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Old 06-04-2009, 06:16 AM   #11 (permalink)
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Hi, All,

While I work on my song lyrics for "Windmill" using Stone Birds' photo suggestion (although a song about that cute praying mantis was tempting!), I will share the following lyrics with you. Be warned: the topic deals with the subject of (horrors!) love/sensuality. --Erica
thanks, i can't wait to see "Windmill"
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Hahaha, I like how you warn ahead of time, now. xD
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Old 06-06-2009, 06:02 PM   #13 (permalink)
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Hello, people,

Following Stone Birds' suggestion of writing a song based on a picture, I chose his photo of the windmills at sunrise or sunset under a cloudy sky. This is the scene described at the end of "Windmill" below (such a creative title, I know). As you will see, once again my lyrics are completely literal...in other words, I am using no metaphors at all, unless one counts the cliche, "rearing its head," as a metaphor, which I don't.

One detail that may help in following the narrative of the song is that a thrush is a type of songbird who, like most songbirds, navigates during its nighttime migration by using primarily the position of stars.

The "Music Rating System" rating for "Windmill" is DD for Death and Destruction. (My warning system is improving.)

Windmill” by Erica

You fly through the air. You’re a bird on the wing,
a thrush on migration, returning in spring,
when something before you is rearing its head
and soon it will strike you and you will be dead,

for it’s going round, blade after blade,
too fast to see and to evade.
No time to shriek. No time to call.
Your body slashed, you start to fall.


You’re tumbling, descending. You couldn’t prepare
for the knives still invisibly slicing the air.
You evolved to see life and your eyesight was keen
but at night there was no way to see this machine

as the blades are going round and round
you’re lying, dying, on the ground,
your final moments agony
so we have electricity.


Your bones have been crushed and you’re thrashing in vain
like the thousands of other birds who have been slain
by the urge of insatiable humans for power,
who measure your value in kilowatt hour

for they turn their pleasure into pain
you suffer while they just see gain.
At least you only killed in need
while they’re epitomizing greed.


The mill goes round, blade after blade,
too fast to see and to evade,
your final moments agony
so we can watch big screen TV.


(Musical interlude)

The sun is now rising. You look in the sky
as the blood mats your feathers. You’re starting to die.
Through the clouds you see stars that were guiding your way
and you want to fly on, but they’re fading to gray...

And the blades are going round and round.
You’re lying, trembling, on the ground,
distorted, mangled, as you are
for someone’s electric guitar.


We turn our pleasure into pain
you suffer, while we just see gain.
At least you only killed in need
while we’re epitomizing greed.


The blades are going round and round.
You’re lying, dead, upon the ground,
deprived of the one life you get
so we can surf the Internet.


The blades are going round and round.
Your seeping body stains the ground,
your final moments agony
so we have electricity.


(vocals fade...)

The blades are going round and round.
You’re lying, gutted, on the ground,
distorted, broken, as you are
for someone’s electric guitar.

They’re going round, blade after blade,
too fast to see and to evade,
your life ending in agony
so we can watch big screen TV.

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Old 06-10-2009, 10:26 AM   #14 (permalink)
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I liked Dichotomy.
What genre is your band, specifically rock, or a subgenre, like punk?
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Out of respect for Erica, I think it's appropriate that you start a new thread for this.

Edit: I was referring to the picture poetry posts.
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She used it, but i see your point. Hmmm i'll aks the mods for permission to make a "Song Inspiration" Thread.
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My apologies. I didn't realize she had used it. I didn't see the second page until I posted.
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Old 06-10-2009, 11:23 AM   #18 (permalink)
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well i already made that thread
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Hello, people,

Following Stone Birds' suggestion of writing a song based on a picture, I chose his photo of the windmills at sunrise or sunset under a cloudy sky. This is the scene described at the end of "Windmill" below (such a creative title, I know). As you will see, once again my lyrics are completely literal...in other words, I am using no metaphors at all, unless one counts the cliche, "rearing its head," as a metaphor, which I don't.

