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Possible Song Lyrics

Posted in Band, Lyrics, Original, Poetry, Writing by netscheri on September 12, 2008

I remember you like
the taint of my nail polish on your skin
as I turned your wrist to and fro
trying to anatomise the mechany
of your floral veins
paint in the topography of our fingerprints
Fuchsia Rose toxicity
a sudden unfamiliar altitude
oh perhaps we should have should have

More ordinary, colloquial, casual than my usual writing.

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Futile Comfort 0.5

Posted in Band, Lyrics by netscheri on April 29, 2008

This is an earlier version of ‘Futile Comfort‘, hence the 0.5

On a sleepless night
I, faltering but watchful, saw every colour fade to grey
Now even the brightest of days carries an imprint of that awakening

How can I sing to you the poetry of loss?
Through a twist of a phrase, the sly slinking through of words, I try to convey
Even so, for you, only a piece of a broken icon, only a piece of distant dust
Asking why meaning in everything is necessary

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Futile Comfort

Posted in Band, Lyrics by netscheri on April 29, 2008

On a sleepless night
I, faltering but watchful, saw every colour bleed to grey
Now even the brightest of days carries an imprint of that awakening

How can I sing to you the poetry of loss?
Through a twist of a phrase, the sly slinking through of words, I try to convey
Even so, for you, only a broken image, only a fragment of distance
Asking why meaning in anything is necessary

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Explosion in a Time Capsule

Posted in Band, Lyrics by netscheri on December 18, 2007

This is an explosion in a time capsule
This is our reply
To the paper, to the rust, to the concrete, the dust
This is our reply to the daily realities of little life

The horror is in the monotony
And the despair never comes because we’re senseless, benumbed
This daily grind is wearing us down, one by one

Come, come, let’s keep fooling ourselves
We’ll live the mirage but dream the dream
That this will disappear, not to stay

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Misdirection

Posted in Band, Lyrics by netscheri on October 16, 2007

All that Muse and melodrama that I’ve been storing inside has finally come welling up in a song about obsession, destruction, love, hate and poison. Bring on the ANGST, Elisabeth.

Just fantasize
If you were the drug that allowed me to exist
If I depended on you
Just imagine it
If that was reality
How would it feel to you?

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A song (revised)

Posted in Band, Lyrics by netscheri on September 30, 2007

The second draft of this song here.

Perhaps ‘reworking’ would be more accurate. The major factor was after writing a first draft, I’m more sure of what exactly I want to convey and which images should go with it, rather than just choosing lines or words because they sound or look nice. I also took into mind some of the feedback that I received. The result is, hopefully, something that is more linked, continuous and clear.

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A song

Posted in Band, Lyrics by netscheri on September 26, 2007

I said earlier that I had formed a band. Well, now we’re at one singer, a guitarist and a drummer. Slightly better than the previous situation of two singers and a manager, but the thing is, you see, that the singer can’t really sing (yet – or ever?), the guitarist needs to learn how to play the drums, and the drummer needs to learn how to drum. But we’ve given ourselves a time span of five years to develop and improve as a band, and hopefully, that will be sufficient.

The first piece of equipment that we bought for the band was a notebook. Members would take turns at keeping it and writing directly into, and the contributions from the other members would then be pasted in. We thought it would be like a creative scrapbook, with each person writing their own lyrics, music and thoughts into it.

We’ve yet to think of a band name, but what we do have are some (possible) lyrics for a (possible) song written by yours truly.

 Pivot

The harsh scent of aloe
The rasp of silk
A golden amber falls with the rain
Sitting on a doorstep, watching 100 beetles scurry past,
The world passes me by.

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