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
Wednesday, 7 September 2011
Thursday, 1 September 2011
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)
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)
Saturday, 27 August 2011
New lyrics: Legalised Crooks
Again, on the bus. Got room to breath now that guy got off who was sitting next to me the majority of the way. Nearly at my destination. On the way back from work on the first of my bus journeys I came up with a new idea for a song. It was actually fuelled slightly by the taxi driver last night.
'Yeah, they are legalised crooks. That's what my gran use to call lawyers, legalised crooks' the driver stated.
I agreed with him - I mean, that's what you do with any taxi driver. Incase they turn out to be a raving nutcase and decides to either: a) take you home with him, or b) go nuts and try and kill you. Or is that just me? Anyway, I like the name of that paradox. I know the conversation was in relation to lawyers, but it made me think of politicians and the expenses scandal. How they are in power, make desicions for us. They help create law and issues. Yet, some believed they had a right to steal loads of money. They had a right to do so.
And so on this bus journey I wrote a set of lyrics about my own subjective feelings on the matter. I used a kind of tongue-twister style lyrics to confuse the song a little more.
Legalised Crooks
Trained to twist the tales of those that taint our trust,
The big wigs thump sticks and state lyrics made up by conservatives,
Testimony ceremoniously becomes an altered story of tweaked balony
The bank books, bouyancy sunk, defunct, all ills and lies,
Of legalised crooks, disguised, no laws, house of mayhem,
Party around the moat, no vote, which party? all of them
Inverted poverty causing controversy, casuality by stupidity,
Your suit could feed the havoc, banana, in the exhaust pipe,
The bank books, bouyancy sunk, defunct, all ills and lies,
Of legalised crooks, disguised, no laws, house of mayhem,
Written 27th of August about politicians, and the expenses scandal etc. Listening to Radiohead 'Lotus Flower (Live from the basement)'.
I quite like the quirky, sarcastic tone the lyrics have throughout. Another set, and still no music. I will soon, I will.
Watch this space,
Wullae
www.wullaewright.bandcamp.com
'Yeah, they are legalised crooks. That's what my gran use to call lawyers, legalised crooks' the driver stated.
I agreed with him - I mean, that's what you do with any taxi driver. Incase they turn out to be a raving nutcase and decides to either: a) take you home with him, or b) go nuts and try and kill you. Or is that just me? Anyway, I like the name of that paradox. I know the conversation was in relation to lawyers, but it made me think of politicians and the expenses scandal. How they are in power, make desicions for us. They help create law and issues. Yet, some believed they had a right to steal loads of money. They had a right to do so.
And so on this bus journey I wrote a set of lyrics about my own subjective feelings on the matter. I used a kind of tongue-twister style lyrics to confuse the song a little more.
Legalised Crooks
Trained to twist the tales of those that taint our trust,
The big wigs thump sticks and state lyrics made up by conservatives,
Testimony ceremoniously becomes an altered story of tweaked balony
The bank books, bouyancy sunk, defunct, all ills and lies,
Of legalised crooks, disguised, no laws, house of mayhem,
Party around the moat, no vote, which party? all of them
Inverted poverty causing controversy, casuality by stupidity,
Your suit could feed the havoc, banana, in the exhaust pipe,
The bank books, bouyancy sunk, defunct, all ills and lies,
Of legalised crooks, disguised, no laws, house of mayhem,
Written 27th of August about politicians, and the expenses scandal etc. Listening to Radiohead 'Lotus Flower (Live from the basement)'.
I quite like the quirky, sarcastic tone the lyrics have throughout. Another set, and still no music. I will soon, I will.
Watch this space,
Wullae
www.wullaewright.bandcamp.com
Friday, 26 August 2011
New lyrics: The Prophecies
I'm, again, on a coach. A coach going home. I literary got up there to finally get a row of seats to myself. It has been packet like sardines on this bus for the majority of the journey. I'm tired. Physically and mentally. I got up at 6am this morning, left at 6.30am, and it is 6.18pm, and I'm still not near getting home. Another 45 minutes maybe. And that's me finished early. However, don't get the violins out for me. I'll be fine. Just finished another sets of lyrics that have been sitting for the last few days and have slowly been written.