One detail that may help in following the narrative of the song is that a thrush is a type of songbird who, like most songbirds, navigates during its nighttime migration by using primarily the position of stars.

The "Music Rating System" rating for "Windmill" is DD for Death and Destruction. (My warning system is improving.)

Windmill

You fly through the air. You’re a bird on the wing,
a thrush on migration, returning in spring,
when something before you is rearing its head
and soon it will strike you and you will be dead,

for it’s going round, blade after blade,
too fast to see and to evade.
No time to shriek. No time to call.
Your body slashed, you start to fall.


You’re tumbling, descending. You couldn’t prepare
for the knives still invisibly slicing the air.
You evolved to see life and your eyesight was keen
but at night there was no way to see this machine

as the blades are going round and round
you’re lying, dying, on the ground,
your final moments agony
so we have electricity.


Your bones have been crushed and you’re thrashing in vain
like the thousands of other birds who have been slain
by the urge of insatiable humans for power,
who measure your value in kilowatt hour

for they turn their pleasure into pain
you suffer while they just see gain.
At least you only killed in need
while they’re epitomizing greed.


The mill goes round, blade after blade,
too fast to see and to evade,
your final moments agony
so we can watch big screen TV.


(Musical interlude)

The sun is now rising. You look in the sky
as the blood mats your feathers. You’re starting to die.
Through the clouds you see stars that were guiding your way
and you want to fly on, but they’re fading to gray...

And the blades are going round and round.
You’re lying, trembling, on the ground,
distorted, mangled, as you are
for someone’s electric guitar.


We turn our pleasure into pain
you suffer, while we just see gain.
At least you only killed in need
while we’re epitomizing greed.


The blades are going round and round.
You’re lying, dead, upon the ground,
deprived of the one life you get
so we can surf the Internet.


The blades are going round and round.
Your seeping body stains the ground,
your final moments agony
so we have electricity.


(vocals fade...)

The blades are going round and round.
You’re lying, gutted, on the ground,
distorted, broken, as you are
for someone’s electric guitar.

They’re going round, blade after blade,
too fast to see and to evade,
your life ending in agony
so we can watch big screen TV.
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I watch hallowed birds fly
I Watch them die
But the sky is afraid of the devil
And the devil is afraid of the sky
He is too dark and cold

So when the feathered souls find their way
Will they still come back in may
Cause when I try to fly like them
I fall, I fall like a rock
And when I try to enlighten them
I feel, I feel so f**ked

Kin of the dead
Make my hands red
Cause when the fire
Burns the liars
We’ll all be gone

I have feathers on my spine
Cause I don’t follow the line
So I shine, So I shine
ok you said something about this song in relation to your song please explain (i don't really understand)
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Hi, Stone Birds,
After I finished "Windmill" I was reading back through more of your song lyrics and came to your "Hallowed Birds" song (at least that's the name I've given it). I thought it was interesting how your song (being metaphorical) could appear to be about a related topic (birds flying, dying, falling like a rock, returning in May...as a thrush does, returning in spring during migration), but obviously is metaphorical and represents something completely different.

I thought the ending of your song, "I have feathers on my spine, cause I don't follow the line," was especially meaningful and intriguing. In my song, "you" (the individual the song is about) actually *are* a bird and thus really do have feathers on the spine. Plus, while this may not be how you view the last lines of your song, I relate to being someone with "feathers on my spine" because I don't follow the line (by which I mean the typical way people view non-human animals), and so I do sometimes feel rather like a different animal (a bird of a different feather...since birds of a feather are supposed to "flock together," and I do not flock with the majority of humanity, given my vegan views).

Is your song the one you wrote that relates best to your "Stone Birds" name? I ask because it involves the metaphor of a bird trying to fly but falling like a rock. It sounds as if many of your songs deal with finding peace even with death around you. I am curious what your song means to you. I should probably be asking this over in *your* collection!
--Erica

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