E5

I'm baaack! Summer vacation, prior commitments, mic troubles, and a shortage of roller ball pens conspired to prevent me from posting! Anyway, here's a new thing I'm working on. It's a variations-on-a-theme kind of mini-project that involves my solo music project, Panda Plays Punk and my band, Cracked Perspective, will hopefully end up as an EP for Panda Plays Punk, and will probably involve my embarrasing myself by emailing people more famous than I. (Not the first time)
I have 2 versions (Okay, one-and-a-half) of "E5" done already. First...the Introduction!

This is an introduction-y kind of piece. This will kick off the EP, and is very hip-hop-y. (I think?) Need a dramatic way to enter? Blast this out!
Second...The Cracked Perspective version!
This is a legit song that I wrote in the past week. The actual lyrics only took a day or two, but it took another few days to get the instrumental recorded. But now I have both!
The lyrics are very morbid...just FYI...

Try to give a speech
But you don't have a voice
Yell 'till your throat hurts
But can't get past the noise

This is my despair
To haunt me every day
I can't make a mark
No one hears what I say

Try to save the world
Even though you can't
Try to find a gem
When there is only sand

(Chorus)
Da ba ba bada ba (x4)

So much there is to gain
If I'm one of a kind
So many doors to fame
But none that I can find

(Chorus)

But somehow I still try
To reach into the stars
To find some tiny chance
That I'll go somewhere far

I have myself convinced
That I can learn to fly
For simply sitting still
Is my version of crime

(Chorus) (x2)

...Yup...don't say I didn't warn you about morbidness...The instrumental is right here.
E5 - Cracked Perspective Version by PandaPlaysPunk
A quick note: the piano is basically going through the same rhythm, notes, and effects that the actual vocals will go through, though I might do some tweaking here and there; this is by no means done.
And there you have it; one-and-a-half versions of "E5." I'm also planning a supersad lyricless "closing" piece, and a frenetic violin solo that will be the theme of "E5."

Memorial Service (Memories)

Man, I need antidepressants. Song #4, and no happiness in sight. Wow, kid. Lighten up.
I have a arpeggio-based piano riff for this, but my super-slacker lifestyle means that I won't be recording it for a while. And Zhen (the pro singer in my band, Cracked Perspective) won't be around for a while, too. So yeah, I'm only on songwriting for now.

I saw it on the news today

The saddest thing I've ever seen 

But of the aftermath I'll say

These wounds may never heal

(add light beat)

We see such pain in all we view

But just forget about it all

So while people lose all they could ever lose

We ignore them like broken dolls

(Chorus)

The tragedies that come to us

They never seem to go away

But the memories they leave with us...these

Flashbacks of then, we never learn from for today

They say that once upon a time

People learned from their past

But now we disregard old crimes

Save for a flag at half mast

Right now, I feel the past is more

Than a history book paper

It tells of what we've endured

And how it could make us greater

(Chorus)

(Violin Solo?)

(Different Melody)

I wish that in another day,

We'll the world's worries and say

"I've had it with the tears and pain

Let's work 'till only hope remains"

(Final Chorus)

The tragedies that come to us

They'll still come in our way

But maybe we can learn for once

So that tomorrow, we'll be better than today...

There you go. What do you think?

Over the Edge

Another morbid song. Woo. And there's more coming, too. I don't know why I can't write remotely happy stuff. I might have a sense of humor, but that's not going in the music; I'm not Blink 182.
This song has a nice little square lead in C minor; (after playing Jupiter, Bringer of Jollity, in an orchestra-I'm a violinist, if you don't know-that has become my space-war key) and is about a random kid's extreme paranoia. (Morbid? Yes. Scary? Likely. Will it sell? Maybe.) But enough pointless digressions. Let's get to the song.

I don't know what is wrong these days, I never can relax,

I see only anxiety, I'm surprised I'm not collapsed

Look behind my shoulder, my panic's set to "max,"

I feel like I'm stepping on a million sidewalk cracks

I cannot be my myself unless I'm safely out of sight,

I see someone that's to my left, I tiptoe to the right

I'm scared of all my fears but it seems just out of spite

I am also scared of telling someone of my plight

(Chorus)

I must've gone over the edge

The fears possessing me,

Are slowly eating me inside

They are my end-to-be

I think they call it paranoia

but I disagree

I say it's called be being chased 

By ghosts that you can't see

Don't be offended if I doubt you, please just understand,

I'm scared of you and all your friends, the panic's all I have

I might look sane, it's all a game,  it's in my master plan,

To hide your eyes from the facts, I'm lunatic, I'm mad

(Square synth solo)

(Chorus)

I think that I've been round the bend for far, far, far too long

So I've sent my plea of help to you in some kind of a song,

Help me before I decide I'd better pass along

So I won't have these specters haunting me forever on....

(Chorus)

(Chorus)

Yup. Morbid. As are all my songs. The problem is that political songs can get cheesy, I haven't had a girlfriend since kindergarten, and I don't have enough street cred to do those get-outta-my-way-puny-opponents thingies that rappers do a lot. So I write about people tearing themselves to bits Edgar Allen Poe style. That's my lame excuse.

Flight

Super morbid song. It's all about death, war and dreams.


(Sparse, quiet electronic loop only, echo-y voice)
I live without the strife
Above the fear and the lies
But the goal of life
Is how I wish I could fly

My dreams tell all I know
They are the star of the show
And they say I must go 
To where the birds may roam

(Chorus)
(Simple Bass, Piano - ditch echo for chorus)
Ooh, Oh I wish I could Fly
Ooh, Oh I wish I could fly
Ooh, I will do or I'll die...
...Oh, I wish I could fly

(Back to sparse loop & echoes)
The feds have sent me a call
A war is on, they want all
I'll walk myself down the hall
Yet I feel it's my fall

I'm looking out in the dawn
I'm in a jet with a bomb
To kill a man for his wrongs
And leave his family to long...

(Chorus)
(Back to Simple Bass/Piano)

(Violin Solo w/ bass & piano)

(Add Violin in background)
My plane is hit, I'm going down
Oh, I won't see again my town
I feel the sweat on my crown
I never thought I'd die now.......(stop background - only sparse piano chords)

(Final Chorus)
No, Now I never will fly
No, Now I never will fly
No, The war has killed me 'fore I tried
I have not done but I have died (piano chord for last note)


So yeah...Morbid.
This is only my second song...so...yeah...

Look

Here's a song I wrote up a while ago. It was my first (I've written 3), and kinda is a raise-awareness-for bullying thingy.
Here goes nothing:

(rapper) Look, Look, Look at he,

Fighting the bullies he can't be,

Trapped in a world I'd rather not see,

Does anyone care? Is it just me?

Look, Look, Look online,

It's ruthless gossip without any shine,

It's sick how they post that he has no spine.

But if I speak up, I'LL be on the line.

(singer) Someone help me...I think I'm falling,

Dose someone care for me?...Oh please I'm calling.

Can anyone see? Right no I'm thinking,

I'm losing myself...

(rapper) Look, Look, Look over there,

They're beating him senseless, all they can dare,

He's lost all he has, no dignity to spare,

I'd go over to stop, but why would they care?

Look, Look, Look at his pain,

They call him retard, call him gay,

I've had it with them, THEY WILL PAY!

Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I'LL HAVE MY SAY!

(singer) No one will save me...I know I'm falling.

No one cares for me, I'm no longer calling.

No one can see, right now I'm thinking

I've had enough of myself... (piano riff)

(rapper) (slower) Look, Look, Look, at the ground,

He hung himself with a cord wrapped 'round.

His joy had been stolen and never was found.

We're all responsible, so don't make a sound.