weeks for secrecy

somehow I've had this poem for weeks sitting on my blackberry, waiting to be properly typed out. I've read it over and over on my commutes, wondering what it actually means. So many times I write just free flowing, wondering what will come and how it will be interpreted; what form it will take in another's thought patterns. So weeks have passed and here I sit blathering about my hopes and interests. N joi

tu as moi.

Her body was devoured by the fall forever leaves
Encircling the circumference like a lone river-bound weed
The tease and the feed crumble inside our hands
But our hands came from the forever tree
Demanding the leaves that land

Tomorrow goes past with little to forget
Remembrances induced while the sounds of morning
Swept over the weeds and the terns
Of the far flown mountaneous caves
Returning the echo to children afar
Yet close enough to behave

Les Reves, les reves
Abound and roaming free
Trap and capture my memories

Awake! Awake!
Tear the sleep from golden eyes
We've come to see you, Miracle
With lightly broken rhyme

And we should walk to continue
But we run all the same
Sometimes we should all slow down
For the forever tree's sake

For one lost leaf tears a small strip from bark
But the bark reigns cherished, as it was forever your heart

-tiscal.

asseyez-vous

Sur le train ce soir - français dans mes oreilles, musique dans mon âme . . .

Ma chienne
Best friend
Sad and happy
Together and tragic (lovely)
Kingdoms come and go with her
Attract and turn together in twos
Viola loves the end
Violin loves the chin
Connect, check, liason for the rest
Small worlds take time to place their bets
On knowing and returning odds to please
Too many know too much to seek
Grown up, grow up quicker than the rest
Growing restless
Sometimes it's just too much . . .
Too fast

Understand, comprehend
Follow suit and cash in
THE END / le fin

-tiscal.

je ne sais pas

Home sick or homesick. Old English inspired something in me (and not the 40oz, as I wish I could even stomach it) . . .

Patter, splatter
A mid-afternoon rain
Light on the face, coloring skies
Stay in the lines
Jump side to side
But leave . . . the puddles for me
My 5-year-old known
For the time being

And the child grows up
Youth fails to dust
A man – born to be level
He must
Follow & lead
The child needs
Rebirth from a death – encircle to sea

The water weighs all
Splatters the wall
Littering light; as sun succeeds the fall
traveling weight
with the rise – evaporate
And take with the shimmer
The light just found littered
A place to find youthful eyes
When colors change age, patter and grow

Be reborn from a death
Reborn from a step
From nature,
Time will go on, yet still

For a moment . . . still . . . kept

-tiscal.

Interesting

A quick nighttime blurb from last night -

A tattoo makes me see
Paint it on and watch it bleed
It is permanence
Like your heart inside my chest

Any chest breathing hard
Deep, the sun-filled world
Eyes open, close
Embrace the night-filled world
Halogen times; mix ground and skies
Capping in the middle
From the sense that rise

Too hard and too quick
Lights change and times flip
With reverance we remain
Fitted while the rest change

And frame follows frame
But ours stay
Forests shadow green
And our ocean still - floats another day

-tiscal.

a little drums, a little love

Got home last night. Planned on having a little dinner, walking the dog and relaxing; maybe study some more French and do some laundry. No, of course not. Creativity bites us in the face and forbids us to do anything until work gets done.

So, alas. I began listening, mixing, adding, writing and all that fun stuff to "il combat fatigué". Good ol' Chris R. of course told me not to touch it, and that immediately means do more to it. Haha, honestly, I had known for a while that I had wanted to add these other little tid bits to this track. So here's a little posting of it. I'm keeping the old one up for now just for A/B purposing, but I think the differences are noticeable.

il combat fatigué 0915


Quick lyric change as well (but not reflected in this version). In the bridge the letters are now:

Where life folds like a game
Time takes Place
Up, Down, Checkmate
Despite their failures
The gates remain (for another king)

More new tracks to come. All scratch of course. And to all my music friends, keep doing what you do. Send me tracks, send me ideas. Playing solo gets REAL old after awhile. I miss people telling me my music sucks, change it, flip the bridge and chorus, put your foot in it, etc. Enough, see everyone soon.

a bientôt,
chris.

roughin' it

2 songs.  1 night.  1.5 hours.  A raspy dead voice.

