#songwriting
more song lyrics
a little drawing to go with a song im writing
one of the best things about being familiar with an artist’s whole discography is being able to observe the recurring themes their songwriting. we are all attached to certain things and feel certain emotions more than others, and all of that makes repeated apperance in the art we create, even though we don’t always intend it that way. it is so beautiful to notice those patterns in someone else’s art because it makes you feel like you know them a little better with it, as a human being. there is nothing that is more human than art.
Confío
Confío en la intención de quien no puede
Perchar su chaqueta pues no tiene.
Confío en que el fuego que no hiere
Caliente suficiente al aguardiente.
Dando calor a quien no tiene.
Leo las verdades silenciosas
Retenidas en un corazón de sosa
Pensamientos que por miedo y con sazón
Nublan, tiñen, dañan la razón.
Confío en la intención de la anfitriona
Que acoge mis defectos desde la hospitalidad.
Confío en que mis brazos sean el mejor lugar
Cuando necesite ahogar su realidad.
Una tormenta tropical inesperada
Levanta escombros de una guerra inacabada
Regando cada flor de la urbana ciudad
Maldita cordura la mía, que no me deja escapar.
Creo las historias de amores sombríos
Creo cuentos reformulando sus principios
De una sociedad vacía y aguada.
Creo en la voz de la experiencia que sale de mi alma.
Confío la incoherencia del
pensamiento coherente
Y en la astucia sutil de un amor no declarado
Confía cuando estés al borde del acantilado
En que caerás si, pero feliz de haber volado.
“Me gustas más cuando callas, porque pareces ausente” dijo Neruda
Otro artista más tan manchado por su miedo que olvido el amor en la basura.
Quién no sabía ver que a una mujer solo se le ven las alas cuando está desnuda”
“Quien más te quiere, menos lo dice, más lo demuestra”
Fuente:@gussiet
IT HAS NEVER BEEN EASY
“It has never been easy”
Telling to yourself your own love story.
“It has never been easy”
To see how, slowly, you destroyed your self.
Watching how everyone else did it too.
Feeling the pain of words stabbing their hearts.
It has never been easy: washing your hands off.
Avoiding "offensive” expressions I guess,
ignoring word-laden feelings.
“It’s never easy” you tell to yourself
again and again.
While you know that you’re sinking
a little bit more each time.
“It’s never easy” you reflect.
To smell the stink of defeat
without haven’t even aspired to victory.
To skip the people you’ve never cared about.
Go unnoticed through their minds.
“It’s easy” you say.
Send it all to hell
Throw all the shit away .
Knowing that their words make you stronger
while your smile weakens them.
Translation of the poem: “Nunca ha sido fácil”
NUNCA HA SIDO FÁCIL.
Nunca ha sido fácil.
decirte a ti misma
que te quieres.
Nunca ha sido fácil
Ver como te destruías lentamente.
Observando como los demás también lo hacían
Sentir el dolor de las palabras
clavándose en sus corazones.
Nunca ha sido fácil: desentenderse.
Obviar expresiones,
“ofensivas”, se supone.
Ignorar sentimientos cargados
de palabras.
“Nunca es fácil” te dices,
una y otra vez.
Mientras sabes que te hundes cada vez más.
“Nunca es fácil” piensas.
Oler el olor de la derrota sin
siquiera haber aspirado a la victoria.
Obviar a la gente que nunca te ha importado.
Pasar desapercibida por sus mentes.
“Es fácil” Dices.
Mandarlo todo a la mierda.
Pensando que sus palabras te hacen fuertes
y tus sonrisas les debilitan.
“Now the moon’s jealous of you, ‘cause you are who light my nights and she wants to do it too”
the only country song im a fan of
(via The Beatles Instagram)
The way he describes things at times…lol no words.
This month we published two nonfiction pieces by Amber Schmidt, both with dark themes. “The Stag” told of a dream encounter between a ghost and a stag in the woods, while “My Release” detailed Amber’s struggle with self-harm. When Amber told me that she had also written songs along the same lines, I jumped at the chance to pair them with her pieces as a sort of soundtrack to what she had written. Below are three of her songs and lyrics: “If I Stayed,” “Mary, A Prayer,” and “Can’t Be Trusted.”
-Jen Lombardo, Non-Fiction Editor
If I Stayed:
https://soundcloud.com/modestjune/saturday-11-20-pm
If Satan was my partner and he wants to go dancing, would I be a fool to stand upon his shoes?
If Lucifer was a lover, loved me more than another, would it be alright if I stayed?
If I stayed..
Take me in your strong arms
Take me, I have no alarms,
Bars are always better after dark.
Lucifer walks with me, even when I disagree.
Tells me that he’s gonna do me harm.
If I stayed… If I prayed.
___
Mary, A Prayer:
https://soundcloud.com/modestjune/mary-a-prayer
Mary oh saint, I was told I should pray for a reason or savior or grace,
But it’s dark and it’s ugly and raw and unclean,
Oh the pain, but I swear it is sweet.
I could go from sunsets, from warmth all around,
To the pain that consumes and drags me to the ground.
And I pray for something to rest my weary soul,
And I wish God was real, I don’t wanna drink alone.
I’m mad, gone mad, too dark for this,
And I pick at my nails and I daydream of death,
Of driving towards water, cold black swallowed whole,
Or flames in my bed burning, burning me raw,
Of a ghost pulling teeth or of me all alone,
Or long haggard hands tearing flesh from my bones.
Mary oh saint, I was told I should pray for a reason or savior or grace,
But it’s dark and it’s ugly and raw and unclean,
Oh the pain, I swear it is sweet.
___
Can’t Be Trusted:
https://soundcloud.com/modestjune/trust
Careful what you say,
Can’t you hear the calm of February call you home?
It calls me home.
Careful what you say,
Don’t you know that I cannot be trusted?
Careful with who you play,
If tears could bloom, I’d plant them all in May.
If promises were cemeteries,
I would plant silver dollar at the place where I was from, and all alone,
Don’t you know that I’m not really here at all?
I’m not here, can you hear my call?
If promises were cemeteries.