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Intro song I did for FAWM

Lyrics:

Wake in the morning and 
Shake off the night
Chase off the yawning and
Make it a sigh
Brace for the moment
The brightness of light
Basic atonement
Disciple of sight
Colors unfolding in covers I'm forming
And fall into place in a stasis dissolving
A present dependence, abandon the wait
A present intention to land in the space
Bass I evolve in a cadence of falling
Feet as I creep into paces involving
Steps to the dresser, I plan for the day
Steps to impress a demand to display a
Certain demeanor I feature in fabric
Clothes that enclose all I'm seeking to fashion
Cash in the feeling, a t-shirt and pants,
Passionate breathing, I keep up the dance in
A stance that I plant in the mirror I'm peering
Peeling the layers a prayer appearing
"Let my appearance be just enough"
Level the fearing and focus on trust
Trust in the process and toss out the toxic
Tempting preempting resentment I'm lost in
Hate in behavior I cannot dispel
Break off the anger and anchor the swell
Hold to the moment, the brightness of light
Chosen devotion, disciple of sight
Don't let the groaning result in your strife
Open the exit and enter your life 


First Light

There are strange forces at work, lurking underneath the shiny, impeccable surface of this place: Looming behind all those perfect little fence posts and neighborly smiles, there's a sense of isolation, of emptiness, a hint of claustrophobia, that fear of being in the wrong place, too far removed from where things are really happening. It's true: darkness has fallen upon suburbia. Welcome to the unadorned world of Innhverfi.

Using a play on the Icelandic words for "suburbs" and "introvert" for its title, Innhverfi is the debut solo album from Sigur Rós' and Jónsi's touring keyboard player/percussionist Óbó – in his passport it says Ólafur Björn Ólafsson –, and although comprised of no more than 7 compositions, it does run the gamut of suburban bliss turned upside down: After the LP's minimalistic opener "Úthverfi", a track that melancholically opens up after a long, immensely dark and brooding intro, that ultimately offers some respite in the form of playful Glockenspiel over layers of slow-moving sonic lava, the equally cinematic "Svartur galdur" leaves much room for Óbó's trademark baritone: Like a bespectacled puppeteer with fluffy hair, he seems to shuffle and rearrange home-recorded bits and lullaby-like DIY pieces in front of our very eyes, which can't help but follow, as we move deeper into the somewhat forlorn suburban landscape that has inspired this record. Imagine dark, wet streets, overcast little alleys, and suddenly a cat or a candle on a windowsill, breathing slowly.

Elsewhere, "Gjallarhornin" – all spoken words, piano, strings, vibraphone, rearranged like a whirlwind in slow-motion – makes way for a hopeful oomph deferred and silent-movie era melodies, while "Stilla", an instrumental, commences like early Efterklang, but there's no gaudiness on the horizon: When the subtle electronics and percussions erupt in the end, it all feels just right – if only for a brief moment. Finally, the subdued birdsong and jazz-inspired piano of "Fyrirbo∂i" underline that Ólafsson has worked on motion picture soundtracks in the past – e.g. The Good Heart, Steypa –, and before it all ends, he even throws in a foot-stompin' alt-pop song of sorts ("Rétt e∂a rangt?"). The last stop of this journey into the haunting underbelly of the suburban mind is "Gullregn": A creaking door that opens to unveil his own garden of forking paths, a place where one can still decide, shake things up, jump the fence and run, leave before it's too late. It's pure possibility, presented in a golden light.

Although Innhverfi is his debut effort as a solo artist, Óbó's musical handwriting has been all over the Icelandic map in recent years: A multi-instrumentalist and a wizard on percussions, he studied piano and later composition in various European cities and has performed and recorded with artists such as Sigur Rós, Jónsi, Emiliana Torrini, Stórsveit Nix Noltes, slowblow, Benni Hemm Hemm, múm, Jóhann Jóhannsson, Úlfur Hansson and Valgeir Sigur∂sson, to name a few.

Though few will be able to understand the lyrics in his native Icelandic, one thing is certain: Innhverfi is the very antidote to the affliction and troubles it sketches out. Turns out we've been in the right place all along.

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Óbó: Rett Eda Rangt?

Written by Taylor Leonhardt 

LYRIC:

I see Jesus when I close my eyes
When I lay down my head at night
Are you up there in the sky?
Are you real or in my mind?

Oh my god if it isn’t you 
Then who am I talking to?
I’ve got some good friends
And I’ve told a few of them 
I see Jesus

Oooooh

I see Jesus when I try to pray
I never know what to say
Mostly he just waits
Mostly I say thanks

Oooooh

There’s a woman on my street
From her stoop she waves at me
And then I have to blink 
Cause I look at her and think 
All the things I’ve done in your name 
Oh my God I’m so ashamed
I hold it up to your burning flame
Would you burn all the shit away

Til I see Jesus 
Oooooh

I see Jesus in the downtown church
I see Jesus when I hear the word
She puts the ashes on my head 
I know one day I’ll be dead
Will it be just like you said?
World without end?
Did I get it right enough
I was wrong about so much
But I hope I learned to love
Yeah I hope I learned to love

I SEE JESUS

Day #2 in the 7in7 challenge--create a song every day for seven days.

Listen for the same melody repeating three times, with different accompaniments each time it repeats. The form of the piece is AAA.

(labeled No. 2 because I have No. 1... I just haven't finished it yet. Additionally, this recording isn't great.. The goal is just to get it out there, not to master or perfect it for now :)

Things Are Not Always What They Seem - No. 2

Day 3 out of 7! 

This one has the same format as No. 2, AA'A'' or ABA', where the middle A section may almost be its own section (B). 

The left hand is the same throughout the piece (called an ostinato), so listen as the harmonies change in the right hand, but not the left. 
I wanted to use the ostinato here to explore more of the theme; if this piece were played by just the left hand, it would be a very dull piece, hearing the same texture over and over and over. Yet along with so many changes, you only realize at the end that you're hearing the ostinato much differently than you began. Things are not always as they seem at first.

Things Are Not Always What They Seem - No. 3

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Music feels abstract today. How this sounds, is how it feels when I paint. I have no clue what I’m doing. I just let myself feel.

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