That's how I spent my evening.  But this is what came of it:

il combat fatigué

simple progression

Finally, some ideas down on tape.  Or hard drive.  They would sound better on tape though.  Running 15ips.  Sexy.  OK, the techy nerd in me just got excited.  Must go.

au revoir,

chris.

A late successful night

About a week and a half I got stuck at work quite late. Boo hoo, right? I work in a studio so I had a booth and guitars at my disposal in every room I walked into. So while the computer was backing up and doing all the tedious routine stuff that it constantly has to be doing, I sat down in the booth with an acoustic and a U87 and rocked out a few new tunes (as well as some old ones, to keep it fresh). From the previous post, SONG #1 has been redubbed "il combat fatigué". I've made it about 70% through the song and have yet to figure out the back half. The lyrics are as is so far:

If you're tired of fighting
And you want to let go
It's OK

If you're tired of fighting
And you want to let go
Come around this corner
And I'll show you the way home
Cause I've been lost
So many times before
And I came to save you
Cause that's what I think friends are for

Cause I
haven't felt alive
for the last five
years until tonight
So go do what you do
And just bring me the rebate
Where life folds like a game
Time takes Place

She said:
I'll always love you
I'll always love you
And you won't love me back
So you should go now


Next, I dropped down to another song in this alternate tuning rant (SONG#2) I've been on (DADF#Bd) and played back-and-forth with a simple note progression adding a few words that just came to me a few weeks prior. I'm really happy with this one, but again I am stuck after the main riff and verses. No hook yet and no ideas...they'll come:

When I came alive
My mind followed green sights
of earth and mineral mines
My dreams these days
are littered profusely
clattered by something
amazing

My father gave me
a heart of gold
my mother bared me
through a pattern of release and hold
and my future children drop their eyes
hiding smiles of guilt and mischevious times
my love runs endless
and speechless my love

Finally, I also recorded a quick scratch version of "Escaping, Escapee", "In & Out", "Searsmont, Gone Away" and probably some random jammage with some yodelling sampled in via a talkbox. That last one would be awesome, but assuredly I am not that clever with my music. My last venture of the evening was a much more up-tempo and gritty tune that I've been hacking away at called "je voudrais se développer". Here's what I've got so far. It's much more of a Tom Waits sort of dirty tune with a lot of loose playing, yet set in a very firm rhythm section. A couple people come to mind when thinking of who to get to play for me on this song. I'll finish developing the idea and hope for a good response:

So I'm gonna tell you a story / About how mom and dad were bored one day
And left me by the crackhouse in the den

I was 9 1/2 and growing / But no one else was knowing
That I stuck those little rocks inside my head

And so policeman, I'm just sorry / I wish I could tell you a different story
But the crack just happened to find its own way in

I was 9
And a half
Doing harder drugs than my own dad
He was 41
He was retired and a bigger fan of guns
Than me

my father left me home alone
and now i'm gonna burn his home
Summer's come and taken all our hearts

I'm 21 and trying / Ha! No one's trying, their just lying
So let's just get the hell out and go do what we want

Bite I'll bite back harder / And when it comes I'll disappear with her
Alone together the past is on our back

tout le meilleur,
chris.

tiscal. reborn

It always takes longer than you expect to finally start something.  Writing, producing . . . PERFORMING!!!  I still remember the 169 Bar and how crazy it had felt.  Recently, after speaking with the great-knowing Dave Tutin, I've gone back to a fair amount of odd tunings.  So sticking with my current tuning (DADF#Bd) I've got two new tunes I'm working on.

SONG #1

***While I was working on the first song, the best week of every year, Sharkweek, was playing in the background.  Lyrics for a lot of past months have been pretty unaffecting in their meaning to me.  I've gradually learned what they learn to me personally.  That sounds totally unsensible, coming from the same person who writes the lyrics.  But sometimes the words just make sense even if you don't know why they're getting put down on paper and blending into musical tones.  So during this Shark Week program there was an interview with a mother who was dealing with her son's coma (shark induced, of course).  After a while she mentions standing next to his bed and whispering:

"If you're tired of fighting, and you wanna let go, it's OK"

WOW!  Hit me like a stampede!  That's a powerful phrase, no matter the context.  So that begins the first song.

SONG #2

A simple, single-notes kind of song that has lyrics.  Chris, you're crazy - lyrics?  What a bad ass!  Yeah, so I've been trying to figure that stuff out this evening.  And now I'm close to sleep.  My eyes are dropping every third word.  So good night, et bonne nuit.