Recent Podcasts

We Are [Revamped]
Submitted by gradster1 on Wed, 07/01/2009 - 4:33pm.Thanks, naturally, to Special. Wonderful poem. I wanted to slam it because I've been trying to write it for a while now... If there are mistakes, it's because this was the first time I'd ever spoken these words. One rather obvious one is when my brain told me to say 'the terms' and my body rebelled. Good thing, too - the the is not in there.
Nouns
People, places, things
We are not
We mean actions, movements
What we are is verbs
In an
Unspoken tense.
I am
You are
He is
She is
They are
We are
We are
Nouns,
No, that makes no sense
I am not somewhere you can go
Something you can pick up
Hold.
We are
Written, we are spoken, thought
I am
You are
We are defined by the things we do.
It is physically impossible, a contradiction of
Terms, for us to be anything
But who we are.
There’s no pretending.
We are simple, basic
We can be conjugated
Untangled
Found.
So don’t call me a

Puppet Lullaby (Geist)
Submitted by Geist on Mon, 06/29/2009 - 11:54pm.Tried to record a song late at night without waking the family.
I think it worked.

Finished (Geist)
Submitted by Geist on Mon, 06/22/2009 - 3:48pm.To hell with tomorrow. Things have to happen today.
A compilation, I guess, with the newest song at the start.

Viral
Submitted by Geist on Fri, 06/19/2009 - 3:04pm.One last-
Stop.-agkhakh!-it/
"-twist and switch-"
say goodbye-bye-bye-bye-wave hello-
is spreading- it's spreading-
we'll miss
Stop.
THE INFECTION IS SPREADING/ I am beyond reach-
hello-g-g-g-goodbye
am I out of touch?
"Left foot, right foot, stop and turn-"
Krrgzzt-
stop.
/"Goodnight."
/What time is it?
/"And good luck."
"Cut the power!"
"and-and-and-and then you move into the dip-"
It turns away. The lotion is in the basket.
"-pos-posi-position-"
It is all gone, save for the music.
http://rapidshare.com/files/246383362/Geist2.rar
Stop.

Oak (Demo)
Submitted by Scimitar on Thu, 06/18/2009 - 3:08pm.This is just a sneak-peek of a song that I'm working on. It's just a demo of one of the many guitar parts, but I currently have an extremely limiting recording setup, and I refuse to call it finished until I can record the rest.
I wrote this song for the same girl who I wrote "Purple Sparkled High-Top Sneakers" for.

In Half (imagine)
Submitted by imagine on Thu, 06/18/2009 - 2:21pm.At CCYWC I did the songwriting workshop. One of the prompts our instructor had us do was to write a song about "an unusual pair," or something like that. I chose trees.
Even a tree can find
another one to love.
They wrap their branches through each other
like a silent kiss.
And underground, their roots
hold like hands.
And I remember what it feels like
to miss
you.
Chorus:
Where is the other half?
Food just doesn't fill me up
anymore.
Remember when we used to dance
inside of rain?
Well, the rain just doesn't
sink inside my pores
like you used to.
I can hug a tree,
and it feels right.
But I can't hug a tree the way
I used to melt into you.
I can carve our initials
into its flesh,
but they just don't look as beautiful
as they used to.
Bridge:
Two legs is
not enough.
Ten fingers are
ten too less.
One mouth can't
kiss correctly.
One smile can't
steal my breath
like we used to.
Chorus
Even a tree can find
another one to love.

Fall
Submitted by unmistakingly_a... on Wed, 06/17/2009 - 11:44pm.I never really got why
We didn’t learn lessons the first time
Why does it still hurt
And why do I even care
Still
That it keeps me
Longing for more
more
But I fall
Like a shadow against a
Blank canvas wall
And I stand on shifting sand
When I think that I can
Do it all
Do it all...alone
Tell myself I’ll stay strong
And believe that I’ll move on
I’m not that girl
The one who hates herself inside
She tries to hide
hide
Cause I fall
Like a shadow against a
Blank canvas wall
And I stand on shifting sand
When I think that I can
Do it all
Cause I fall
Like a shadow against a
Blank canvas wall
I stand on shifting sand
When I think that I can
Do it all
Do it all...alone
I wanna hide
Sometimes we fall
And lose it all

