I am on a ROLL!!!
friendster and myspace has come in pretty handy with their blogs. lately, i've been letting out whatever stress, frustrations, and joy has come to me thru song-writing. and so far, this is what i've come up with in a very, very long time.
PART 1
Placards of Song (is a small piece that i wrote to introduce my self-titled songs for the year)
Inspiration is an uncanny thing isn’t it?! Whether your looking for it or not it just hits you in waves, neither your heart nor mind can ever imagine. In all sense, these inspirations come from within and LIFE is its Gandalf or Yoda. The experiences of pain and happiness; memories of love and grief; acts of peace, friendship, and war; slowly unlock the written lyrics to a song.
Sitting still, jumbles of words come off hazy; a title to a song is formed and words flow from your pen. Drumming your fingers restlessly and humming an unfamiliar tune; putting two and two together you get the composition right on the dot and voilá!!! You’ve jotted down the 1st stanza till bridge. Then there’s the challenge of editing, spell-checks and grammar, revisions that leave your mind exhausted until the final draft is clean and perfect.
Yeah, who said songwriting was easy? In metaphor, it’s like joining an activist group. In your mind, you rally the streets, wear the colors that are of importance to you, raise your placards/banners/posters and shout out to be heard, you scream what you want people to hear and you act out what you feel. You feel your insides squirming with intensity and excitement; it’s like Tinkerbell feeling an emotion bigger than her, that it’s completely euphoric.
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt that way. Seeing as to, I’ve written just this, is proof that certainly I have come to my inspiration again. I am on a different level, on the same high; holding up several “placards of song”, the words in a kiss, looking for a way out. The world can give me shit, but I’ve got this; consoled by a dreamer’s dream, I present to you my titles of melody before it’s lost to oblivion:
The Girl on the Catwalk (is about the life of models & celebrities)
Proverbial Put Offs (personally, this is about everyday procrastination)
Diplomatic Doldrums or Jesters & Diplomats (still deciding on the title but based on my point of view, its about the world of diplomacy and its so-called glamour and prestige)
Seat of Penitentiary (is about experiencing quarter-life crisis)
Singles Only (experiences of single blessedness, and the gratification of being on your own without a partner)
Skater Wannabe (very close to my heart, written cos' i'm a frustrated extreme sport exhibitionist)
Lucky Number 7 (self-explanatorily, about GOD)
PART 2
hmmm..out of the 7 titles, I've already written one:
The Girl on the Catwalk
She’s a size 0 girl, vibrant smile; she walks the “walk”
She’s fun in her skin; she flaunts her gifts, boy and girl envious
She never worries bout’ money; pretty face gets her places
She’s in every magazine and ramp show, your all-time fave product
She thinks and she chooses, she’s no bimbo type
An extraordinary lady that just got lucky
She enjoys life’s pleasures but suffers in silence
Everyone gives her the eye, she doesn’t mind but still…
Refrain:
You can’t imagine how hard it is to be….
Why do I need to impress?
I wish I could be like you
Not a care in the world
I’m tired of people wanting more;
Hey, I like what I do!
I know who I am
But I don’t want to be the girl on the catwalk
Her life is one big tabloid, paparazzi everywhere
She’s got good days and bad days, just like anyone
She’s cautious of her weight, puking isn’t a past-time
People play dress-up but she’s got dibs on her threads
She finds things to do, art and music, sports and leisure
She’s self-made, empowered by what she believes
She has a cool boyfriend who loves her for who she is
They think about the future and not everything is perfect
Repeat *
Bridge:
She screams, she giggles, and she’s a supermodel
You can’t fight it; you look at her and say why can’t I have that life?
She tells you “nothing is as it seems”, everything is mysterious
Be thankful you’re not the girl on the catwalk, not that it’s bad anyway
Repeat *
I am the girl on the catwalk and I am not, you are the girl on the catwalk
SO the life of tink continues....
PART 1
Placards of Song (is a small piece that i wrote to introduce my self-titled songs for the year)
Inspiration is an uncanny thing isn’t it?! Whether your looking for it or not it just hits you in waves, neither your heart nor mind can ever imagine. In all sense, these inspirations come from within and LIFE is its Gandalf or Yoda. The experiences of pain and happiness; memories of love and grief; acts of peace, friendship, and war; slowly unlock the written lyrics to a song.
Sitting still, jumbles of words come off hazy; a title to a song is formed and words flow from your pen. Drumming your fingers restlessly and humming an unfamiliar tune; putting two and two together you get the composition right on the dot and voilá!!! You’ve jotted down the 1st stanza till bridge. Then there’s the challenge of editing, spell-checks and grammar, revisions that leave your mind exhausted until the final draft is clean and perfect.
Yeah, who said songwriting was easy? In metaphor, it’s like joining an activist group. In your mind, you rally the streets, wear the colors that are of importance to you, raise your placards/banners/posters and shout out to be heard, you scream what you want people to hear and you act out what you feel. You feel your insides squirming with intensity and excitement; it’s like Tinkerbell feeling an emotion bigger than her, that it’s completely euphoric.
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt that way. Seeing as to, I’ve written just this, is proof that certainly I have come to my inspiration again. I am on a different level, on the same high; holding up several “placards of song”, the words in a kiss, looking for a way out. The world can give me shit, but I’ve got this; consoled by a dreamer’s dream, I present to you my titles of melody before it’s lost to oblivion:
The Girl on the Catwalk (is about the life of models & celebrities)
Proverbial Put Offs (personally, this is about everyday procrastination)
Diplomatic Doldrums or Jesters & Diplomats (still deciding on the title but based on my point of view, its about the world of diplomacy and its so-called glamour and prestige)
Seat of Penitentiary (is about experiencing quarter-life crisis)
Singles Only (experiences of single blessedness, and the gratification of being on your own without a partner)
Skater Wannabe (very close to my heart, written cos' i'm a frustrated extreme sport exhibitionist)
Lucky Number 7 (self-explanatorily, about GOD)
PART 2
hmmm..out of the 7 titles, I've already written one:
The Girl on the Catwalk
She’s a size 0 girl, vibrant smile; she walks the “walk”
She’s fun in her skin; she flaunts her gifts, boy and girl envious
She never worries bout’ money; pretty face gets her places
She’s in every magazine and ramp show, your all-time fave product
She thinks and she chooses, she’s no bimbo type
An extraordinary lady that just got lucky
She enjoys life’s pleasures but suffers in silence
Everyone gives her the eye, she doesn’t mind but still…
Refrain:
You can’t imagine how hard it is to be….
Why do I need to impress?
I wish I could be like you
Not a care in the world
I’m tired of people wanting more;
Hey, I like what I do!
I know who I am
But I don’t want to be the girl on the catwalk
Her life is one big tabloid, paparazzi everywhere
She’s got good days and bad days, just like anyone
She’s cautious of her weight, puking isn’t a past-time
People play dress-up but she’s got dibs on her threads
She finds things to do, art and music, sports and leisure
She’s self-made, empowered by what she believes
She has a cool boyfriend who loves her for who she is
They think about the future and not everything is perfect
Repeat *
Bridge:
She screams, she giggles, and she’s a supermodel
You can’t fight it; you look at her and say why can’t I have that life?
She tells you “nothing is as it seems”, everything is mysterious
Be thankful you’re not the girl on the catwalk, not that it’s bad anyway
Repeat *
I am the girl on the catwalk and I am not, you are the girl on the catwalk
SO the life of tink continues....