I fell no insidement to mew sick dis weak.
So, there woolled bee no weakly top cent track now.
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So, there woolled bee no weakly top cent track now.
A Perfect Stormy Day for a Sabbath Day (by Con Artist Trickster)
The package that I’m waiting
Now you can see just what it brings
I’m so excited when time runs out,
To be hysterical and shout aloud
This is it, the one
On what
They count
On what
They count
On what…
It is the day when the black box comes
Hiding it secretly and escape the troublesome
I used to know how to act,
A spoiled kid really can beg
The pink lingerie in a black box
After that creepy thing I stalked
A cheap fake rock tricked honestly
A very disgusting duality
This is it, the one
In what
They believe
In what
They believe
In what…
How does it feel to become the cause of that disappointment? Seeing the ones we know for good crumbles because we are not what they expected. We already knew and accepted their expectation in the first place, we let them grow that expectation and even enjoy it and nurture that expectation in them to grow bigger. Maybe we didn't know for sure it will come to this, but all we got is that we didn't want to lose that luxury. We're just so goddamn ignorant to feel it, to realize it, and to accept it.
When it all happened, seeing how devastated the ones we've disappointed, a certain feeling exploded in ourselves. We're fucked. It's FUBAR inside us. Then, the two devils started to speak out: "It's not your fault. You never asked for it, didn't you?" and "You are heartless and brainless shit! See what you've done?" Then, other thing started to exist in place of that joy of expectation; the devastation of regret in us will never stop. If there's someone who just couldn't forgive and let go, it is us.
Now you can see just what it brings
I’m so excited when time runs out,
To be hysterical and shout aloud
This is it, the one
On what
They count
On what
They count
On what…
It is the day when the black box comes
Hiding it secretly and escape the troublesome
I used to know how to act,
A spoiled kid really can beg
The pink lingerie in a black box
After that creepy thing I stalked
A cheap fake rock tricked honestly
A very disgusting duality
This is it, the one
In what
They believe
In what
They believe
In what…
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Disappointed people clinging onto bottles, crushed like a bug in the ground. That's what Radiohead say in "Let Down". It's a picture of somebody being let down. They're smacked, crushed like a bug in the ground, destroyed. The greater they grip on something in the first place, the more severely they're crushed. The higher you fly, the harder you'll fall. They put all they got in an expectation, they give hope, they give faith, but then it's all collapsed. They stagger and try to accept that they have been let down. Their expectation, faith, and hope are proved for nothing. It's more than empty, it's nothingness.How does it feel to become the cause of that disappointment? Seeing the ones we know for good crumbles because we are not what they expected. We already knew and accepted their expectation in the first place, we let them grow that expectation and even enjoy it and nurture that expectation in them to grow bigger. Maybe we didn't know for sure it will come to this, but all we got is that we didn't want to lose that luxury. We're just so goddamn ignorant to feel it, to realize it, and to accept it.
When it all happened, seeing how devastated the ones we've disappointed, a certain feeling exploded in ourselves. We're fucked. It's FUBAR inside us. Then, the two devils started to speak out: "It's not your fault. You never asked for it, didn't you?" and "You are heartless and brainless shit! See what you've done?" Then, other thing started to exist in place of that joy of expectation; the devastation of regret in us will never stop. If there's someone who just couldn't forgive and let go, it is us.
Hypothermic (by Con Artist Trickster)
Close my eyes it’s so dark
I’ll sink in the sea water
In the flame, go set a fire
Pouring fresh water for the flood
Get some love in this life
Freeze this life with some lust
Greatest honesty is telling a lie
Most cunning lie is giving the truth
They’re doin it great
Just keep them mad me
Like putting Christ on the cross
Breeding hell for devils
Cannot look for what’s lost
Lost the one in the palm
Aging up in a kindergarten
Still so hard to walk along them
I always take it in the maximum
While the common is enough to burn
They’re not so great now
They’re not taking me
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I’ll sink in the sea water
In the flame, go set a fire
Pouring fresh water for the flood
Get some love in this life
Freeze this life with some lust
Greatest honesty is telling a lie
Most cunning lie is giving the truth
They’re doin it great
Just keep them mad me
Like putting Christ on the cross
Breeding hell for devils
Cannot look for what’s lost
Lost the one in the palm
Aging up in a kindergarten
Still so hard to walk along them
I always take it in the maximum
While the common is enough to burn
They’re not so great now
They’re not taking me
John “Gibberish” Lennon (I)
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Weakly Tough Tent Cracks
Here are the songs I listen to mostly in this week.
