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lyrics )

mp3

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I'm a day late with the documentation again... sort of. Last week I'd claimed my little cousin's hula hoop as my "thing," but since then, I've also made a second trick hoop for myself, I made a tiny dress for a tiny doll I picked up while swapmeeting last Sunday with Lauren, I put up a clipboard art wall in my office/studio, and last night I wrote this song... even though I'd just decided I was dropping guitar lessons from my list of things I want to accomplish this year.

Yesterday, I also went hunting for a new body for George. Sadly, the skin tone on the Liv I bought was not as close a match as I would've liked, but I still gave it to her, and now the old Liv head has been put on George's old dollfie plus body. I don't mind, it, though, because it's the Alice in Wonderland Sophie, so she's now sharing shelf-space with my Pullip Romantic Alice doll. Big-head Alice Dolls Unite! I'd also found an Operetta in the unlikeliest of Targets, so I'm pretty stoked.

I was thinking of swinging by the Target in Mission Valley to hunt for Cupid, since I'm slated to see Chronicle there with Lauren, today. I don't know whether or not I should be afraid because today is the release date of the Jason Wu for Target collection. I read that Maggie was in and out in 10 minutes, though... and I'm going a bit later, so I hope it would've slowed down by then.

Ravel

Jan. 13th, 2012 08:33 pm
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lyrics )

mp3

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My thing this week is a song. It's not really a finished product.. in fact, I recorded the whole thing in one take and it's not as long as I think it will be once I've done a few lessons and start fleshing out the musicky bits. But anyway, the lyrics have been years the making... the idea was always there, but kind of fragmented... and today I sat down and just said, "Dammit, I'm going to write it, for better or worse."

So.... there you have it. Until I get fancy with it (if I ever do), it seems like one I'd forget. But hey, I haven't recorded an original song since 2008. /shrug

Hologram

Jan. 4th, 2012 09:58 am
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One of my favorite artists, [profile] naomiii is practicing portraiture and asked for pictures and little notes about yourself, so I linked to a picture of myself and also my doll tumblr in the comments.

That made me start thinking I haven't taken any doll pictures since last November, and looking at my tumblr I miss it. I think the Jem photo was over a year ago! I think my "thing" this week will be another Jem photo.

Jem reruns have been airing on the Hub. I've only watched a few.. to be honest, I barely remember them from childhood. I know I dressed my Barbies, pretending they were Jem, because Jem dolls were too big to fit in Barbie world. And being in a band was cool. But anyway, from those episodes, it seems Jem's problems boil down to keeping her identity a secret and the Misfits rivalry. She's so clean and nice.

It made me think about Miley Cyrus. I remember seeing her on The View when she was just starting Hannah Montana several years ago. She was so sweet and cute, and the hosts made a stab at Lindsay Lohan, telling Miley that she better grow up nice, because look what happened to Lindsay. I guess, compared to Lindsay, she did, but she still got scrutinized for posing nude and pole dancing on the Kid's Choice Awards and smoking whatnot. She's not an angel, but it's not like she's the only one who's ever done dumb stuff. She's human.

Anyway. Jem was in a highly successful band, trying to make a living while protecting holographic technology from exploitation, in a love triangle with her boyfriend and her own alter ego, and taking care of a dozen orphan girls? Okay, sure... improbable but possible. But I can't imagine anyone doing it all with as much finesse as she did.

I've probably thought about it way too much...

But I'll sometimes hear a lyric and think of Jem. The one I'm thinking of right now is the chorus of the Katie Herzig song Hologram, which is totally obvious, but whatever.

I'm in a love affair without a love song
I'm in the habit of having what I don't want
I'm just a hologram


The song actually makes me think of my late teens and early twenties, and what it was like to live in my head and have a huge crush on someone... then dating or getting to know them and coming out of it and finally realizing you weren't in love with the person, just the idea.

OKAY.... enough procrastinating... I have to prep these computers for work!!

Golden Boy

Jun. 30th, 2010 12:12 pm
yunikoneko: (tee.  hee.)

