a piece written exploring texture and what we miss in between the notes we play. the piece consists of 30 seconds of guitar audio in 3 parts, one playing chords, another improvising a melody and the third distorting feedback. the three guitar lines, each running for 30 seconds each are stretched out to 10 minutes leaving each track distorted. the aim is to hear not just the notes but the sound in between them. each track is run through simple digital effects and this is most definitely a work in progress.... i am currently arranging this for a group of instruments through the aid of Max, but we'll see how that goes.  


Missing Signals

A song written for a WAAPA Project. 
music and lyrics by Sarah Louise Nelson
vocals sung by Sophie Rogers
initial recordings by Sarah Louise Nelson
Mix and Master by Joshua Giles


Lover's Game

Recorded as per request for WAAPA Short Film "Adult Fiction"
Music and Lyrics by Sarah Louise Nelson
Vocals Sung by Holly-Jay Dean and Sarah Louise Nelson
Original recordings by Sarah Louise Nelson
Mixing and Master By Joshua Giles 

lyrics:

hey little boy don't stray to far from home
hey don't you know its harder to make peace when you're alone
hey little boy don't break before you let it all go
you know in matters of the heart, the healing is quite slow

i like long walks in the rain
you like to play your little games
you may think we are the same
but i see a difference
 hey little boy your just too late
im to tired to deal with your mistakes
and make, them go away

hey little boy please don't bother me
leave you baggage at the door,  and practice what you preach
hey little boy, you wear it on your sleeve
its a game of hard to get and see? i play for keeps

i like sentimental things
you'll see what good fortune brings
when you realise our destiny
is just a little different.
 hey little boy for goodness sake
i've just got too much on my plate
to build and break. we build and break. 

pretty people listen close
don't dwell on forgotten ghosts
just breath deep and let it go
you know there's something out there
Little boy's got up and gone,
and now I sit here on my own
but i know that its not for long
he's not my ver after


i like going my own way
you like sleeping in till late
you put all my thoughts to shame
and now i see the difference
Hey little boy, it's gone and done,
being here is not much fun,
its rather blunt,
but your a ________


Little Boy

Recorded as per request for WAAPA Short Film "Adult Fiction" 
Music and Lyrics by Sarah Louise Nelson 
Vocals Sung by Holly-Jay Dean 
Original recordings by Sarah Louise Nelson 
Mixing and Master By Joshua Giles

lyrics:

father says be kind to your mother, she's watching your every step
and brother he is close behind he's wondering how you've kept
and honestly ill have to say your skin is looking awfully tired
your sister called while you were out she said please mind the garden
its overgrown     
you say it only rains here when you're alone or when    you're sad.
but me i'm happy to be here,
it only rains here when im glad
your footprints burn into the ground and leave the gravel burnt and rusted
your jealousy will kill you before you ever learn to be trusted. 

and the fall will come with ages
and your age will ware your skin
and the rain will fall regardless of your worth
and the leaves will leave the trees
when its too cold for their time
but they will always come back
when the weathers fine

i love you most in autumn when your hearts as cold as stone
but your smile is always worth its weight in gold
you say you'd like to travel and leave all this place behind
but you know the grass is never greener on the other side
id kill for your composure and to keep my past at bay
but my heart is for the taking anyway
love like you are children and grow like you don't see
live like you are lost and die like you are free.

and the fall will come with ages
and your age will ware your skin
and the rain will fall regardless of your worth
and the leaves will leave the trees
when its too cold for their time
but they will always come back
when the weathers fine
and your skin will tear and crumble 
and your bones will rot away
but your soul will stay regardless of your age
and the world will always be there
and the sky will never fall
and i'll always have your whispers in my home 

Ages

mucking around and jamming with 2 guitars, together with Symeon Papa-adams, improvised guitar melodies in shifting tempos. 

Rough draft "music box"

Composer I Lyricist I Orchestrator I Song Writer

E: slnelson92@hotmail.com




Loula-B