(I put the link just in case you curious about them. Check 'em out)
01. Radiohead - Bodysnatcher (I got the live version)
02. White Stripes - 300 MPH Torrential Outpour Blues
03. The Murmurs - H.R. Pufnstuf
04. Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Hysteric (Again)
05. Modern Lovers - Roadrunner
06. International Noise Conspiracy - Smash It up
07. 5th Dimension - Aquarius & Let the Sunshine In
08. The Mamas & The Papas - Monday, Monday
09. Tatu - How Soon Is Now
10.Rage Against the Machine - Renegade Kings Of Funk
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(I put the link just in case you curious about them. Check 'em out)
01. Radiohead - Bodysnatcher (I got the live version)
02. White Stripes - 300 MPH Torrential Outpour Blues
03. The Murmurs - H.R. Pufnstuf
04. Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Hysteric (Again)
05. Modern Lovers - Roadrunner
06. International Noise Conspiracy - Smash It up
07. 5th Dimension - Aquarius & Let the Sunshine In
08. The Mamas & The Papas - Monday, Monday
09. Tatu - How Soon Is Now
10.Rage Against the Machine - Renegade Kings Of Funk
The Land of Living Dangerously (by Con Artist Trickster)
It’s the land of living dangerously
Amusing, tremendous, inspiring, murderous
Blank-eye of those audiences… Blinking
Munching sweet cookies and the sweet drain
Free pass for everyone, every moment
A lot of entrances and no exit
The hosts come for commercial breaks
With the heavenly-flavored baits
They may make a really nice crime
A nice crime tastes like ice cream
Next show with the courtesy
Of those drawn in prophecy
Magical Persuasion
Deadly determination
Ascetic children’s in-life dream
Hysterical, enthusiast scream
A legal evil evangelical
An out-fashioned unjust trial
Amusing
Tremendous
Inspiring
Murderous
John “Gibberish” Lennon (II)
All Abord Speeching(Written by John Lennon)
1. Speak your Clear and Nasal, for distance. 'Ron cordially begs to inform Mam all is forgiver. Many peoble express great height with the word Mam.
2. Sing with long voice. For discharge Deep breathing is Nescafe for a dark voice, deep breeding and in haley is very impotent for broadcastle and outlying ariels ... visibility nil in Rockall and Fredastaire? Practice daily but not if you're debb and duff.
3. For sample, the word frenetically wrote, must be charged grammatically with bowel pronouned strangely. e.g. 'While talking on you my Ivans are getting cold, and you know, as well as I do, that we must strive the Ivan while it is that'. Regarth in Oxfam they speak 'Aivan' but in Caimblige 'Oivan' - the bowel thus strethed pronuned - piglo. Practice davy but not if you are Mutt and Jeff.
(Copied from John Lennon in His Own Write. Published by Simon & Schuster, Inc., 2000)
(Copied from John Lennon in His Own Write. Published by Simon & Schuster, Inc., 2000)
John “Gibberish” Lennon (III)
At the Denis(Written by John Lennon)
Madam: I have a hallowed tooth that suffer me greatly.Sir: Sly down in that legchair Madam and open your gorble wide - your mouse is all but toothless.
Madam: Alad! I have but eight tooth remaining (eight tooth left).
Sir: Then you have lost eighty three.
Madam: Impossyble.
Sir: Everybody knows there are foor decisives two canyons and ten grundies, which make thirsty two in all.
Madam: But I have done everyting to save my tooth.
Sir: Perhumps! but to no avague.
Madam: Ah! why did I not insult you sooner!
Sir: To late, it must be now or neville.
Madam: You will put it out for me then?
Sir: No, madman. I will excrete it.
Madam: But that is very painful.
Sir: Let me see it - Crack! there it be madarce.
Madam: But I wish to keep (was an anxious to keep) that tooth.
Sir: It was all black and moody, and the others are too.
Madam: Mercy - I will have none to eat soon.
Sir: A free Nasty Heath set is good, and you will look thirty years jungle.
Madam: (Aside) Thirty years jungle; (Aloud) Sir I am no catholic, put out all my stumps.
Sir: O.K. Gummy.
(Copied from John Lennon in His Own Write. Published by Simon & Schuster, Inc., 2000)
John "Gibberish" Lennon, A Perlude
I’ve just got this book from my friend, it’s entitled “John Lennon in His Own Writing”. And I assure you, that guy is really surreal; or maybe silly, or deeply-hallucinated, mmm…or maybe he’s just simply a genius clown? Is he DEEP? That is Paul’s question in the introduction, and neither many of us can answer that question probably. Now I think I can understand the way he came to what he sang in “I am the Walrus”, “Come Together”, and his other what-the-hell-does-he-mean songs.
