A Work in Progress...
ok, so I only have about 30 minutes until my next class, but here is a song i've been working on.
i had started working on this a while ago, but wasn't really motivated to complete it... until recently, when WKAPfm announced that they were looking for songs or poems related to Amanda Palmer's dissappearance.
this is my first real piano song and it sounds pretty killer! it's very Après Moi meets Half-Jack.
and for now, this song is still untitled and still incomplete.
It was a warm summer day in Boston.
She was in her apartment in the southend of the city
and later she met up with her friend,
a man named Jack.
She talked to him about everything in her life,
and he responded back,
"Amanda, you've got so much going on.
Why don't you fucking take a break?"
That night, something happened that no one could've expected...
The Eight Foot Bride had dissappeared!
Stop the Press!
Stop the Press!
Just In, Breaking News out of Acton!
Stop the Press!
Stop the Presses!
Laura took a tumble as she walked down the train tracks
and something caught her eye
what's this? lost & found?
and who did this?
Stop the Press!
Stop, Depress.
They've got it all wrong!
Stop the Press.
Stop the Presses.
Stop the Press
Stop the Press
Stop the Press
The photos showcased dead Amandas...
and we avoid
Amanda & the Void.
she's gone from this life.
So yea, work in progress. Stay tuned, Betches!
i had started working on this a while ago, but wasn't really motivated to complete it... until recently, when WKAPfm announced that they were looking for songs or poems related to Amanda Palmer's dissappearance.
this is my first real piano song and it sounds pretty killer! it's very Après Moi meets Half-Jack.
and for now, this song is still untitled and still incomplete.
It was a warm summer day in Boston.
She was in her apartment in the southend of the city
and later she met up with her friend,
a man named Jack.
She talked to him about everything in her life,
and he responded back,
"Amanda, you've got so much going on.
Why don't you fucking take a break?"
That night, something happened that no one could've expected...
The Eight Foot Bride had dissappeared!
Stop the Press!
Stop the Press!
Just In, Breaking News out of Acton!
Stop the Press!
Stop the Presses!
Laura took a tumble as she walked down the train tracks
and something caught her eye
what's this? lost & found?
and who did this?
Stop the Press!
Stop, Depress.
They've got it all wrong!
Stop the Press.
Stop the Presses.
Stop the Press
Stop the Press
Stop the Press
The photos showcased dead Amandas...
and we avoid
Amanda & the Void.
she's gone from this life.
So yea, work in progress. Stay tuned, Betches!