November 2008 Archives

Petal from the Rose (mp3)

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Okay.  Today I will finally post a song that has been in the making for a few years now.  I guess it took so long because early on I combined two melodies that I had been working on.  It was nice a moment when I was playing one in my head and then the other started playing in the right place - it just needed a key change to make the puzzle fit.  That was nice except that I had already begun sequencing the two bits.  It is not an easy thing to merge two sessions in Cubase (my sequencer), but in the end it was just laziness that made it take so long.  The good thing about waiting was that by the time I merged them, I had the song entirely composed in my head, so putting down the arrangement actually went smoothly.  Now it was time to record the vocals, which I did about two months ago...ugh.  First off, I don't really know what I am singing about.  Don't ask.  In the end, I guess it is about contradictions within myself.  The form is sort of weird because of the fact that I combined two pieces of music.  I don't really know how I feel about this one because it took so long to complete.  It is a bit anti-climatic I suppose.  You all let me know, please.  And by the way, not everything takes forever with me though it seems that way.  "Witness," a favorite of many, was done, start to finish, in about two weeks.  Afterwards it left me with an empty feeling inside as though I had just puked up all my inspiration.  I guess I did. 

Without further ado...

Gabino - Petal from the Rose.mp3

Like a petal from the rose
Falling on your grave
Like the ashes from the smoke
In your blackened lungs

It's such a crime to waste your time
by smoking your mind dry
It's so easy to think you're crazy
when you're young you're not
It's all aligned for when you find your gift
It's up to you to lift others on up

I should have been banging down doors
Crawling on all fours
Screaming out my name

We're all worried where the next bomb will threat ***
Where the next train will wreck
Where's that storm that washed away your dreams

It's such a crime to waste your time
by drinking your mind blind
And it's so easy to think you're crazy
when you're old you are
It's all aligned for when you find your gift
It's up to you to lift others on up

I should have been banging down doors
Crawling naked on floors
Screaming out my name

***
I do realize that bombs threaten and do not threat.  But it works musically and it rhymes in a hip-hop sort of way. The line always bothers the linguistic sensibilities of my girlfriend and I am sure she is not alone. Forgive me.


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