I don't know where it came from, but I was trying to think of subject matter possibly fitting to the themes surrounding 'Under the Pyramids'. I began researching - in detail instead of the hear'say that surrounds the internet, Nostrodamus. I was interested to read some of his prophecies, and to read up on how accurate these prophecies were. I read a bit about him one day, and it turns out most of his work is just random jargon, in a variety of languages. He is essentially only writing to attack the Governments and societies of that time, but he does so in a very clever and subtle way. Many of the prophecies could be attributed to many situations, if you so tweaked them to. And there had been the prophecy that he had predicted the twin towers collapse; however there is no real evidence to suggest this; and the circulation on the internet of his actual prophecy has been altered to be more fitting. Even though he and his prophecies are intriguing and interesting, the realities to events that happen are just not there. So I was originally going to write the song entitled 'The Man Who Saw Tomorrow' after a film of the same name about Nostrodamus. However, I began writing the song as a Diamante poem, which didn't quite allow me to call it that, as it was not biographical.
I have entitled the song 'The Prophecies', after the title of his most famous work, and have written the song as a contrast of his prophecies, which are complete guesswork, with objectivity, which comes from a completely scientific and so more accurate viewpoint.
The Prophecies
Prophecies
Vivid, bizarre
Warning, prognosticating, foreboding,
Brainwork, theorisation......Enlightened, scientific
Questioning, experimenting, answering,
Meticulous, factual
Objectivity
Completed on 26th of August 2011 on coach from Glasgow to Edinburgh. Listening to 'Be Yourself' by Audioslave. In the style of a Diamante Poem, contrasting Objectivity and Prophecy.
I am quite happy with these lyrics. It did take a lot of time to write the song. I thought I'd have been easier than it was, so I enjoyed the challenge. Soon, soon, I will get the chance to write some new music. Soon,
Watch this space,
Wullae
www.soundcloud.com/wullaewright
www.wullaewright.bandcamp.com
I don't know where it came from, but I was trying to think of subject matter possibly fitting to the themes surrounding 'Under the Pyramids'. I began researching - in detail instead of the hear'say that surrounds the internet, Nostrodamus. I was interested to read some of his prophecies, and to read up on how accurate these prophecies were. I read a bit about him one day, and it turns out most of his work is just random jargon, in a variety of languages. He is essentially only writing to attack the Governments and societies of that time, but he does so in a very clever and subtle way. Many of the prophecies could be attributed to many situations, if you so tweaked them to. And there had been the prophecy that he had predicted the twin towers collapse; however there is no real evidence to suggest this; and the circulation on the internet of his actual prophecy has been altered to be more fitting. Even though he and his prophecies are intriguing and interesting, the realities to events that happen are just not there. So I was originally going to write the song entitled 'The Man Who Saw Tomorrow' after a film of the same name about Nostrodamus. However, I began writing the song as a Diamante poem, which didn't quite allow me to call it that, as it was not biographical.
I have entitled the song 'The Prophecies', after the title of his most famous work, and have written the song as a contrast of his prophecies, which are complete guesswork, with objectivity, which comes from a completely scientific and so more accurate viewpoint.
The Prophecies
Prophecies
Vivid, bizarre
Warning, prognosticating, foreboding,
Brainwork, theorisation......Enlightened, scientific
Questioning, experimenting, answering,
Meticulous, factual
Objectivity
Completed on 26th of August 2011 on coach from Glasgow to Edinburgh. Listening to 'Be Yourself' by Audioslave. In the style of a Diamante Poem, contrasting Objectivity and Prophecy.
I am quite happy with these lyrics. It did take a lot of time to write the song. I thought I'd have been easier than it was, so I enjoyed the challenge. Soon, soon, I will get the chance to write some new music. Soon,
Watch this space,
Wullae
www.soundcloud.com/wullaewright
www.wullaewright.bandcamp.com
Saturday, 20 August 2011
New lyrics: 2 Thessalonians 2:11
Like yesterday, it's a similar envirnoment and situation. Sitting on a Coach. Can see the landscape slide past out the corner of my eye. Have my white headphones in listening, again, to 'Money' by Innerpartysystem, remixed by Cenob1te. A slight digression, but on this journey the lovely musicians from Cenob1te contacted me via Twitter to say thanks for my comments. Absolutely lovely people. Can also see some head and limbs moving around by the other passengers. But this story begins from first thing this morning, 5.15am to be precise.
