Incoming Voiceless Transmission
Sorry for the lack of updates as of late, but life has been keeping me busy. For as much as I love my DBA job, it's a pain in the damn ass with the conflicting schedules of my band life. We haven't rehearsed in a couple of weeks(mostly because of me) but things should get smoother this week, as we're already planing a writing session for tomorrow(i hope this one does happen).
As for the lyrics, well, I've been quite active as a writer but nothing Oblivion related. I've been helping a few relatives of mine who are starting a band of colombian folklore and I'm doing their lyrics and the bass lines, go figure.
I started writing an accoustic piece last night which it's called "A Ballad For The Speechless", it's an accoustic piece(yeah, i've been doing a few of those lately) which main theme is the things that one craves to say yet can't bring forth to words. I wrote the two guitars last night, in one sit (awesomeness!!!); and even though I thought of the lyrics to it last night while going to sleep, I woke up this morning unable to recall neither the lyrics nor the vocal lines. Go me.
Alas I also been writing music to a couple of William Blake's poems(yeah, i'm so Ulver). I've been particularly drawn unto The Tyger and The Sick Rose (that name could have been a 69 Eyes song =P). With the first, I'm trying to write something really Prog/Death Metal-ish, with a lot of counter attacks between the two guitars(something I can't properly write without Lolosky's involvement), while the Bass lines and the drum work try to hack their middle ground between them. As this was L's idea, he showed me his vocal lines for the song even before I would grab my guitar, and for the first time in all the time we've been hanging together i can finally say, his clean vocals sound almost as good as his growls; moreso in The Sick Rose where he does this really minimalistic soft vocals that actually suit his rasp-high-key vocals very well. I'm looking forward to actually rehearsing this damn thing properly.
So I'll leave you with the lyrics of The Tyger, as written by William Blake
Swedenborg was my biatch
Sorry for the lack of updates as of late, but life has been keeping me busy. For as much as I love my DBA job, it's a pain in the damn ass with the conflicting schedules of my band life. We haven't rehearsed in a couple of weeks(mostly because of me) but things should get smoother this week, as we're already planing a writing session for tomorrow(i hope this one does happen).
As for the lyrics, well, I've been quite active as a writer but nothing Oblivion related. I've been helping a few relatives of mine who are starting a band of colombian folklore and I'm doing their lyrics and the bass lines, go figure.
I started writing an accoustic piece last night which it's called "A Ballad For The Speechless", it's an accoustic piece(yeah, i've been doing a few of those lately) which main theme is the things that one craves to say yet can't bring forth to words. I wrote the two guitars last night, in one sit (awesomeness!!!); and even though I thought of the lyrics to it last night while going to sleep, I woke up this morning unable to recall neither the lyrics nor the vocal lines. Go me.
Alas I also been writing music to a couple of William Blake's poems(yeah, i'm so Ulver). I've been particularly drawn unto The Tyger and The Sick Rose (that name could have been a 69 Eyes song =P). With the first, I'm trying to write something really Prog/Death Metal-ish, with a lot of counter attacks between the two guitars(something I can't properly write without Lolosky's involvement), while the Bass lines and the drum work try to hack their middle ground between them. As this was L's idea, he showed me his vocal lines for the song even before I would grab my guitar, and for the first time in all the time we've been hanging together i can finally say, his clean vocals sound almost as good as his growls; moreso in The Sick Rose where he does this really minimalistic soft vocals that actually suit his rasp-high-key vocals very well. I'm looking forward to actually rehearsing this damn thing properly.
So I'll leave you with the lyrics of The Tyger, as written by William Blake
Swedenborg was my biatch
The Tyger
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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