Mountain Goats ~ Golden Boy [LIVE] from roger scott on Vimeo.



you must try to lead a good life
you must do unto others as you would have them do
so that when you die you'll find golden boy peanuts waiting in the
afterlife for you

there are no pan asian supermarkets down in hell
so you can't buy golden boy peanuts
there are no pan asian supermarkets down in hell
so you can't buy golden boy peanuts

if thine enemy oppresseth you
you must let him oppress you some more
so that when you go shopping in paradise
you'll find those magnificent peanuts from singapore
with the drawing of the young chinese farmer
the eastern sun behind him smiling at you from the shelves
if we want to spend eternity in happiness
well we're gonna have watch ourselves
you must give to the march of dimes
you must be on guard against wickedness at all times
and you'll find that your efforts have brought you great joy
when your spirit is munching on that golden boy

there are no pan asian supermarkets down in hell
so you can't buy golden boy peanuts there
but the streets of heaven are lined with shelves
and there's billboards of the golden boy everywhere
there are no pan asian supermarkets down in hell
so you can't buy golden boy peanuts
there are no pan asian supermarkets down in hell
so you can't buy golden boy peanuts... GO!
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Surviving A Natural Disaster )
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I just want a sweet accomodatin' man to have a sip of gin with
Then we'd have some lovin'
'Cause the gin would just be something to begin with
But I got no man to mess me around
I'm a poor lost mare a pawin' the ground
I'm one of God's children who hasn't got wings


It played on 88.3 some time between the eight and nine o'clock hour, last night, and I want to know what it is, but the Live Radio Log conveniently jumped from seven to ten and Google is being slightly less than helpful.

Edit: Well, it's called "I'm one of God's Children" and it's from a musical.... But none of the versions on iTunes are the one I'm looking for. It was old, old, old. I'd probably only be able to find it on vinyl. I wonder who it was. Alas.

Say what?

May. 19th, 2007 10:44 am
yunikoneko: (tee.  hee.)
Example A: "Simply Because" - Rooney

    What was heard:
    I could never really love you
    Simply because of the drugs


    What was actually sung:
    I could never really love you
    Simply because of the trust


Example B: "I'm Going To Find Another You" - John Mayer

    What was heard:
    But when I'm holding your sister
    I'm going to find another you


    What was actually sung:
    But when my loneliness is through
    I'm going to find another you
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They actually taste okay, but in terms of texture, they are akin to snacking on mud pie. Like, mud pie you make in the back yard when you're four.... [the cake] all sandy and gravelly like. Yeah. I do not recommend.

Separately, I flipped briefly through the latest copy of American Songwriter just to see who the month's contest winners were. It made me sad because although, on average, I don't consider myself a better lyricist than the winners, I'm pretty sure I've written better. :P
yunikoneko: (frida's hummingbird necklace)
Deutsch )

ich liebe nicht

Lalala.

Apr. 29th, 2007 04:32 pm
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You have no use for all my messy metaphors. )
Separately, my petunia, which had long outgrown her little egg, is now crazy huge.



I kept trying to prune her back to ensure hearty growth, but she insisted on reaching for the sun, so I had to move her outside. Maybe she has to go in the ground, but I'd like to take her with me when I move, as she's long outlasted my orchids, even though she's yet to flower.
yunikoneko: (bewitching)
Pretend the guitar playing is better than it actually is and that you can't hear the offensively loud fan buzz.

Magic Act )

I am a singer-songwriter, hyperbole and all. :(

Yuss, I know. I'm not supposed to be working on music, and if I was going to work on music, it's supposed to be PYC. I did try 2-3 times to lay down the Drift track but my throat started getting raw. Also, while recording, I thought I sounded a bit disinterested/dispassionate, but the actual recordings sounded respectable... It's just too bad that if I sutured the best parts together it still sounds exactly that: sutured together. So I deleted them. So hard to sit still. Stupid fan. Stupid pinhole mic. I'll probably try again tomorrow.

So tired.
yunikoneko: (you put the music in me)
I think if my loosely formed Mixed Signals concept ever became a fully realized album, I would make this new little sketch a hidden/bonus track.

