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06-02-2009, 12:52 PM | #1 (permalink) |
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VEGANGELICA's Collection
Hello, All! This is Erica, a songwriter, singer, and beginner guitarist who is making vegan vegetarian music under the name of Vegangelica. I am writing to share some of my song lyrics to find out how other vegetarians as well as non-vegetarians perceive them and to hear any changes you recommend. I have included the lyrics from two songs in this first post, and additional songs in later posts. Thank you in advance for whatever feedback you are able to give.
**************************************** "DICHOTOMY" by Erica He was raised to believe things were either, or. Always one or the other, never less or more. He could choose heaven or hell. There was no between. He was taught to follow a being unseen. Earth was a weigh station, a proving ground, a gift from God in whom all joy was found. Nothing around him existed of its own. All was attributed to God alone. Animals are low, they said, with humans above. Maybe beasts had feelings, but they couldn’t love. Our duty was to use them. It was their fate to feed and clothe our kind as we procreate. His family loved animals but only cooked well through. They liked them alive but just for what they do for you. They felt it was righteous to dominate, with utter disregard for whom they ate. And they cried, “Praise the Lord for our earthly banquet, the tender lamb on our dinner plate, all of gracious God’s designing.” No room for debate. And they prayed, “God, bless our family and our meal. Come and sit at our table’s head.” But if the meal were truly blessed, the boy thought, it would still be alive, not dead. What kind of god would ever design the cruelty on which they dine? What sort of god would ever intend for creatures to come to this beastly end? He had a sacrilegious tendency not to see dichotomy but a matter of degree. He pushed away from the table, ran as far as he could, out to the stable where he went in his childhood with the ghosts of the goat and the somber sheep who used to comfort the child when they heard him weep because he knew precisely what their end would be but he was not allowed to set them free. The lamb would settle by his side. The farm dog nuzzled his hand. They had no need for words to understand he had a compassionate tendency not to see dichotomy but a matter of degree. He’s a grown man now, buys his own table fare, a vast cornucopia of fruits that plants bear. No animals are used or killed to meet his needs because he nourishes his life with the goodness of seeds. If God gave “every green plant” for food, then why do people think it’s rude when you say that killing’s not nice, and it’s cruel to sacrifice all these beautiful beings whose birth makes them our fellow travelers on earth, sharing love and pain and joy, which he already knew when a boy because of his wonderful tendency not to see dichotomy but a matter of degree. **************************************** "I" by Erica I used to like bacon frying in the pan. I used to raise the meat supply with my demand. I loved burgers on the grill. I used to eat my fill. Taste was all that mattered to me. I used to like tuna from a can. I used to like hotdogs from the stand. You’d think with all of these I’s in my life, I would have had the eyes to see what people were doing to you to turn you into food for me. But I didn’t realize. I never thought to care. Now I wish I’d loved things less. Wish I’d been aware. And you, you, whom I didn’t think about before, I wish I’d loved you more. I used to like spiced ham and eggs. I used to like chickens’ wings and legs. I didn’t think about you. You were too far from view. All I thought about was me. I used to like ice cream cones. I used to like veal and breaking wish bones. You’d think with all of these I’s in my life, I would have had the eyes to see you had a life of your own and it didn’t belong to me. But I didn’t realize. I never thought to care. Now I wish I’d loved things less. Wish I’d been aware. And you, you, whom I didn’t think about before, I wish I’d loved you more. You were a piglet when I was five. You were so playful, so alive. I could feel the joy in your step. I could sense your curiosity. Now I wonder, were you one of them whom I ate unthinkingly. Oh, I realize now. I use my eyes to see. Now I don’t love things. They mean less to me. and you, you, whom I didn’t think about before, now I love you more I love you more I love you more I love you more! I don’t dismiss your pain. I don’t use you for gain. I don’t raise you to eat. I don’t need eggs, milk, or meat. I don’t cut your life short. I don’t kill you for sport. I don’t slice you apart. I don’t harden my heart. I don’t make you feel fear. I don’t taunt you or jeer. I don’t crush you as chicks. I don’t beat you with sticks. I don’t shoot you with bows. I don’t stab you in shows. I don’t exploit the meek. I don’t torture the weak! I don’t harvest your seed. I don’t force you to breed. I don’t stuff you with grain. I don’t bludgeon your brain. I don’t chop off your head. I don’t cook you when dead. I don’t pay people to do these awful things to you! I don’t kill you as lambs. I don’t smoke you as hams. I don’t boil you in stew. I don’t barbecue you. I don’t lure you with calls. I don’t mount you on walls. I don’t sever your limbs just to satisfy whims. Because I love you more. I love you more. I love you more. **************************************** Last edited by VEGANGELICA; 03-11-2013 at 09:39 PM. |
06-03-2009, 10:28 AM | #2 (permalink) |
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"I" has to be the only one I was even remotely interested in. After awhile, hearing music about death, destruction, love life, and heartbreaks get old. This was new to me. It was fresh, even if it sounded a little bit playful at the beginning.
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06-03-2009, 11:26 AM | #3 (permalink) |
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Hi, Xxawwxsugarxx,
Thank you for your honest feedback. Hmm...I will now have to root around my existing lyrics for some that don't deal with death, destruction, love life and heartbreak to see if there are some that might seem fresh to you, like you felt "I" was! :-) I agree that it is interesting to hear something new or from a different angle, and I, too, get tired of love/heartbreak songs that seem simplistic and much less like the complexity of real life. Thanks again! --Erica |
06-03-2009, 12:32 PM | #4 (permalink) |
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ok here's a challenge (its actually quite simple)
choose any of these pictures and use them to write a song this is a songwriting exercise one of my music mentors taught me. |
06-03-2009, 12:48 PM | #6 (permalink) |
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that's how i came up with "The Kite" and "Towerman"
("Towerman" is not that great but i like "The Kite") |
06-03-2009, 01:00 PM | #7 (permalink) |
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I actually just wrote a poem about one of those pic tures after I saw your post. I like the outcome, but I'm not sure I want to post it. Thanks for the ideas.
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06-03-2009, 01:39 PM | #8 (permalink) |
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you're welcome that's what the exercise was for
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06-03-2009, 02:28 PM | #9 (permalink) |
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Moreeee. Now I'm going to go look for pictures to write about. It seems they give me the best outcome. =D
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06-03-2009, 03:39 PM | #10 (permalink) | |
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read this after you're done: Quote:
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