New lyrics: Antithesis

I'm sat in a small town in North Lanarkshire. It's cold, and I still have a short while yet to wait until I need to be at the next job. My hands are cold and I'm finding this hard to write on my Blackberry. My hair is all over the place due to furious winds and rain. It has put me in a slightly fowl mood.

I had began to write some lyrics yesterday that I didn't finish. I left them because I didn't know what to do with them. It was a general set of lyrics, about different things. I was going for a kind of 'Fitter Happier' by Radiohead, type of song. Wanted it to be similar, even to go as far as it is all spoken, but not by one voice, but by cut up voices and audio. The lyrics were about different things: famine, war, social problems, greed of bankers, mps, and essentially just the divide between people.

Today as I sat here I began chopping the lyrics up and finishing them. I looked for a name. Something to sum up the fact that larger the song is about contrasts. So I found it: 'Antithesis'. I made the song, so that it is about the contrasts in the world, of the world. Where some people get stinking rich; and other struggle and die. Where, we, the 'first' world, like to neglect and pretend the 'third' world have no problems. That if we can't see it, it doesn't happen. That you not getting the latest phone, or piece of clothing is a big disaster; when others, who don't have food all day, go by, without a complaint. The song is short and general. I like the sentiments behind it, and was to make this song really well done when made into music.

Antithesis

We live in a world,
Where the undercurrant is forgotten,
What you can't see, won't hurt you,

Where you love thy neighbour,
Until the greed is all consuming,
Where the fat cats get bonuses,
And the antithesis live on famine,

The young complain for more luxury,
And the blind man contemplates sight,

A quick feeling of liberation,
Gunned down by allied oppression,
A journey to the ends of the earth,
And the antithesis live on famine,

With cupped hands they sit like buddha on the pavement,
You pass chirping on your phone, glaring in disgust,

Everyone needs someone,
Getting married? Getting divorced?
A kid left in a broken home,
A candidate for community service,

We live in a world,
Where the undercurrant is forgotten,
Does the end justifies the means?
And the antithesis live on famine,

Written 6 and 7 of September 2011. Part on the coach from Glasgow to Edinburgh, and in a town in North Lanarkshire.

I intend to tackle the social theme of beauty, and surgery. The idea of hiding yourself under a facade, making you more acceptable. I intend to. We'll see,

Watch this space,
Wullae

www.wullaewright.bandcamp.com

New lyrics: White Lies

I'm on the coach again. I feel quite low and I don't really know why. I don't know if it is because I'm so isolated a lot of my working day, and because I have very little time to socialise with anyone. I don't know if it is cause of certain aspects of work. I don't know really. But I feel down. Sad. But I'm fine feeling it. It is a good thing. It allows me to feel emotions that I can write about. That I wouldn't otherwise be able to do. I have wrapped myself in music to reflect my mood such as, at present, I'm listening to 'Right where it belongs' by Nine Inch Nails. This song has one of the most powerful, tragic and beautiful lyrics I've ever heard in a song. The song is so sad and meaningful. With my mood sitting the way it is, and listening to the music, I have written a set of lyrics.

The title appeared first. It was first thing this morning, I came up with 'White Lies'. I thought that's quite a good subject to use for 'Under the Pyramids', as it is about different types of secrets and lies. This type of lying is said to try and not hurt or offend another individual; however, if the other person is aware of the lies, then this can have a deterimental effect on any relationship. And so that is what this song is about. It is written as someone viewing someone else, who they know is telling them white lies but never let's on that they are aware, but it tears them apart when they know it is happening.

White Lies

I want to believe every word you say,
And all the sentiments expressed,
I want to hear the passion in your voice,
And see the confused nature of the rhetoric,

I am dying with every word spoken,
Because of all those white lies,
The more you say, the more I'm broken,
Because of all those white lies,

I stare at you as you create an imaginative narrative,
Bewildered by fairytales you've written,
I watch as your tongue lashes a subtle morse code,
With which you begin to believe, live and breathe,

I am dying with every word spoken,
Because of all those white lies,
The more you say, the more I'm broken,
Because of all those white lies,

Written 1/9/11 on the coach from Glasgow to Edinburgh listen to 'What we will never know' by Innerpartysystem and 'Right where it belongs V2' by Nine Inch Nails.

I am still feeling a little down, and I'm sure I'll snap out of it soon enough.

Watch this space,
Wullae

www.wullaewright.bandcamp.com

(New tracks for free download on band camp including 'In Cloud Cuckooland' songs)