Tag: bedtime

The Vow of Silence

Aside from the fact that i plan to take one. This song is a way of expressing what i have learned from being silent over the past two decades. Another improvised track, this one was meant to be ironic in a personal sense. As i wrote a poem long enough to span the length of this song that i’ve vowed to keep silent.

Great for Meditating relaxing, reading, studying, cleaning, sleeping or waking up. This laid back sound is meant to encompass a subtle journey. It is my own way of drifting off, re-centering, and finding peace. I hope to share that feeling with the listener.

https://soundcloud.com/subtle-keystrokes/the-vow-of-silence

The Silence beckons me and i turn away with a practical sense, and a familiar face. All these lives lived and we’ve never learned to speak. Now that’s silly

~Subtle Keystrokes.

Weeping Willow

you know i’m not quite sure why i never posted this track on my blog. It’s rather different than the things i normally work on and yet everything i work on does feel rather different from all else. I wanted to post it now though because it’s a great way to express the inward healing energy that reciprocates self growth.

without further ado: here is the track with lyrics below.

..Io:Weeping willow Lyrics:oI..

I am a weeping willow (x3.5)

Because, I take care if me I don’t need you to. Self love reciprocates growth like a flower vase don’t let it break basket case. But I guess you figured let it linger just a little longer, lookI’m up and away from the chatter I’m mad as a hatter I’m filling my bladder with a 40oz bottle to the dome. I’m like a garden gnome waiting for the sunset steal me from my lawn or rip me like a bong. Lift me from the pawn tune type of mood that I used to cruise down a one way street blaring. Staring at the sun and swearing if make it there where picnics replace panic and the pixies dance in the rain. Id be one of a kind except (accept) were one in the same. I wonder if sane is a sound assessment, but what’s the question. I’m just a pine needle dripping sap big balling piece of half assed theories can you tell me that the sky won’t fall chicken little fiddle to the riddles of the dungeon folks spoke to me oh how inquisitive.

I am a weeping willow (x3.5)

When we say. Welcome to earth good luck living here. It’s a big bad fairy tale welcome to the never ever woods realm of the elves on the shelf and the daze by my self. Id rather hide behind some trees with kush blowing slowing down to a halt I am repart and hearts in the west fall and rise in the east. Is it true that you can shape shift, for every second second wasted another slump into my quiet research for perfection. Never resting. Take a load off I’ll put the load on Distributed evenly yea even me. I get the funky feeling of a feather weight champion. But I’m like a bottle of run dumb my idols I’ll become one Sensai it isn’t true some say it isn’t true some say times falling through the cracked skull skilled magician listen to him love himself and stay focused hocus pocus while still engulfed in the study buddy mentors that meant more to a scientific frontiers in my eyes at the thought of a lost cause me to the face myself. Race myself into a time machine dreamscape-goat of a free land damn I’m feeling murky so undeserving feel the hurting in my veins pain staining muscles through the blood pumped straight to my center starts imploding compassion back tracks my green scape back flashed and I half asked how could I live forever if I am just a weeping willow.

I am a weeping willow (x3.5)

Einsteins MyND

EINSTEINS MyND

(Chorus).     <|in no particular order|>

I’m in my up buzz
I’m on my up buzz
I’m on my up buzz
So open up cuz
So open up word
I’m coming
Hoooold on
and give me yooouur
Fingertips in mine
Mine spines fine
like Einsteins mind and time
I guess it’s relative
Mine spines fine
like Einsteins mind or time
I guess its relative

It always bothered me that truth would occur in abstract places that most left undisturbed. Securing firmly that the truth was a blur so each night, let loose my tether I’d disperse from the earth.

Now quite frankly. I like the darkness and I like to contour. Resort to past principles and see if it works, it’s worth the worry if you’re given gold for your dirt. And sure the compositions were a little obscure the first and last that gave birth to an eagle who laid wings in the search, but I let my madness come first. It was a beautiful insanity, the truth is it works. I popped the bottle left the fluid uncorked (like) …some days is just wake up like this and when I wake up like this I don’t give a fuck about my attitude I’m boiling I’m coiling myself up like a snake I kept my venom close; now I’ve known better folks than that and so I sort of froze looked myself in the eyes and said no, don’t lie to me. I’d been hiding me from me all along and just that moment wrote a beautiful song accepted fate I knew the words all along. I knew the world I called wrong had given me everything I needed since day ones the day they blow the gun and say go run and have fun why’d I be mad I’m on the path that I came on if it feels right then stay on. If it feels wrong it is wrong stop fighting it’s not like you to not you, you’re beautiful I do or I do not understand the complex remedies of a renaissance renewal of a meditative authority.