Try to be as quiet as I could, as not to wake my wife. We've only been residing in our new home for just over a week. I have to travel constantly now to get to and from work. So I left at 5.45am, walking to the bus station and thought I'd try writing a new song. Wiping my tired eyes and trying to not allow myself to get annoyed by the wind blowing my hair all over the place, I took out my Blackberry and began thinking of ideas. I thought about lies, and who the biggest liar is in the world. I couldn't think. So I googled it. Turns out there is a 'biggest lair competition' in this country. Crazy stuff. Anyway, I thought 'who could be the biggest liar ever'?
I thought about religion. I thought, people blindly believe and follow a figurehead they've never seen. Ok, some say it's not an individual or physical being etc, but still. I'd regard myself an atheist. I'm a scientific man. An evolution guy. Then I thought about thee supposed 'God' him/her/itself, and thought about searching the bible for any references to God actually lying (which I thought I'd be wrong about...), and it turns out, he/she/it did! In a part of it called '2 Thessalonians 2:11'. I couldn't believe it. There can never be a bigger liar than a God. I'm sure in some other cultures there is a god of lies. But our cultures god, is a liar.
So this new set of lyrics is a subjective and objective Villanelle poem about my feelings towards religion and God, and how essentially, I will not believe in something you will a) try and force me to believe in and b) have no proof of existence.
2 Thessalonians 2:11
I will not believe your truth,
Your maker is the greatest lie the world knows,
A belief is nothing without proof,
Your God of deceit, throwing at you Satan's judgement,
In a most far-fetched and ridiculous prose,
I will not believe your truth,
Enter into an unrequited agreement,
Converse with an apparition that never shows,
A belief is nothing without proof,
The warring nature of man comes from all statement
That deplores those who do not follow, instead grows,
I will not believe your truth,
Cordially invited to the god and satan engagement,
Sin and truth mixed above and below,
A belief is nothing without proof,
When a loved one dies, and you stare in bewilderment,
Science will extrapolate like overhanging crows,
I will not believe your truth,
A belief is nothing without proof,
Written from 5.50am to 6.25pm on Saturday 20th of August 2011 from Edinburgh to Glasgow, and then later from Glasgow to Edinburgh listening to a combination of 'Other Lives', 'Airborne Toxic Event' and 'Cenob1te'. Written in the style of a Villanelle Poem.
I'm quite happy with these lyrics. I'm also enjoying writing lyrics in different poetic styles. It is allowing me to write differently. I absolutely cannot wait to start writing the music for this. I have so many ideas and want to start. Badly.
Watch this space,
Wullae
www.wullaewright.bandcamp.com
www.soundcloud.com/wullaewright
Try to be as quiet as I could, as not to wake my wife. We've only been residing in our new home for just over a week. I have to travel constantly now to get to and from work. So I left at 5.45am, walking to the bus station and thought I'd try writing a new song. Wiping my tired eyes and trying to not allow myself to get annoyed by the wind blowing my hair all over the place, I took out my Blackberry and began thinking of ideas. I thought about lies, and who the biggest liar is in the world. I couldn't think. So I googled it. Turns out there is a 'biggest lair competition' in this country. Crazy stuff. Anyway, I thought 'who could be the biggest liar ever'?
I thought about religion. I thought, people blindly believe and follow a figurehead they've never seen. Ok, some say it's not an individual or physical being etc, but still. I'd regard myself an atheist. I'm a scientific man. An evolution guy. Then I thought about thee supposed 'God' him/her/itself, and thought about searching the bible for any references to God actually lying (which I thought I'd be wrong about...), and it turns out, he/she/it did! In a part of it called '2 Thessalonians 2:11'. I couldn't believe it. There can never be a bigger liar than a God. I'm sure in some other cultures there is a god of lies. But our cultures god, is a liar.
So this new set of lyrics is a subjective and objective Villanelle poem about my feelings towards religion and God, and how essentially, I will not believe in something you will a) try and force me to believe in and b) have no proof of existence.
