April 2012
91 posts
Music by MusicologoPt
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MattConley (Community Director) writes:
This is a wonderful score. It’s perfect for a short film. At :41 long a writer or filmmaker could create a storyline out of the rhythms and tones of the music, building to a climax in line with the score. I am thinking that katilacker’s “Boy on bike” would be a perfect resource for this audio. Who has ideas for how to bring these resources together into an animated short film?
“Tongue Cut Sparrow’s Love Is Temporary (Cover)”
REmix by The Morning Hollows
Audio REsource by tonguecutsparrow
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Lyrics:
you’re too young
to understand
anything i say
but you
got spunk dear
you got
love in
your heart dear
your love
is dying slowly
your love is fading
with your shades
tinted a calm rose
you’re too young to understand love and how temporary it truly is
but you have to learn how it feels to hurt sometime
Music by Lizziemackie and ForestKnauff
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MattConley (Community Director) writes:
I think it would be interesting to revisit this collaborative record between LizzieMackie and ForestKnauff. It begin with the acoustic version by ForestKnauff and LizzieMackie added vocals. This is coming along beautifully and I think it would be further enriched with some additional instruments, and perhaps some more vocals. The more subtle the better I think. Musicians, how can we remix this further?
Text by Metaphorest
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Postmodern prophets preaching self help
selling narcissism on new street corners
the narcotic of choice
the voice of reason is unreasonably sure of itself
the cure for itself is awareness of the ultimate overwhelming oneness of all things
the smallness of the self and all its wants and worries
hurrying ever to the next big thing
to sex and things that sparkle and remarkable possessions
lessons don’t come easy breezy
beauty is not airbrushed hair brushed crushed by convention
the retention of these lies inside our eyes and burned onto our corneas
horny as teenagers
raging lust for strangers on pedestals
pedestrian loves are hush hush on the downlow
you know you deserve more drama and devotion
emotion is another set of clothes we wear
a brand we brandish for onlookers
hookers all for eyes and ears of prying peers
a modern cabinet of curiosities
monstrosities condensed into manicured mazes of myth and personal propaganda
face painted untainted tailored tragedies unfolding holding nothing but the bland inertia of a staged story
static in its saccharine sincerity, perfected for posterity
the black comedy of being and seeing nothing but a photograph that we believe to be a mirror.
Oh, the horror!
“Will C. x Automator - Rough Mix A”
Music by willcmusic
Instrumental by Automator
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Lyrics:
hey
i used to dream about unlimited fame
and of a simpler time, flying, my physical frame
spry with minimal pain, sky’s the limit and lime-tinted
until I met ya then I sensed the seismic shifting
my sighs were bigger while my eyes were rapid moving
dreams were bitter in disguise and half as soothing
cease the grinning or your lies, I’m active dueling
I’d seize the quiver Cupid hides, my passion’s ruined
in pitch black I’m bound to tap into
a part of my brain where strange paths’ll ensue
and the dawn of the shame will play back to tense you
so the ominous pain will stay active, hence you
wake up feeling your laid up cuffed to ceiling fans
stuck to wheels of trucks rushed and peelin’ out
off to races, right cross to faces
kibosh the rest, my eyes start to cave in
sleep gets harder, the older you get you gotta
decode and dissect your problem in dark until dawn’ll claw ya
mock ya with alarm sounds ringing
but now we got those jingles on the cell phones singing
so wake up to what you like, it don’t make life better
it makes that song less cooler, forever
I’ll forget her, I’ll curse her mother
but for better or worse i love her
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Contribute to the Automator’s Collage Song collaboration HERE!
Text by jordyn.myah
On hitRECord HERE
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There are a lot of sad dreams in this world, too many, perhaps. Dalkulla doesn’t mind, though; she collects them, those sad dreams. She wanders through this world, her long striped net trailing behind her. She holds it high, as far above her head as she can, so that she can catch the dreams that people have let go of, the dreams that people have let drift away. Those are the saddest dreams, the ones no one believes in anymore.
Dalkulla finds comfort in the forgotten dreams of others. She likes to know she’s not the only one who doesn’t feel quite right in her skin; she likes to know she’s not the only one who’s looking for something more.
When her net becomes full, Dalkulla sifts through the loneliest of the dreams she’s collected and stores them in empty mason jars. Sometimes, maybe after a day, maybe after a year, she finds two dreams that complete each other and pours them into one jar. It makes her think that maybe, just maybe, one day she’ll find a dreamer who completes her too.
Music by MaxSylvesterHall
“stream of consciousness for piano, no. 1”
Music by amferraro
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amferraro writes:
I sat down at the piano on a gloomy day and this came out.
