Tagged: acoustic

Acoustic Cover of the day

Yeah I fucked a bit up. so sue me.

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Broken Compass

I’ve been spending the last few days boxing up my things as I’m moving house soon. It’s a soul destroying task, and as you’d expect, I’ve been distracting myself with other things, like songwriting.

Here’s what I came up with.

A song about the directionless melancholy of the individual.

You said you’d wait for me
I said I’d get there on my own,
But not before I knew exactly where to go

But now it seems to me
My compass spins without control
And every star winks out and I am left alone

And every road I walk is just another
Blind shot in the dark,
No route, no maps, no goals

I’ve followed in the footsteps of the many
Great and good, but no;
This is not me.

And so I find myself
About a million miles from home
And still no closer to the place I need to go.

Are you still waiting there?
Will you come and meet me on the road?
The burning bridges show exactly where to go

And every road I walk is just another
Blind shot in the dark,
No route, no maps, no goals

And yet I cut my own path to whatever
Place I want to go,
Cause I am free!

I’m free.

Solitary havens mark my passage through the dark;
All abandoned, but not forgotten, there I left my mark.

Forever I shall wander now, it’s too late to start again
But for what it’s worth just know I’ll always be your friend.

It’s about time

Well it’s valentine’s day, so I decided to write a depressing song. True to form, I fuck it up twice while playing it.

Clouds scar the blue sky
And I miss you
But you’re never coming home
You left it behind
And you’re gone
But not forgotten

Chorus
Oh, Remember those days
When we fought the world
And damned be the consequences
And sure, so sure we’d win
We never thought our world could fall apart

Time heals all wounds
I still miss you
As I look around my home
These things I don’t need
and perhaps
you had it right

It’s time to leave
Too long I’ve let myself rot
I know that I won’t see you again
But I just have to go

I think of the people I’ve left…
Maybe they’ll miss me
But I’m never going home

Stockholm Mask

I know I still have not posted anything about my trip to Kilimanjaro. I have been… not really in the right frame of mind.

I did write a song though, so you can have that instead.

And the lyrics if you’re interested:

Lost sight of everyone
Memories as ghostly as the fog
I’ve no choice but to run and hide
Haunted day and night by this black dog

Unwilling fugitive
Dredging up resistance from my core
Switch, cover up to give a false
Impression of me forevermore

Crushed under the weight of a thousand fucking lies
this Stockholm syndrome Existence
Dug my own grave and lined it well with broken promises
But I refuse to die.

Still alive, still functioning
Burning all the bridges that I cross
Won’t stop though everything is gone
When you feel nothing all you feel no loss

A thousand lies a thousand deaths a thousand fucking more
A thousand shattered slivers of life
Manifest in me, distorted mockery of self, but hear me
I WILL NOT STOP NOW
Dug my own grave and lined it well with broken promises
But I refuse to die.

Miracles

You’d be hard pushed to find a shitter band than Insane Clown Posse. Their particular brand of offensive sub-par misogynistic rap-core seems to attract retarded fans by the score, who dress up as clowns and assert that “nobody understands them”.

“Jugglos”, they call themselves. Well, we do actually understand you. I know it seems weird, but we understand really well, you see, we just think you’re all massive twats.

Anyway, today I was feeling a little creative, so I took an ICP song (well, I say “song”, I don’t really know what it should be called), “Miracles”, and transformed it from a crappy rap-core song into a traditional folk dirge. I tried to make it moving and epic, but as I was pushed for time it’s a little rough around the edges. Still, the people who’ve heard it seem to think it’s good, and have suggested I make some more.

What do you guys think?

Cover of the day

So I worked out how to play Stitches by Much the Same today. It’s a great song – the original is melodic hardcore, but of course it gets the acoustic treatment here. Probably still needs a bit of work before it’s street ready, but here you go. It’s about being trapped in a broken relationship… something we’ve probably all been through at some point.

Lyrics:

A violent scream is better than
The whisper of sweet nothings
Which hold us together.
But I’ll never understand
Why we don’t let the flames burn the fan.
No I’ll never understand
Why we don’t let the flames burn the fan

Kindness is where we fail.
Don’t understand why we’re happier to be
In discontent, this life is not well spent;
Is it better to suffer than to be alone?

So hide your heart and close your mind.
Puth the key in a dark place where I can’t find
And don’t forget to lie
‘Cause we would rather leave the truth behind
Yeah don’t forget to lie
‘Cause we would rather leave the truth behind

Kindness is where we fail.
Don’t understand why we’re happier to be
In discontent, this life is not well spent;
Is it better to suffer than to be alone?

If I treated you like dirt
Would you stick to me like mud?
Why is this your idea of love?
I can’t be clean,
I’ve come apart at the seams,
Stitches can’t fix everything.

Song of the day with a twist

Today’s song of the day is “So Cold” by Breaking Benjamin, but I thought that instead of the actuaal song I’d record myself singing it. So here it is. DISCLAIMER: I’m not very good on guitar so I cheated with the chords a bit. Also I mess up a couple of times but hey, who’s counting, right?