So, I know nobody has heard City is Dark except for JD, but I now have 5 new songs for a new album, or at very least an EP. So I don't really know what to say about the songs, their just love songs...torch songs. All kind of have a common thread, I think, but I also think I've achieved something I've been talking about for months, with the song I wrote this afternoon. My best writing time is immediately after being high with people, if I'm by myself. The title took really long, but it still isn't great; it's called Take it Slow. I like simple titles. Expect that for the title I decide on, I was considering 'Love Songs,' today. Don't worry that won't be it, but it will be simple. Hopefully one word.
01: Drums
02: White Flag
03: Stargazer Lily
04: Qoholet & Song of Songs
05: Paint Your Winter (Shades of Blue)
06: Take it Slow
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
City is Dark
I know nobody has heard it and I am sorry. I haven't got an internet connection, as a result of my computer losing it's mind with viruses. Thusly it may still be a month or so before I can regularly update my music shiz. So, here are the lyrics to the opening track, 'Blue Snowflakes Start Falling,' from City is Dark (Torch Songs & the Charred Remains):
A calm runs over us,
shimmering brilliant in a cold rush.
Flickering in headlights,
beaming into the park.
And girls with red scarves,
and red cheeks on white streets.
Girls with red scarves,
and red cheeks on white streets,
know that when blue snowflakes start falling on the cold streets,
that's where I'll be;
the city is dead 'til then.
The city is dead.
The city is dead 'til the winter comes.
A storm falls over us,
quivering silent in the cold slush.
Flickering in streetlights,
dark-yellow shining in the dark.
And girls with red scarves,
and cold feet on cold street.
Girls with red scarves,
and cold feet on cold streets,
know that when blue snowflakes start falling on the cold streets,
that's where I'll be;
the city is dead til then, anyway.
The city is dead.
The city is dead 'til the winter comes.
It was written in the fall obviously. Not a lot of exciting guitar parts, mostly vocal. Anyway I will post it when I can.
A calm runs over us,
shimmering brilliant in a cold rush.
Flickering in headlights,
beaming into the park.
And girls with red scarves,
and red cheeks on white streets.
Girls with red scarves,
and red cheeks on white streets,
know that when blue snowflakes start falling on the cold streets,
that's where I'll be;
the city is dead 'til then.
The city is dead.
The city is dead 'til the winter comes.
A storm falls over us,
quivering silent in the cold slush.
Flickering in streetlights,
dark-yellow shining in the dark.
And girls with red scarves,
and cold feet on cold street.
Girls with red scarves,
and cold feet on cold streets,
know that when blue snowflakes start falling on the cold streets,
that's where I'll be;
the city is dead til then, anyway.
The city is dead.
The city is dead 'til the winter comes.
It was written in the fall obviously. Not a lot of exciting guitar parts, mostly vocal. Anyway I will post it when I can.
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