2 Thessalonians 2:11
I will not believe your truth,
Your maker is the greatest lie the world knows,
A belief is nothing without proof,
Your God of deceit, throwing at you Satan's judgement,
In a most far-fetched and ridiculous prose,
I will not believe your truth,
Enter into an unrequited agreement,
Converse with an apparition that never shows,
A belief is nothing without proof,
The warring nature of man comes from all statement
That deplores those who do not follow, instead grows,
I will not believe your truth,
Cordially invited to the god and satan engagement,
Sin and truth mixed above and below,
A belief is nothing without proof,
When a loved one dies, and you stare in bewilderment,
Science will extrapolate like overhanging crows,
I will not believe your truth,
A belief is nothing without proof,
Written from 5.50am to 6.25pm on Saturday 20th of August 2011 from Edinburgh to Glasgow, and then later from Glasgow to Edinburgh listening to a combination of 'Other Lives', 'Airborne Toxic Event' and 'Cenob1te'. Written in the style of a Villanelle Poem.
I'm quite happy with these lyrics. I'm also enjoying writing lyrics in different poetic styles. It is allowing me to write differently. I absolutely cannot wait to start writing the music for this. I have so many ideas and want to start. Badly.
Watch this space,
Wullae
www.wullaewright.bandcamp.com
www.soundcloud.com/wullaewright
Friday, 19 August 2011
New lyrics: An Ode to Willowby
I'm travelling on the bus between Glasgow to Edinburgh right now. It is 5.54pm according to my phone, and I have one leg elevated on the heaters to my left, and my foot on the floor to my right. I'm conscious that my music is far too loud on the bus and that it may be heard by others, but I don't care. I'm listening to a remix of 'Money' by Innerpartysystem by Cenob1te, which is a great dubstep tune. I'm passing fields, and a rock thing in the distance that resembles a rubbish Ayres Rock (if that's how it is even spelt). I'm hungry, I haven't eaten anything since 9.30 and I won't be home until at least 7pm. However I'm quite happy that on this bus journey (and from the previous Motherwell to Glasgow journey) I have been able to write another new set of lyrics.
The song is written in an ode poem format about an elderly woman both me and my friend Stuart met one day in Glasgow's George Square when we were aged around 14. We were sat upside down on a bench, chatting to one another in fake American accents. Someone sat next to us on the bench (which we found incredibly odd as who sits next to two teens who are on a bench upside down!), an old lady. She started instantly chatting to us. At first we conversed with her, in American accents, upside. However to be polite, we sat the right way up...still talking in the accents however. Stuart told her he had 9 sisters, all from Texas (or some other random U.S state). She completely believed all these lies. But as she confided in us, all the stories of her family moving away or dying; the family she'd never met; the horrible flats she lived in, and the solitude her life was filled with, we felt immensely guilty. We had lied to this woman for a long long time. She even at one point took her purse out, and being so trusting opened it infront of us to try and give us both 2 quid each. We refused and suggested to her not to take her purse out in public like that (as she had quite a bit of money in it by the looks of it). She left, happy and fulfilled. Like we'd let her release years of misery. But she was a paradox, because she did it in the most jovial way. I had and still have respect for her. She didn't care about the far-fetched lies; she enjoyed it. She enjoyed the company, and I felt sorry for her, even though she seemed so happy. Who knows what happened to Mary Willowby, but I hope she is in a happy and better place,
An Ode to Willowby
Her quiet still waits, in a square so loud
As jokers sit, our shoes, pointing at the sun,
A blemished voice through the crowd,
And as brash 'Southerns' we succumb,
Where moths may crawl, gold there glistened,
Honest decline unlocked that isolated prison
Lullabies, all lies, facade spun as she gasped and listened,
Papermashy collequialism with no accurate rhythm,
Wrinkled tales of people unknown,
An abandoned soul, who sails alone,
Directs our eyes to skyscrapers of bone,
She'll go there, with no one to phone,
The jovial refuses to shine, shrouded in reality,
And she packs her trunk, saying goodbye to our circus,
Under the quiet umbrella of brutality,
Us, a short remedy, to her ongoing curse,
Her quiet still waits, in a square so loud
Who sits on that bench in our memory, continuously,
We hope you've gone to a better place,
Written 19th August 2011 from Motherwell to Glasgow and Glasgow to Edinburgh. Listening to Other Lives: 'Tamer Animals' and 'For 12' and Placebo 'Breathe Underwater (Piano Version)'. In style of an Ode poem, in memory and praise of Mary Willowby.