The subjects he wrote were far from sane, or intellectually accepted, and there are no sane or intellectual characters in his writings too. Then, the way he spilled them out in a [sic]-diction kind of writing will (for sure makes us laugh sometimes) make you think that probably he is just mocking people, mocking how they think, laughing life, and everything? It’s really likely that he did mean it to be funny, in a satirical way of course.
Then another question is arousing, whether he somehow did slip a hidden and deeper figurative meanings in them, and if he did, those will be so damn deeply buried. Paul’s introduction also noted that people tend to dig his writings so deep, maybe even deeper than the writings themselves. In my opinion, if there is ever someone who think he/she has found the meanings and conveys those meanings in theoretic rationalized terms, I guess it will make him/herself sounds absurd also.
May be those efforts are essentially unnecessary. May be it’s just like what Paul said in the introduction “None of it has to make sense and if it seems funny then that’s enough”.
PS. It is not mansioned who this Paul is, could be McCartney, could be not.
PPS. I put some of those wry things in this blog without in fast tea getting them.
PPPS. I idiotically copy that style of writings, though it's still bit lousy.
The subjects he wrote were far from sane, or intellectually accepted, and there are no sane or intellectual characters in his writings too. Then, the way he spilled them out in a [sic]-diction kind of writing will (for sure makes us laugh sometimes) make you think that probably he is just mocking people, mocking how they think, laughing life, and everything? It’s really likely that he did mean it to be funny, in a satirical way of course.
Then another question is arousing, whether he somehow did slip a hidden and deeper figurative meanings in them, and if he did, those will be so damn deeply buried. Paul’s introduction also noted that people tend to dig his writings so deep, maybe even deeper than the writings themselves. In my opinion, if there is ever someone who think he/she has found the meanings and conveys those meanings in theoretic rationalized terms, I guess it will make him/herself sounds absurd also.
May be those efforts are essentially unnecessary. May be it’s just like what Paul said in the introduction “None of it has to make sense and if it seems funny then that’s enough”.
PS. It is not mansioned who this Paul is, could be McCartney, could be not.
PPS. I put some of those wry things in this blog without in fast tea getting them.
PPPS. I idiotically copy that style of writings, though it's still bit lousy.
(An Eulogy from and to a) City Slicker (by Con Artist Trickster)
See the end, it’s far to fall
Blind-zero. Where to go?
This cradle of riddles
Blind-zero. Where to go?
I can feel it, I’m numb
I can see it, I’m blind
Bottle breaks, apes escape
Blind-zero. Where to go?
Rhetoric, well-bred ethics
Blind-zero. Where to go?
It’s horse-power, it’s working hour
Blind-zero, where to go?
Cash lured, cash rules
Blind-zero, where to go?
I can feel it, I’m numb
I can see it, I’m blind
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Blind-zero. Where to go?
This cradle of riddles
Blind-zero. Where to go?
I can feel it, I’m numb
I can see it, I’m blind
Bottle breaks, apes escape
Blind-zero. Where to go?
Rhetoric, well-bred ethics
Blind-zero. Where to go?
It’s horse-power, it’s working hour
Blind-zero, where to go?
Cash lured, cash rules
Blind-zero, where to go?
I can feel it, I’m numb
I can see it, I’m blind
Call and Roll (by Con Artist Trickster)
Call and Roll
There so many things that they want to say
To me who seemingly will turn to grey
I recalled
I got a call
I made a call
Just for the wall
Should’ve never fought. Just follow the wave.
Either it’ll be curse or gift. It is not to waste
I recalled
I got a call
I made call
Just for the wall
To whom it might be proven, will it matter?
To whom I will make peace, may it make things better.
I recalled
I got a call
I made a call
Just for the wall
I’ve been nobody’s dog, I’ve been a still sitting duck
Enlightened and endarkened by whoever may give a hug
I recalled
I got a call
I made a call
Just for the wall
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There so many things that they want to say
To me who seemingly will turn to grey
I recalled
I got a call
I made a call
Just for the wall
Should’ve never fought. Just follow the wave.
Either it’ll be curse or gift. It is not to waste
I recalled
I got a call
I made call
Just for the wall
To whom it might be proven, will it matter?
To whom I will make peace, may it make things better.
