Re-imagined re-recording of Stay In The Suit song (2011)

Contortions Alive (Re-Imagined 2021)

I’ve been dreading answering this question
Does no one else feel the months slip by?
Faster than they ever imagined
So I prepared a response this time

But dreams don't die over night
They slowly suffocate and now all i make are excuses

What have you been up to? it’s been years
I go to work then zone out at home
Try to find the magic in things I miss
But everything gets old
And I’m getting scared that this is my life now
A TV show that won’t hold my attention, one day
I’m gonna look up and it’ll be done

hello, here's the time and weather
welcome back if this is home, enjoy your stay if it's not
I wander around old cities and streets
And end up feeling more lost than inspired

Do you ever get a glimpse of the things we’ll never get around to?
Sometimes I get a glimpse of
Tell me why you’re here, what you came for

Excuses

Song a week #8 - Prompts: Down with Love / Pistols and Petals

I left out the pistols. No one's going to get hurt over this. 

"La  douleur exquise" is a French term - 

"Directly translated, the French phrase means "exquisite pain," but that doesn't convey the full force of the sentiment. It specifically refers to that pain you feel for wanting someone you can't have." 

This song poetically cuts to the heart of the matter, and exemplifies my main sub-genre of love songs. 

La Douleur Exquise

just need to come up with something to come before this part this is gonna be the second half

holy shit i might finish a song for once

This is a piece I wrote in year 11 with my music tutor and I worked at it a bit more. its just through composed with strong focus on harmony. Right now its not my best work but if you reckon you could use my talents for any short film projects send me requests.

Conrad's Fall

clear air I wonder
what’s the clap if not the thunder?

sandstorm in a blur
it’s never what you heard
the drywall pouring out my mouth
is not a resolution

you’re waiting to be fed

make believe
a chance at tyranny, a lightbulb
far away and always changing colors
keeping time
duality
the oscillation between reason and 
a hungry hateful god
that’s got his fingers on your pulse now


pleurisy 
the wheeze of lungs lost in the haze
in out ribs in out ribs in  
the easiest days are the ones where I remember
you’re just a balloon that I have 0 been letting out

the pressure’s going down


don’t retrieve
the symbolic easing of time
forty years and a scar
 that looks just like me
a tragedy
made of mirrors and lonely shoes
far too small for growing feet
like mine used to be

hope is a bug
wings for the beloved

The Great Spider Slipped A Stone Into My Pocket

Week 3 2020

Your yellow bike chained to the back porch in the sun
Your silly grin etched on your face despite everyone

What if I said this is the wrong place
You already knew that you were destined for more
What if I knew about your bad days
I was selfish, scared, and barely any better now

The frantic phone calls from your family when you'd gone
The rumors and the sideways glances in your own home

Bad Days

A little yellow bird lookin through my window
But I didn't hear nothin hed say
Well the sun still shines despite all we done
And the world don't need us here anyway

Well have you seen the canals in venice
They turned clear in just a few days
Someone even saw a few dolphins
The world don't need us here anyway

Well what was it like before we got here
Before we wore out our stay
How did we get so damn greedy
The world dont need us here anyway

Can't you see the worlds been on fire?
And its us that is causing it to decay
Maybe this is a final warning
The world dont need us here anyway

Forget all about the stock market
The dead dont need a 401K
We could all be gone tomorrow
the world dont need us here anyway

Bad Days

Nakul

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