And so as I catch to my wife over Blackberry Message about her making me a pie and a mini pizza (which sounds amazing!), I will leave you now,
Watch this space,
Wullae
www.wullaewright.bandcamp.com
www.soundcloud.com/wullaewright
The song is written in an ode poem format about an elderly woman both me and my friend Stuart met one day in Glasgow's George Square when we were aged around 14. We were sat upside down on a bench, chatting to one another in fake American accents. Someone sat next to us on the bench (which we found incredibly odd as who sits next to two teens who are on a bench upside down!), an old lady. She started instantly chatting to us. At first we conversed with her, in American accents, upside. However to be polite, we sat the right way up...still talking in the accents however. Stuart told her he had 9 sisters, all from Texas (or some other random U.S state). She completely believed all these lies. But as she confided in us, all the stories of her family moving away or dying; the family she'd never met; the horrible flats she lived in, and the solitude her life was filled with, we felt immensely guilty. We had lied to this woman for a long long time. She even at one point took her purse out, and being so trusting opened it infront of us to try and give us both 2 quid each. We refused and suggested to her not to take her purse out in public like that (as she had quite a bit of money in it by the looks of it). She left, happy and fulfilled. Like we'd let her release years of misery. But she was a paradox, because she did it in the most jovial way. I had and still have respect for her. She didn't care about the far-fetched lies; she enjoyed it. She enjoyed the company, and I felt sorry for her, even though she seemed so happy. Who knows what happened to Mary Willowby, but I hope she is in a happy and better place,
An Ode to Willowby
Her quiet still waits, in a square so loud
As jokers sit, our shoes, pointing at the sun,
A blemished voice through the crowd,
And as brash 'Southerns' we succumb,
Where moths may crawl, gold there glistened,
Honest decline unlocked that isolated prison
Lullabies, all lies, facade spun as she gasped and listened,
Papermashy collequialism with no accurate rhythm,
Wrinkled tales of people unknown,
An abandoned soul, who sails alone,
Directs our eyes to skyscrapers of bone,
She'll go there, with no one to phone,
The jovial refuses to shine, shrouded in reality,
And she packs her trunk, saying goodbye to our circus,
Under the quiet umbrella of brutality,
Us, a short remedy, to her ongoing curse,
Her quiet still waits, in a square so loud
Who sits on that bench in our memory, continuously,
We hope you've gone to a better place,
Written 19th August 2011 from Motherwell to Glasgow and Glasgow to Edinburgh. Listening to Other Lives: 'Tamer Animals' and 'For 12' and Placebo 'Breathe Underwater (Piano Version)'. In style of an Ode poem, in memory and praise of Mary Willowby.
And so as I catch to my wife over Blackberry Message about her making me a pie and a mini pizza (which sounds amazing!), I will leave you now,
Watch this space,
Wullae
www.wullaewright.bandcamp.com
www.soundcloud.com/wullaewright
Tuesday, 16 August 2011
New lyrics: 'Orchid and Thorns Embroiled' and 'Concrete Clowns'
Since moving to Edinburgh, I haven't even had the chance to pick up a guitar. I haven't had a chance to sing, so do anythingf musically at all. It is quite annoying as I have so many ideas that I would like to start experimenting with.
I have however been writing, and trying to think of new ways to write. Educate my mind a little. So I have been using different poetic styles of writing to try and give my songs a different character.
I wrote 'Black Arts' in a Haiku style poem, and I did the same for a new set of lyrics entitled 'Orchid and Thorn Embroiled'. This song is about being in a relationship and how it fails because things are not discussed. It centres largely around cheating, and my experiences of having someone cheat on me. The secrets and the arguing and not understanding.
