Words Of Wisdom

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Got a Story to Tell

Price I'll Pay

Nomad (rough) - Laura

Finally got some time for myself i got high and made this last night :) went for the bossa nova feel

Everyday mystery first take

自分にとっての数直線上の−方向の全ての季節に歌を書く気持ちで作りました。右でも前でもなく、左であり後ろである——そんな感覚をずっと自分自身に抱いていました。そして何か特定の出来事があるわけではなくても、なんとなく「置いてきてしまったな」とか「置いて行かれてしまったな」と思うことがあります。そういった意味を込めて「左後」、英語だと”left behind”という言葉をつけました。 音楽を通して鍵をかけて箱に入れていた記憶を並べて、それらが確かにそこにあったことを覚えていたいと思います。そしてそれらが誰かの左後の季節に重なったら、とても嬉しく思います。
I created this album as if I were writing songs for all the seasons on the negative side of my own number line — not to the right or forward, but to the left and behind. I have always carried that feeling within myself. Even when there isn’t a specific event, there are moments when I find myself thinking, “I’ve left something behind,” or “I’ve been left behind.” That’s why I chose the title “左後” (Left Behind). Through music, I wanted to line up the memories I had locked away in boxes and kept hidden, and to remember that they truly existed. If these songs overlap with someone else’s own "left behind seasons," I would be truly happy.

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Verse 1:
A quarter cup of some peaches
Two ounces of sugar too:
It's pretty sweet - the way I like it-
Lets add some acid
And some cinnamon too

Pre-chorus 1:
That sweetness I don't wanna forget -
I want it back in place of this bitterness
(oh well)

Chorus 1:
So set the heat on a medium-low,
And let it sit for a minute or so.
And do a dance - or maybe just something to occupy your hands.
So you don't lose something that you love;
guess I had too big a plan,
Or maybe I just need some lullaby jam

Verse 2:
(lullaby jam)
I'm sure other fruits taste fine, but 
Peach and cinnamon do just fine
for my PNLSBNE [Puhnales Beneh] palette.

Pre-chorus 2:
But I guess
There's no point in holding on
(There's no point in going on)

What I had should be long gone by now.
(What I had should be right here with me).

Bridge:
'Least I hope she's in a better place than I,
'Cause this mental state is simply to die for.

Chorus 2:
So set the heat on high, and
let it boil, meanwhile I
Will sit and rack my brain - wring out every mistake I could've made:

Is it fair to anyone - 
I don't think I care -
I'd just like to fix what I broke,
something 'bout "lullaby jam" or so he wrote.

lullaby jam

I worked on ramble some more - and I quite like how it sounds sounds now compared to before. It's not finished yet - so please let me know your critiques

(I cut out the 2nd half of the 2nd verse because I havent completely worked out how it should sound yet)

Also - here are the lyrics:

(Who cares if you 
Whisper to the dark).

(It might be fine,
As long as I don’t talk)

Staring out the window, and heading
Absolutely nowhere.
I’m sure it’s fine to dawdle. 

It seems the midnight fever has got a 
Viciously sweet demeanor.
Bartender, blur me out on dreams.

I like to think I’ve got a place
To run to.
Despite the pace that I’m falling past 
You at, right now.

I’m tumbling over my own 
Feet, at terminal velocity.
It’s lovely how the city slee-
-ps when I can’t catch a wink:

(Hey), why do these streetlights mimic
Your eyes, so well 

And why do these late nights
Make me ramble like hell.

The hands on the clock are ajar - and everything
Is as it shouldn’t be.
Is this really my reality?

I’m falling free through a 
Thick sea of irony
And it’s terrifying.

I’m barreling through my dreams at a
Breakneck speed.
I rather hate how my mood 
Swings when you’re around me.

(Hey), I just need more late nights, dancing un-
-der lead lights to forget what we’ve been through.

But somehow forgetting doesn’t seem like
The right thing to do.

I can’t laugh about it yet:
I guess the joke’s gone way over my head.

Hey - 
Sometimes I wish I’d lie in place of sly tries to
Dance around the truth: as much for myself, as for you.

You’re crashing into my real-
-ity at light-speed.
While you’re at it - take me far from this
Galaxy - I wanna see

(How) far I can go back - knowing a handful
Of my faults, and failures -

And maybe in my dreams - I’ll get to 
See that happy ending.

I can’t laugh about it 
yet: I guess the joke’s gone way over my

Head. Broken sense of humor 
hits - (hey) shut up, quit ramblin’

ramble

Bye Bye My Sweet Honey

이렇게

I really enjoy making music, because it's a way for me to communicate: and I hope you'll bare with me while I learn to express what I wish through song 😅.

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