Real life is weird.
Over the summer felt like, well, summertime. I was in a sublet in Red Hook and was idle most of the time, since I hadn't yet found a job. Now, everybody's moving in at Bard and the academic year is starting up as usual... and yet I am no longer a student. What the hell.
So. I start my job at target (defeated sigh) on Thursday.
Also, my hard drive ate itself a while back, so I lost all my data. I am gradually reconstructing all the songs that hadn't been released yet. I've got one finished. I found, while rewriting it, that I can actually get into the composition mode (which had been evading me all summer) when I'm trying to redo something I've already written. The new version is very similar, yes, but not identical. And I daresay it might be better. It also has an ending, where the other didn't.
[working title: "I feed the earth". Other possibilities include "A Magnificent Web", or something relating to the other repeated phrase, in time, but just calling it "In Time" doesn't really sound good]
I feed the earth
The scavengers have had their fill
And I feed the earth
In a thousand years, when we are found
They wonder who we were
The marks I bear upon my bones
Tell of nothing but my death
No one will ever know how life goes on
As I feed the earth
The threads woven between all things
Form a magnificent web
These strands, like delicate morning dew
At the face of the rising sun
Never last as long as a memory
[Simultaneously with the previous section:]
I feed the earth
The scavengers have had their fill
They wonder who we were
No one will ever know
Not a soul will know how life goes on
Between all things, webs are woven
Morning dew will face the rising sun
Soon
I will feed the earth
I will feed the earth
For one thousand thousand thousand days
I am sinking deep into the earth
In time every web-bound thread will break
But the web will always last
I will go on for all time
I will sink into the earth
I will be a grain of dust
On the wind
I will
I will join the water's flow
I will watch the valley carve
Into land
[Simultaneously with the previous section:]
In time every web-bound thread will break down
In time every wind-swept stone becomes sand
In time everyone and everything is...
In time I am all and all will be...
Aligned
In other news, it appears that there is no grocery store anywhere near Germantown.
So. I start my job at target (defeated sigh) on Thursday.
Also, my hard drive ate itself a while back, so I lost all my data. I am gradually reconstructing all the songs that hadn't been released yet. I've got one finished. I found, while rewriting it, that I can actually get into the composition mode (which had been evading me all summer) when I'm trying to redo something I've already written. The new version is very similar, yes, but not identical. And I daresay it might be better. It also has an ending, where the other didn't.
[working title: "I feed the earth". Other possibilities include "A Magnificent Web", or something relating to the other repeated phrase, in time, but just calling it "In Time" doesn't really sound good]
I feed the earth
The scavengers have had their fill
And I feed the earth
In a thousand years, when we are found
They wonder who we were
The marks I bear upon my bones
Tell of nothing but my death
No one will ever know how life goes on
As I feed the earth
The threads woven between all things
Form a magnificent web
These strands, like delicate morning dew
At the face of the rising sun
Never last as long as a memory
[Simultaneously with the previous section:]
I feed the earth
The scavengers have had their fill
They wonder who we were
No one will ever know
Not a soul will know how life goes on
Between all things, webs are woven
Morning dew will face the rising sun
Soon
I will feed the earth
I will feed the earth
For one thousand thousand thousand days
I am sinking deep into the earth
In time every web-bound thread will break
But the web will always last
I will go on for all time
I will sink into the earth
I will be a grain of dust
On the wind
I will
I will join the water's flow
I will watch the valley carve
Into land
[Simultaneously with the previous section:]
In time every web-bound thread will break down
In time every wind-swept stone becomes sand
In time everyone and everything is...
In time I am all and all will be...
Aligned
In other news, it appears that there is no grocery store anywhere near Germantown.