lies
I don't think you realize
the effect you have on me
It's true, I spend my days thinking about you
and in the night, I'm wishing for you to think about me
Hope against hope and hope for victory
Wishes on stars and the full moon at night
Pillows in my bed play your part tonight
thoughts turn to you and all that we've said
it gets awfully quiet when I'm lying in bed
and we strike up conversations of light and shadows
[just dont ask me where my mind goes, I dont know
avoiding each other's gazes never really matters]
You always can find a way to get me to think about you
let me try this again
Find another way to explain
What I'll call Our magnetic attraction
keeps our lips shut tight
north to south and east to west
I keep on hoping for the best
But I can't be sure of what youre thinking
what youre feeling, who the "me" is you're seeing
and I could be wrong,
don't misunderstand my words
Because words are all we have
and yet all we have is masked
Held hostage in our minds
with an emotional ransom so high
that neither of us dares to pay the price
amber light, amber eyes,
amber skin, amber rhymes...
you've left me colorblind.
Please ignore my earlier silence,
my soundlessness untrue
It's really hard to speak when I'm around you
So I imagine your voice inside my head
and spit out words previously left unsaid
and we're striking up conversations of light and shadows
{just dont ask me where my mind goes, I dont know
avoiding each other's gazes never really matters}
You always can find a way to get me to think about you
let me try again
give me one more again>
Cause, I could be overstepping things,
but I'm just a hopeless romantic
and you, you're my hopeless romance
All I've overcome and all that I've undone--
I will hope to see me through when I've rebegun.
Everything I've known gives way, and you come into view--
There's nothing I can do to fight the pervasiveness of you,
and I don't want to.
This is basically just a demo of a demo but I wanted to also start sharing music with y'all as a way to get back into finishing that triple album that you would (used to) hear about.
My voice isn't up to it's regular standards as I am sick right now, BUT if you ever wanted to know what my aesthetic/music sounded like,
this is *kinda* it.
I also want to thank Zip for mixing this up for me.
Anyone still out there?
Things are happening...
My mind may not properly remember how to play my songs, but I've kept them in my bones.
Alexander/Abraham
I've been haunting my house with the ghost of your autumn eyes; I've been holding my breath hoping to read your mind. The funny thing is, I had never dreamed this would end differently, so you've played your part, and I couldn't blame you for that in the least. If you need me, I'll be waiting here—just in case—, and maybe, one day, I might clearly picture your face. Still, just for now, I can settle for the sound of your voice, your arms at arm's reach, and the delusion that this happened by choice. So, wail at the sky— Still, the stars will burn out defiantly. I've mapped their course, but each path fades and fogs itself from me. Find me lost out at sea, weaving patterns with my thoughts, redoubled desperately over their Gordian knots. Take up your sword, my Alexander, and sever the ties that bind me to you, and I'll learn to rule from a separate truth. Howl at the moon— though, the moon will stay silent when we're gone. I've shot the moon, but the moon won't explain what's going on... So, howl at the moon, and hope the moon will howl back before we're gone. Scream at the sky, and pray the stars, at least, know what's going on...
This last lyrics in a song thing
is way more complicated when faced with the fact that these are the last lyrics I’ll ever write to him ever.
This doesn't look intimidating at all.
The hardest part about writing lyrics for songs that deal with things that have already happened
years ago is getting myself back in that mindset.
Today, I finished the verse melody, so all that's left to do is write a bridge melody/arrangement, clean up some of the verses that don't have the lyrics in them yet, and write an outro.
I also have to find a way to transition from piano to harp halfway through the bridge.
(Sneaky sneaky!)
But once I finish writing this song and its instrumental, I will be FOUR SONGS AWAY from being done. FOUR.
These Cracked Streets
As I'm riding my bike through this frayed twilight, I let darkness unwind while following half-light. Old streetlamps—that's all this comes down to, old streetlamps, and all that I want to do is bathe in their glow with you. When the sun's civil rays fashion their finespun fade, Venus lends her rosen belt and streetlamps cast their shade; fearless rough-hewn planets carve out the hazy sky as worn and rusty spoked wheels tick out our sense of time. Old houses, that's all this comes down to— old houses, and all that I want to do is race their shadows with you. Every star that drifts ahead once marked my passage home, like cedar ships that sail their way past parapets of chrome. As you speak, Earth's sharp shadow finely veils your eyes— Your twinned and starless irides bear an arenose guise. Let me show you how I lived before I knew your name: the places where I've scraped my knee, the scars that still remain. All the people that I've lost to nebulaic thought happy dwell in each and every broken, vacant spot. As the moon looms ahead, insolent and incomplete, glaucous gloom starts to grow from within these cracked streets. Old asphalt, that's all this comes down to— old asphalt, and all that I want to do is chase where it leads with you. A thousand tiny ghosts gnaw at my fingertips. The wind is just a whisper, and your voice bites your lips. ...and that distant train whistle, that blows through every night, can you hear it clearly?
Writing lyrics for too long creates this weird reality where everything rhymes and it is very jarring to come back from it.
I have images that I need to put in words.
I keep accidentally writing in the Dorian mode.
This song is a puzzle I can't quite crack.
The song tentatively titled Twilight Bike Ride I started writing when I was riding a bike at twilight (MAJOR REVELATION), and I didn't even plan on including it at first, but I revisited it and it needs to be finished despite the fact that I started writing it years ago and never finished, and I plan to expand it so that it's purpose to the plot is the desire for an emotional connection as the major motivating factor linking each album/romantic exploit.
