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06-18-2014, 07:26 AM | #11 (permalink) |
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I've got the key in my hands My hands are on the keys My fingers will play a melody To show how it feels Who's to say I should be this way I could change, some day I could be happy, happy with myself I could be happy, with you So alike, so alive Take a lie and make it right Shout it loud, sing it bright Bring a light into the night Keep me in mind Keep being mine I'll be kind, kind of blind Blinded by your light I'll take you by the hand I'll take you by the trees My fingers in your hair Together with the breeze The others know it, it's showing The show is over, the credits are rolling Dear me, I've fallen So alike, so alive Take a lie and make it right Shout it loud, sing it bright Bring a light into the night Keep me in mind Keep being mine I'll be kind, kind of blind She smiled Oh and how she smiled She smiled with her eyes, they cannot lie So alike, so alive Take a lie and make it right Shout it loud, sing it bright Bring a light into the night Keep me in mind Keep being mine I'll be kind, kind of blind Blinded by your light |
09-16-2014, 07:36 AM | #13 (permalink) |
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New one.
There once was a boy From his parents he got A house so big and warm And from an early age He was taught How to create a good home Keep the windows open Keep the doors unlocked Let in those who will enter Let them in your home Let them in your heart That's what'll keep you warm in the winter So he lived In an open home There for all to see Some would visit Some would stay for a while Some he didn't want to leave He kept the windows open He kept the doors unlocked Let in those who would enter Let them in his home Let them in his heart They kept him warm in the winter There once was a girl Who came in this home And made it oh so warm And from an early stage He was caught And could not get away Stunned by her warmth He let it all in Never had he felt such a thing He pulled down his guards Not realizing What trouble such heat could bring He kept the windows open He kept the doors unlocked He asked for her to enter Let her in his home Let her in his heart To keep him warm in the winter Then come autumn Like the leaves from the trees It was all slowly falling down One morning, cold morning He was down on his knees She had burned his house to the ground On its place He built a new house From thick, cold, grey stone A house so small He knew he would Only live there alone The windows were never open The door was always locked Nobody else could enter Enter his home Enter his heart It was the coldest, loneliest winter |
11-09-2014, 10:17 AM | #15 (permalink) |
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Sometimes I feel like I don't know you Sometimes I feel I am you And it makes me scared You've taught me a lot Both good and bad You've made me happy You've made me sad You've helped me grow You've made me a man You've made me who I am I looked up to you I followed your lead You pick me up and let me down I'd like to say I forgive you But I'm not sure if I do Maybe you couldn't help it I know it's been tough for you too But I can't help thinking I try to put it past us I try to start from scratch But the past is too strong It will always remain I'm past the anger and the sadness I'm through all the phases I've felt many things through out this journey Solely because of you I'm numb inside All the feelings are dead All that is left is disappointment |
12-06-2014, 03:58 PM | #16 (permalink) |
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Hi there, Jabonator.
I liked your style, though I think I could give you some little tips. I think you should go more creative in your music, creating something different. As after hearing to of your songs, the next melodies were pretty predictable. But I have to say, that it is very impressive that you use both instruments, guitar and piano, and you're not bad (though I can see you're either new for guitar or learned yourself). About the lyrics, well, I can't say much, as you're good in what you do. About the vocals, try to play a little with your high notes, and try to give some pushes in the song-ends, as if you keep the same tone all the song, which is around four-five minutes, audience might get bored. If you like rough singing, then go a little further, and maybe even share a slight scream in a highest point of the song. Keep it up! |
06-21-2015, 11:57 AM | #17 (permalink) |
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Wrote something again. Feedback appreciated.
Some completely original material for a change. Piano and vocals played live, and added some guitar and backing vocals afterwards. Lyrics: Black jeans, white t-shirt Is all she wears Blue eyes, long blonde hair Flows in the air She's like a picture you see In magazines She's like a song you haven't heard But know the words You'd think this was a silent movie In all black and white If not for her warming laughter And her deep blue eyes Summer night, the sun is out And so is she In your mind you have no doubt It's meant to be Beating heart, sweaty palms Yhe feeling grows Nervous smile, a stolen glance You're falling fast You wish this could be like a movie The kind you always see The lonely boy gets his beauty In the final scene You realize the night is going to end You're not sure if you'll see her again You wish this could be like a movie The kind you always see The lonely boy gets his beauty In the final scene You walk up to her and You blurt out how you feel Credits roll, the curtain closes Was it meant to be? |
07-05-2015, 05:37 PM | #18 (permalink) |
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Jabonator, those are some great vids. You should be proud. I loved Thoughts of a Morning After, that was my favorite one. As far as the lyrics go, well, they say what they say. They come from you. As long as you're getting across the message you want to convey and get across, that's all that matters. Just make sure the syllables fit within the rhythm of the melody, that's all that matters musically as far as the lyrics go. The music is obviously deep and touching. You've already got that. Being a creator and singer/song writer means being more sensitive than others - it's the only way an artist can create and convey their art. It's a tough deal. But you don't want to let that work against you. Give yourself some credit. You don't need to hear other people say you're good just so you can know you're good and feel good about it. As long as you're a good, positive person, and
always try hard to be in the right, that's all that really matters. Never doubt yourself. You're good |
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