I recalled
I got a call
I made a call
Just for the wall
I’ve been nobody’s dog, I’ve been a still sitting duck
Enlightened and endarkened by whoever may give a hug
I recalled
I got a call
I made a call
Just for the wall
27 Stories (By Con Artist Trickster)
27 Stories
He got very fond of it
The circular hypnotize
The dark pictures’ re made
Best for those bright eyes
When he left the cloud above his feet
He got very fond of it
Handmade planet without sun
For light killed the vision in his mind
So sad. This fish’s caught on bait
He throws the babies between his teeth
There were so many ears he could feed
On that floor, they watch him leaps
They said, he deserved the trip
A tale from the twenty-seven stories tower
Was over when the curtains’ re pulling over
He never gets tired of it
It just can’t behold him
It won’t let him scream
It got very fond of him
(Dedicated to the members of "Stupid Clubs", especially that stupidest one)
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He got very fond of it
The circular hypnotize
The dark pictures’ re made
Best for those bright eyes
When he left the cloud above his feet
He got very fond of it
Handmade planet without sun
For light killed the vision in his mind
So sad. This fish’s caught on bait
He throws the babies between his teeth
There were so many ears he could feed
On that floor, they watch him leaps
They said, he deserved the trip
A tale from the twenty-seven stories tower
Was over when the curtains’ re pulling over
He never gets tired of it
It just can’t behold him
It won’t let him scream
It got very fond of him
(Dedicated to the members of "Stupid Clubs", especially that stupidest one)
What will they be?
I got these scripts, which previously intended to be the lyrics for my songs, and I don't know what to do with them. I couldn't figure out which songs I have to put them into. So, they lay wasted in my file piles for so long (or was it just the way to serve them right? For they are disposable?)
The thought to put them here has came to me for some times, but I held back for many reasons, mostly about whether it will be an appropriate thing or not. But then, who cares! They can swear or talk rubbish here, so why can't I? Just like Cranberries said, "Everybody else is doing it, so why can't we?"
I never expect them to be expected as poems, since lyrics and poems are so different in many aspects. More over, I'm not so poetic myself. So, in this sophisticated and peculiar case, they're simply used-to-be-meant-to-be-song lyric-scripts.
Who knows? There might be some people who'll find them worth reading (and scolding).
The thought to put them here has came to me for some times, but I held back for many reasons, mostly about whether it will be an appropriate thing or not. But then, who cares! They can swear or talk rubbish here, so why can't I? Just like Cranberries said, "Everybody else is doing it, so why can't we?"
I never expect them to be expected as poems, since lyrics and poems are so different in many aspects. More over, I'm not so poetic myself. So, in this sophisticated and peculiar case, they're simply used-to-be-meant-to-be-song lyric-scripts.
Who knows? There might be some people who'll find them worth reading (and scolding).
Con Artist Trickster - Wau2X
Actually I wanna give the title "Wau@X", but since the character "@" is not acceptable, I gotta be satisfied with "2". It's one of my oldest songs. I wrote it like 8 years ago. Back then, I was trying to make a sounds-like-punk song. The tempo wasn't this fast when I played it with my band, but now I got a computer-operated drummer, so why not pushing it a little bit. The chord proggression hasn't change a bit, only the sound had major changes. Among the sounds offered by FL Slayer, these ones gave the best accent and character, though they still kind of flaw. Moreover, the bass parts in the chorus are difficult to notice. AND TOO MUCH CYMBALS, wAY TOO MUCH.
I wanted to make corrections, but I lost my FL file. (Hmmph...another excuse).
WAU...WAU... = Wau@X
I wanted to make corrections, but I lost my FL file. (Hmmph...another excuse).
WAU...WAU... = Wau@X
Con Artist Trickster - Revelation Mission (My name is POND, JAME'S POND)
My name east Pond, Jame's Pond. I'm on a sick earth miss yawn. Suit the bed guys and due the free tea cheeks. I head a lie sense to gill, dadly web on, hi take no logic scars, and Mandy Moore.
This is Jame's Pond speaking, two my enemiss, Be wear!! I'll make a mack knee vision entrance, my dadly guns whale speak, the boo lit will strike you dawn!!!
Aisle blow your deaf ill is scene decade to the brown. I''l brink just taste right in frown off you.
There whale bee know mare sea. Dare will pee blood. And lay disk, we goner heft a par tee. All knight lawn. Because, I'm Pond. Jame's Pond.
This is Jame's Pond speaking, two my enemiss, Be wear!! I'll make a mack knee vision entrance, my dadly guns whale speak, the boo lit will strike you dawn!!!
Aisle blow your deaf ill is scene decade to the brown. I''l brink just taste right in frown off you.
There whale bee know mare sea. Dare will pee blood. And lay disk, we goner heft a par tee. All knight lawn. Because, I'm Pond. Jame's Pond.