Orchid and Thorn Embroiled
Darling petals fall
Orchid and Thorns embroiled
Time heals old quarrels
Mistakes will be made
All should learn from them one day
Broken hearts will mend
No such covenant
Under the mind's own duress
When two minus one
All the reasons why
Take the time to understand
A once bitter grudge
Darling petals fall
Orchid and Thorns embroiled
Time heals old quarrels
No saint, both sinner
Unsung songs by both gender
Hearts apart blossom
All the reasons why
Take the time to understand
A once bitter grudge
Darling petals fall
Orchid and Thorns embroiled
Time heals old quarrels
Written as a Haiku poem on 15/8/11 on the bus from Glasgow to Wishaw, listening to 'Tamer Animals' by Other Lives
I also began another set of lyrics, but in a different poetic style. I want to explore as many different styles as possible, and so started writing one as an English sonnet. The song entitled 'Concrete Clowns' is about the recently rioting throughout England. My own personal feelings and opinions on this topic is that a small group of anti-social individuals hi-jacked a peaceful protest, and used it to begin a campaign of unnecessary destruction. No excuses, or reasoning by those involved can explain the terrible behaviour including the looting, arson, and even murders that happen that week.
Concrete Clowns
Hear the marching of boots,
See the riot vans deployed,
A cause that's loots,
Is a cause destroyed,
With each sea of fire,
Concrete clowns rampage the streets,
A inaudiable orchastrated choir,
Free money and endless treats,
A pup lies with a shattered skull,
The peelers are ripped to pieces,,
Showers bring about a quiet lull,
It's time to iron out the creases,
What to do with the concrete clown,
After they have burned England to the ground?
Written 15-16/8/11 on buses from Glasgow to Edinburgh/Edinburgh to Glasgow, in the form of an English sonnet poem.
I will continue to write more poems as time goes on. I will not be able to write or record any music over the next few weeks, but hopefully will do in the next few months or so. I'm looking forward to starting to create the sound for the sister album to 'Anonymous'.
Watch this space,
Wullae
www.wullaewright.bandcamp.com
I have however been writing, and trying to think of new ways to write. Educate my mind a little. So I have been using different poetic styles of writing to try and give my songs a different character.
I wrote 'Black Arts' in a Haiku style poem, and I did the same for a new set of lyrics entitled 'Orchid and Thorn Embroiled'. This song is about being in a relationship and how it fails because things are not discussed. It centres largely around cheating, and my experiences of having someone cheat on me. The secrets and the arguing and not understanding.
Orchid and Thorn Embroiled
Darling petals fall
Orchid and Thorns embroiled
Time heals old quarrels
Mistakes will be made
All should learn from them one day
Broken hearts will mend
No such covenant
Under the mind's own duress
When two minus one
All the reasons why
Take the time to understand
A once bitter grudge
Darling petals fall
Orchid and Thorns embroiled
Time heals old quarrels
No saint, both sinner
Unsung songs by both gender
Hearts apart blossom
All the reasons why
Take the time to understand
A once bitter grudge
Darling petals fall
Orchid and Thorns embroiled
Time heals old quarrels
Written as a Haiku poem on 15/8/11 on the bus from Glasgow to Wishaw, listening to 'Tamer Animals' by Other Lives
I also began another set of lyrics, but in a different poetic style. I want to explore as many different styles as possible, and so started writing one as an English sonnet. The song entitled 'Concrete Clowns' is about the recently rioting throughout England. My own personal feelings and opinions on this topic is that a small group of anti-social individuals hi-jacked a peaceful protest, and used it to begin a campaign of unnecessary destruction. No excuses, or reasoning by those involved can explain the terrible behaviour including the looting, arson, and even murders that happen that week.
Concrete Clowns
Hear the marching of boots,
See the riot vans deployed,
A cause that's loots,
Is a cause destroyed,
With each sea of fire,
Concrete clowns rampage the streets,
A inaudiable orchastrated choir,
Free money and endless treats,
A pup lies with a shattered skull,
The peelers are ripped to pieces,,
Showers bring about a quiet lull,
It's time to iron out the creases,
What to do with the concrete clown,
After they have burned England to the ground?
Written 15-16/8/11 on buses from Glasgow to Edinburgh/Edinburgh to Glasgow, in the form of an English sonnet poem.
I will continue to write more poems as time goes on. I will not be able to write or record any music over the next few weeks, but hopefully will do in the next few months or so. I'm looking forward to starting to create the sound for the sister album to 'Anonymous'.
Watch this space,
Wullae
www.wullaewright.bandcamp.com
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