(Chorus)

No I don’t trust this frequency my brain hurts, my grained in sense of migraines what is this frequency that speaks to me, my brain hurts my brain hertz.
https://soundcloud.com/subtle-keystrokes/einsteins-mynd
Who said it better the philosopher or physicist quizzing me of my ignorance? No I don’t get it and I don’t want to anyway I came up with a new idea today are you listening!? I think he’s ranting again fancying zen over the likes if us. He’ll fight and cuss to defend a sense of righteousness he still trusts his steel crutch it held him up and well it still does, he cleared his mind of every little thing and yet still buzz…

The dreamweaver (poem song and drawing)

Lyrics/Poetry:

I am a dreamweaver
a truth seer in this worlds theater
peaking from puckered edge of ethereal plane in plain view
i see the difference but i realize were the same too
many times before i’ve lost my center in a balancing act
but didn’t trust that each of this is an ancient artifact
of art or fact where arts official not artificial if its de la soul
Ill hardly trickle down the tickled landscape of a rolling road
As i’m expanding i don’t think ill ever find one home
but plan to roam to rome and let all of OUR thoughts implode…

Jut like that something happened in the frozen tundra of that hectic hallway
as if to say this worlds a cradle and the love it shove is with me all day
Self Centered egotistical and arrogant they all say
but how many others can you call upon for help always and in All ways
I took grip in that tall haze and broadened my small gaze
past the tidal waves of consumption into a world of active passivism and passive activists

Blissfully and playfully i was cast into the spiders web where i sent a signal outward as to say
i know now not to announce that im the one when were all one and at once i didnt wonder
why the whispers extrapolated exasperated I said wait THIS CANT BE HAPPENING
but it was and id seen it coming so my disregard fo fumbling rose and the sun shone
bright as the plights of angels of the star striped trail of tear me open and my ego froze
dove into myself and left my lungs exposed to the wind you have to win you have to win
you have to wind me up and let me loose perception always seemed to seam me right back up
I dont need to be a warrior or worry or war with the worms of the earth for they too came here
and they too frame fears and try to see the picture, I dont doubt it when i carry my heart in my hand
because my heart is a fist full of pink inklings that isnt wishful thinking and there is no risk of sinking
So lets go let go jump in and swin youre so caught up in control that you’re sure to mis evereything
and it’s all so fucking beautiful

All i know is that i came from the earth and i came for the earth to unearth all the worth and
coerce all the cursed into a blessing because this world is the birth of the search and
it starts with me
no it starts with you
so say it starts with me
say it starts with me

Static (poem and Song)

static

Because through the static he would always act dramatic.

Tune into the frequency a leisure he could not escape.

He’s Not religious but he’s always been a man of faith,

scripted with rivets that he didn’t dare reciprocate.

But through the static he didn’t need to act it always on the blacklist. Picking at his passion like the the scabs of an addict. And it’s tragic. Because half the time it’s as if It didn’t happen. he’s soft as satin,  he keeps his heart tied to the center of the universe. He’ll need to feel the bluesy birth of a child in his theater hurt… by curtain closing him to the crowd and yet leavin him open, and yet leaving him frozen coping by extinguishing his feelings like the flames the same reason that he chose his degree the same treasons that eloped as he fleed same freezing hands that groped all the keys. But will the door open?

Adolescent strangled all his conceptions and brought a new perception of his essence or his presence on Pangea. Oh mamma Mia he’s a firm believer that if he tunes in it’s proven to work. And yet it’s proven to hurt because he’s losing his work he just lurks goes home and tears off his shirt and says I am I am I am supermaaaaaaayaaannn

Because through the static he would always act dramatic.

Tune into the frequency a leisure he could not escape.

He’s Not religious but he’s always been a man of faith,

scripted with rivets that he didn’t dare reciprocate

But through the static she’d always hurt the baddest. Always in high fashion while she’s picking at her passion like the picture perfect eyebrows she’s created a craft in. And she just smile, half the time it’s as if it didn’t happen. While (s)he yearns to see why hurtins not enough to learn a bluff is a bluff, well what they say about love it’s unconditional it’s only principle will be the the one to unfold what she holds. Old cat lady crazy maybe shouldn’t have never let this one get away but what can she Say. The control made her sure that he’d never escape. Then one day likewise fluffys up and out the fire escape, Treat it like a lap cat he’ll acts like a pussy because He’s not after the pussy. It’s the compressed chest feeling that’s appealing wen his life’s a mess.

But she’s not happy either
Because he don’t fuckin need her
And all she ever wanted was to be codependent [while (whys)] he so independent because he’s one of a kind so please don’t compliment this boy because you’re inflating his mind and now she’s looking in the mirror tryna act like it’s fine and she doesn’t mind crying she doesn’t mind hiding undercover making love to a make beleive lover who said were made for each other I guess it isn’t true. I guess deep down you knew it’s not all about you

He’s got you feeling so nude that it’s just about turning you on.

She’s got you feeling so nude that it’s just about turning you on.

https://soundcloud.com/subtle-keystrokes/static

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i hope you took the time to read and or listen and were able to take something away from this one. as with  most of my music its not about one thing. Its a series of observations with a connection.

what do you think the static represents?

Never been, write about that

https://soundcloud.com/subtle-keystrokes/never-been-write-about-that

~Subtle Keystrokes~

 ~suttle~

Today i woke up and after taking more than a little time for myself. I made my way to campus it was time to study. I have four exams this week and naturally i’m a little stressed out. 

Its not that i don’t know whats going on in class but tests have a way to peak my anxiety and make the whole world a little more fragile. I took longer than i should have creating this track. This is and was a long waiting improvisation. Of course i had no idea it was going to be an improvised piece it just chose to come out that way.

While i was still on campus studying i could feel the build up. Studying in a group is the only way ill ever get anything done. But groups have never been my specialty. And upon a wave of feeling an unwarranted emotion regarding the people i was studying with i took flight for the piano. I think it will actually help me that i was able to release this before my exams because these thought were all crumpled up in the back of my brain.

Now with the release i can focus on my structural analysis exam tomorrow which i have no reason to be nervous about.

I know theres a lot of mistakes in here but this is everything i need to be, and

I’ve never been, write about that.