Weakly Tough Tent Cracks
Here are the tracks I listen to for most of the week:
01. Faders - No Sleep Tonight
02. Norah Jones - Sunrise
03. Weezer - The Greatest Man that Ever Lived
04. Tiwii - Tepu (Ha..ha..That good old days)
05. Joy Division - Transmission
06. Alanis Morissette - Hand in My Pocket
07. Carole King - Where You Lead
08. Beastie Boys - Sabotage
09. Iggy Pop - Real Wild Child
10. The Faders - Jump
In case you wanna listen to them too, I've provided the links.
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01. Faders - No Sleep Tonight
02. Norah Jones - Sunrise
03. Weezer - The Greatest Man that Ever Lived
04. Tiwii - Tepu (Ha..ha..That good old days)
05. Joy Division - Transmission
06. Alanis Morissette - Hand in My Pocket
07. Carole King - Where You Lead
08. Beastie Boys - Sabotage
09. Iggy Pop - Real Wild Child
10. The Faders - Jump
In case you wanna listen to them too, I've provided the links.
Con Artist Trickster - Prairie
"Prairie", I entitled this song that simply because I (accidentally) managed the WASP sounds like flowing water during adding some effects to the song. I planned on making a kind of new age song, like the ones in the Inspirational Moment albums. (I have a certain fondness to that kind of music, though not all of them). Skimming through various sounds, I put my ears on the sitar sound. It's amazing, I thought. Moving forward, this small and amateurish mind needed to figure out the melody. I never learned any scales, I ended up running wildly on the piano bar. Put this some notes on, pulled them here and there. Hit them one by one, until finally the raw picture of the notes appeared. I copied the notes for the bass-line with slight variations, and it copped well enough. Then it came to the drums. I've tried several loops, but none worked well. So I made this one. Kind of funny beats. I don't know whether I counted correctly.
But, overall, it reflects a serene thing, right? (Or is it just me?) Because I think it does, the tittle "Prairie" won't be so misplaced I guess.
But, overall, it reflects a serene thing, right? (Or is it just me?) Because I think it does, the tittle "Prairie" won't be so misplaced I guess.
Con Artist Trickster - Peace, Bro!
The first part I found for this song is the bass sequencer. I didn't think much (as always), I just loved how it sounded and hit a couple of notes. I started to feel it a little bit like the early 90's pop/dance/disco sound. Whatsoever...But the notes I've already hit and recorded was mmmm ...how to put...) kind of solitary or distance call thoughts. Then, after scrapping through couple of instruments, I decided piano and old organ served me the best sound. They sounded old, far, and peculiar. I added strange tones and trumpet, for it always brings stronger tone. When it came to the groove part, bass and drum,....it's all I could manage to do. All those up-beat-band-like pattern came across my mind. Especially the bass lines, where I tried to make variations (weird and weirder every time) but they still did not sound right. Then, those simple-unstrummed-lines came. Before I got more and more confused, I just wrapped them up. The tittle. What should this song called? "Peace, Bro!" Yeah, why not? Amid those solitary and distance call thoughts, the best thing I could possibly do is keep calm, at peace. So. Peace, Bro!
PS.
One thing that disturbs me most in this song is the final mixing result.
I couldn't lift all the instruments sound in a flat level, and it sounds like from under ground or covered by something. Sooooo deep and foggy. I've tried to re-mix it, but douldn't do any better.
Well, it's the final result (maybe for now. Who knows I might get the best mix).
Amazing Grace (Originally a folk hymn, lyrics by John Newton)
I really like the melody of this song, even Elvis liked it too. I often heard it since I was,...mmm...., can't remember. Then I started to pay more attention to the melody after I heard Jeff Beck's version in Marry Axemas.
At first I thought it was a Christmas song, but a friend told me that actually it's a folk song, a hymn and the lyrics was written by John Newton. (Here for more info) The song tells about anti-slavery message: how a captain of slave delivery ship finally realized what he had done was a very evil deed. (There's a movie too about the creation of song, but I forgot the title).
About the song, it started with me just sitting in front my computer. I got the drum roll wav from AoE II and tried to make slight variations, here and there. I thought the atmosphere was a bit glorious, hymnic, and kind of longing, then the idea of using it for this song appeared. Sought for the best instruments, sound, and effects. I've tried to make an ensemble of trumpets and other wind instruments, but couldn't got it well with my FL.
So I ended up with those strange sounds. I put the robotic speech in random, sort of chaotic whispers and one them actually saying "I can't feel no better". I arranged them up and thought that would do for this version.
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