Signal )

Confidential to [livejournal.com profile] nebyoolae: I've uploaded yet another version of our latest.. well, not our latest, as technically I've written nothing for that. I mean our second. I wound up leaving the "empty" part. I like the "empty" part. I need the "empty" part to figure out when to jump in next. :P I don't think I can touch the other one this weekend, but we'll see.
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yunikoneko: (original sin)
Promiscuous makes an entrance
Her mouth is full of questions
Are we all brides to be
Are we all designed to be confined
Buy ourselves chastity belts and lock them
Organize our lives and lose the key
Our faces all resemble dying roses
From trying to fix it
When instead we should break it
We've got to break it before it breaks us

Fear of pretty houses and their porches
Fear of biological wrist watches
Fear of comparison shopping
Dogs on leashes behind fences barking
Pretty little pillows on floral couches
Until our faces all resemble dying roses
Stop trying to fix it

Patriarch on a Vespa
Runs a red and ends up
Crushed under the wheel
yunikoneko: (you put the music in me)
All this that is more than a wish is a memory
All this that is ceases to be
All is revealed
The obvious door opens nothing
Nothing, nothing left, nothing left
Nothing left to chance

When you try to see, we'll watch you
When you try to leave, we'll keep you
When you should be dreaming, we'll wake you
But don't scream, we'll make you swallow your words

Gave them our reactions, our explosions, all that was ours
For graphs of passion and charts of stars
Gave them our reactions, our explosions all that we are
For graphs of passion and charts of stars

How ending starts
Ending starts with answers
yunikoneko: (you put the music in me)
Just when I think I'm about to dry up, I write another song. And another. And another.

I updated Mewkat Mewsic.

Never Love )

I didn't know whether I wanted to post it as a single or wait and have it be part of a greater body of work (read: more depressing songs about relationships and self-deception), but I'm kind of "meh" about the recordings and also I'm afraid everything I've written is too similar in flavor. Of course, I've always had this problem. SO.

Raw Sugar

Jun. 5th, 2006 11:55 am
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Sort of wonder why
No one said a word
Don't you like it on the sly
Don't you like it 'till it hurts
Have I been on your mind
What's a voice without a song
Something in your head
You've been fighting all along

I don't want to say it
The news is not so good
We'll never get away
And even if we could
We'd just play the tambourine
Around an open flame
Oversleep and burn
To be back in the game

'Cause summer never comes
Nowhere near high noon
And winter never comes
Nor the harvest moon

Raw sugar
I don't want to die
Living in a high rise grave
My baby come home
Same black day
High rise grave

Raw sugar
I don't want to die
Living in a high rise grave
My baby come home
Same black day
High rise grave

No I'm not complaining
Yes it could be worse
Ferment on the wish bone
Match the lips to the purse
Neighborhood's a runway
Fry the ass and thighs
Dirty diamond dealers
Pushed behind the ire's

And summer never comes
Nowhere near high noon
And winter never comes
Nor the harvest moon

Raw sugar
I don't want to die
Living in a high rise grave
My baby come home
Same black day
High rise grave

Raw sugar
I don't want to die
Living in a high rise grave
My baby come home
Same black day
High rise grave

Still I wear the red dress
Paint my toes and twirl
Take it back to old times
Back when I was still a girl
'Cause now I'm all baboon boys
Cootchie Cootchie Coo
Sort of wonder why
I missed a kiss for you

'Cause summer never comes
Same black day
High rise grave
Winter never comes
Summer never comes
Summer never comes
Summer never comes
yunikoneko: (objects in space)
Dear Katherine,
Here is your horoscope
for Sunday, February 19:


The stars stand lifeguard as you plunge into some previously uncharted emotional waters. Go ahead and surrender to this tide of feeling -- just remember to keep part of yourself working as an observer, too.

I don't think I have uncharted emotional waters. )

Before I go, this one's for Rachel. Well, in all honesty, it's for D. But I dedicate this particular instance of it to Rachel, since she did send me guitar picks and also expressed a mild concern about the lack of new MewSic.

It's behind the cut. )

I probably won't be posting much else for a while in terms of MewSic after this. The EP is going to be called Mixed Signals... this song is going on it, but it will most likely be a different version-- I dunno.. it's too inconsistent for me, with the sort of progress I think I've made in terms of recording, lately. Part of it feels like a step home to myself, part of it feels like a step backward.

Please comment if you download it, if just to say "downloaded it." Even if you assume I know you'll download it because you're my friend and you love me. Just take a second to leave the comment. PLEASE!! Sometimes a girl just wants to hear the words. ;P

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