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Monday, 13 September 2010

Art Imitating Reality

The day I was recording 'Verbatim', I had been using my Zoom and Echo Machine together to create the background effect that ends the song. As I sat there in the spare room of the flat, I just kept on playing the guitar after I had recorded the guitar part. Sometimes I do that, if it sounds good and feels right. Sometimes I come up with new songs by mistake. Unintentional songs. That is how 'Dark Political Arts' (Track 6 on AFTER. THE. RUSH. HOUR'S. GONE) came about.

So I sat there, in a world of my own, playing away, and a tune started to develop. Very simple, but very beautiful. It is quite dark, repetative, but gentle. It has a reverb, echoing, rusty tone to it. I began recording it in a seperate folder entitled 'eerie'. I recorded the main guitar riff easily. I listened to it after recording it and began constructing two different lead parts, which I recorded over it. After I had finished doing this, I went back to 'Verbatim' and edited it further to have a finished version for www.soundcloud.com/wullaewright/verbatim.

I have a set of lyrics I wrote a while back entitled 'Art Imitating Reality' which I think will go perfectly with this very quiet but dark song - perfect for the idea for the lyrics. The lyrics are about those people who are out in the early or late hours working, and never get to experience life. It is quiet and sad, and quite poetic.

Art Imitating Reality

Before the day begins,
That’s where I’ll be,
Cradled in an air of solace,
Alas, the sun has risen,
And the world begins, all over again,

In a sea of anonymity,
Drains exhale, a harmonious breath,
The vocalisations of this city,
Walls of art, where art imitates reality,
The creator of my fait accompli

The nights beacon elicits to collect,
Streams of orange and black,
Elegance depressed with undue execution,
A poet writes to destroy own happiness,
The onlookers fade, all over again

In a sea of anonymity,
Drains exhale, a harmonious breath,
The vocalisations of this city,
Walls of art, where art imitates reality,
The creator of my fait accompli

Written 27/05/2010 (Lyrics only)

I have full intentions to go back to this song, maybe rerecord it in a simpler, acoustic version, using the lyrics above.

Watch this space,

Wullae

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