Creepy but cool music...
July 9, 2009 9:00 PM 7/9/09
So in case anybody doesn’t know I’m a fan of one of the coolest musicians I know - Seanan McGuire. (cadhla) I got her Red Rose and Dead Things album in the mail today and once again it is awash with complete awesomeness covered in awesome sauce!
Among my favorites on the album are Dear Gina and What a Woman’s For but the one that blew me away was Darkness Falls. That song was just fantastic!
One of the things I’ve always likes about cadhla’s music is it always seems to inspire different thoughts in my head. Sometimes I’m nto even sure what direction they’re taking.
Sometimes it inspires lyrics. For instance tonight this fell out of my head:
(Note: I feel weird like I’m trying to ride on her coattails but I’m not.)
(Also: This is actually the first song I’ve written that wasn’t based on someone else’s music. Not sure how to express the music in my head yet but it’s there and not anything I can pin as from anywhere else. Feels weird.)
Found Again
==========
There's a moon tonight but he really doesn't feel,
Nothing seems to catch his interest or seem very real.
He wanders through the hallways and the doors,
His soundless feet caressing the hardwood floors.
He remembers the clacking of his claws,
And the rustling of the fur between his paws.
Those days awash in all kinds of woes,
The memories of pain only his heart knows.
And the dreams become less frequent as be begins to age,
A dreary kind of peacefulness supplanting all the rage.
Still the howling voices call to him inside his manmade cage.
He goes to work each weekday like all the humans do,
Knowing he will never quite ring true.
Trying hard to play their games and win,
Against players he will never match within.
And in the air he can scent their fears and joys,
Their secrets and their lies and their ploys.
The hearts and minds of all are open books,
He just lacks the fire within to take a look.
And the dreams become less frequent as be begins to age,
A dreary kind of peacefulness supplanting all the rage.
Still the howling voices call to him inside his manmade cage.
A full moon lights the window by the bed,
Darkening the shadows around his head.
Eyes close and his soul is set aflame,
With passions he has forgotten all unnamed.
The tearing of his bedclothes wakes him in the night,
His skin aflame his heart alive with a fire burning bright!
He feels the change upon him and wonders where it's been,
His spirit welcomes it into his heart once again!
And the dreams become more frequent as he ceases to age,
The heat of his blood racing turns another page,
Still the human voice inside his head calls to him...inside the rage.
So in case anybody doesn’t know I’m a fan of one of the coolest musicians I know - Seanan McGuire. (cadhla) I got her Red Rose and Dead Things album in the mail today and once again it is awash with complete awesomeness covered in awesome sauce!
Among my favorites on the album are Dear Gina and What a Woman’s For but the one that blew me away was Darkness Falls. That song was just fantastic!
One of the things I’ve always likes about cadhla’s music is it always seems to inspire different thoughts in my head. Sometimes I’m nto even sure what direction they’re taking.
Sometimes it inspires lyrics. For instance tonight this fell out of my head:
(Note: I feel weird like I’m trying to ride on her coattails but I’m not.)
(Also: This is actually the first song I’ve written that wasn’t based on someone else’s music. Not sure how to express the music in my head yet but it’s there and not anything I can pin as from anywhere else. Feels weird.)
Found Again
==========
There's a moon tonight but he really doesn't feel,
Nothing seems to catch his interest or seem very real.
He wanders through the hallways and the doors,
His soundless feet caressing the hardwood floors.
He remembers the clacking of his claws,
And the rustling of the fur between his paws.
Those days awash in all kinds of woes,
The memories of pain only his heart knows.
And the dreams become less frequent as be begins to age,
A dreary kind of peacefulness supplanting all the rage.
Still the howling voices call to him inside his manmade cage.
He goes to work each weekday like all the humans do,
Knowing he will never quite ring true.
Trying hard to play their games and win,
Against players he will never match within.
And in the air he can scent their fears and joys,
Their secrets and their lies and their ploys.
The hearts and minds of all are open books,
He just lacks the fire within to take a look.
And the dreams become less frequent as be begins to age,
A dreary kind of peacefulness supplanting all the rage.
Still the howling voices call to him inside his manmade cage.
A full moon lights the window by the bed,
Darkening the shadows around his head.
Eyes close and his soul is set aflame,
With passions he has forgotten all unnamed.
The tearing of his bedclothes wakes him in the night,
His skin aflame his heart alive with a fire burning bright!
He feels the change upon him and wonders where it's been,
His spirit welcomes it into his heart once again!
And the dreams become more frequent as he ceases to age,
The heat of his blood racing turns another page,
Still the human voice inside his head calls to him...inside the rage.