Fag
Submitted by gradster1 on Wed, 06/17/2009 - 1:01pm.**Language alert
A few variations. I didn't plan on them. This is the original.
All my life I've been guided through this impersonality, purest representation of the duality of perfection and mud, seeping through your pores, FAG, they called me, they didn't suspect I was gay, and I wasn't.
I choose not to identify with your stereotypes, to malleably form-fit a separate reality, I choose my existentiality, my uncertainty of sanity.
I have always been cast out.
I do not fit in, I do not belong, I am always wrong, in the melody of this song I am a tritone of a misfit fucked-up r-rated resonance, because like it or not I vibrate just the same as anyone else.
You are not the only one.

A Different Approach to the Alphabet (imagine)
Submitted by imagine on Mon, 06/15/2009 - 2:35pm.26 letters,
26 different people to touch.
26 pairs of lips,
how much is too much?
26 different names
to hold in your head.
Maybe it'd be nice
to get to know you instead.
And I'll talk to you,
and you'll toss your hair,
and I'm sorry if I stare.
I'll watch your mouth
as it lets out words
and I'll wonder why this hurts
so much more than it should,
and I'd touch you if only I could.
26 letters,
26 different people to find.
By knowing their bodies,
can you really know their minds?
26 pairs of eyes
that keep you in their sight.
Memories don't fade away
as quickly as we'd like.
And our eyes will meet
and you'll toss your hair,
and I'll wonder
if you can tell that I care.
And I'll watch your mouth
as it starts to smile
and I'll wonder why the child
that lived inside me
had to leave so quickly.
Bridge:
This is not the alphabet
that I learned when I was young.
Back then we didn't have
to use our tongues.
Back then I didn't know

Holden Could Lie (imagine)
Submitted by imagine on Mon, 06/15/2009 - 2:17pm.I am lost inside
The Catcher in the Rye.
I read your name
between the lines.
You said you could act,
just like Holden could lie.
(I'm wondering what I will find.)
Chorus:
I do not know what words to say.
Sometimes even my words fail me.
I hope that you can read my signs:
I drew a heart inside your tree.
Cold fingertips
just make me warm,
and I'd hold your hands
for hours more.
I'd hold you away
from the storm.
(I wonder what I'm looking for.)
Chorus 2:
I do not know what words to say.
Sometimes my words just won't come through.
I hope that you can read my signs:
between my lips I spoke of you.
I am lost inside
The Catcher in the Rye,
with hundreds of
thousands of words.
But none of them
are sounding right.
I have lost the ones
that you deserve.
Chorus 3:
I do not know what words to say.
They're just out of reach up above.
I hope that you can read my signs:
I read the book you said you love.
I am lost inside,
I am lost inside,

Starlight (Podcast)
Submitted by Scimitar on Tue, 06/09/2009 - 7:54pm.This is an old piece that's been kickin' around in my notebook for quite a long time now... Figured I should probably record it before I forget it exists.
It also allowed me to mess around with my wah-wah pedal for a while, haha.
Hope you like!!! Please comment... Your feedback really helps.

Purple Sparkled High-Top Sneakers
Submitted by Scimitar on Mon, 06/08/2009 - 10:13pm.This is a special song that I wrote for a girl who means quite a lot to me.

Never Seen you Cry (TA Podcast)
Submitted by thors_apprehension on Wed, 06/03/2009 - 10:37pm.You You said to me,
You know I'll never leave,
Next day, I see your note goodbye.
You, oh no,
Don't you dare go down that road.
You know,
I've never seen you cry.

Absence (Podcast)
Submitted by Scimitar on Wed, 06/03/2009 - 10:30pm.This is just another acoustic piece I wrote a while back...
Please excuse the poor quality, especially during the chorus.
Other than that, I hope you enjoy it!
Thanks,
~Scimitar

Warm (Podcast)
Submitted by Scimitar on Tue, 06/02/2009 - 11:06pm.Just a little acoustic bit I wrote yesterday.
