October 17, 2011

Oh, anniversary post-celeb?

This came to me as a surprise.That which I didn’t realize immediately. Not until our friends started coming over their house, greeting us a Happy Anniversary!

Food for the full(fooled)! Yum! A kiss over a shot!

Such an intimate celebration with friends. We should have savored the moment some more and let leave the jealousy aside.

We can only regret. One loud boo for me!

Anyway, I love you. More years for US!

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October 11, 2011

Young Circles: Jungle Habits

Below is an excerpt from q&a

There’s a definite shift in songwriting and tone from the opening track to the last, from the “I want to feel alive” on “Triangles” to the total neo-Elton John track, “Changing.” Was there a certain path you wanted the album to take from beginning to end?

There is a definite story that is told in this album. I have a few different stories for it in my head, but the idea is the first and last track act like a Prologue [and] Epilogue. “Triangles”‘ arrangement is the least “pop” and most unorthodox in that it doesn’t have a verse-chorus-middle eight-type layout. We wanted to develop the idea early in the album that everything you’re about to hear is different, and the song is begging everyone to sit back and go on the journey with us. From “Devil” all the way to the end of “Dreams,” [the album] is dealing with the loss of innocence and love and the subsequent wake-up call when you get to “2012” and everything afterward. The curiosity of growth, the growth of perception, and accepting the fact that no matter what, we’re still changing, and still growing. Whether we’re saying that literally or figuratively is up to the listener.

Check out their exclusive interview featured in http://www.redefinemag.com/music/interviews_music_2.php?artist=Young-Circles&id=2531 

You will find the complete lyrics of their Jungle Habits songs on the same site, as well. Check ’em all!

 

 

October 11, 2011

Young Circles

Upon listening to their Triangles of Jungle Habits, I quickly realized that it’s a music I can play with everyday. The music is lying on the listener’s interpretation of it. The wise play in it is something which will leave you in thematic circles. Lots of ideas jammed into one cool music, wonderful!

October 11, 2011

Free e-book: ONLINE COPYRIGHT FOR WRITERS published by FreelanceWriting.com

Free e-book: ONLINE COPYRIGHT FOR WRITERS published by FreelanceWriting.com.

Online Copyright for Writers

I suggest you read this e-book. It’s short and very informative. One of the too many things I digested: Copyright violation is a much grave offense than plagiarism. Or should I say, copyright infringement is a legal issue and the latter is an ethical one.

You might want to check the Terms and Conditions of each site you visit to check if you are violating the copyright of the author. Featured in the book are some good sites(photo) where the materials are downloadable ,yet you can be sure that no copyright is violated.

All these and more when you read the book.  Upon finishing it, share with others what you just learned. It’s a truth one ought to know.

P.S. To be directed to the download link, please click the link at the top.

October 11, 2011

Freelancewriting.com

Good writing references don’t have to be hard to find. You can find great reads for free in Freelancewriting.com site.

For the articles, visit:

http://www.freelancewriting.com/articles/pages/

October 10, 2011

My Vinyl Dream

Deluxe Pack; Courtesy: HorseFeatherstheband.com

The second I started to think about compiling playlists of the bands I like,  I have been dreaming of having a Vinyl Record library.

7″s; Courtesy: HorseFeatherstheband.com

Money = Vinyl

Of wealth| Of dreams

October 10, 2011

HOUSE WITH NO HOME (Lyrics Compilation)

House With No Home Album

CURS IN THE WEEDS
Lover of things,
won’t you agree
how the winter could bring
the darkest spring?

With hell on your face,
dirt on the walls
in the back of the place,
you grew and complained.

Father of three,
won’t you believe,
that the ones in between,
the ones that are blamed.

Of fickle faith,
cynics that seethe,
how their children are cursed,
cursed to believe.

It’s like marrow without bone.
To live in a house with no home.
Where the son is the darkest seed.
He crawls with the curs in the weeds.

Where had you been son?
Not in the street, not in the yard.

Only once, I’ll call off the dogs, if you call off your guard.

Where had you gone?
Where had you been?

RUDE TO RILE
Maybe he could wait a while?
Maybe grow too tired or old.
Maybe they just lay to look.

While we were young, we all laughed and we sung.
Now we’ve been beat by work.
Oh, he just waits, he just hopes, and he prays.
But the more she is loved she hurts. . .

It’s rude to rile her up.
Those fools for god don’t love another’s touch.
Making babies for good or grief?
To these types of fools he pleads,
“If beggars aren’t loved they leave!”

She learned it from a book.
Suiters approach, receive dirty looks.
Calling on her for good or grief.
These types of fools who beg and never read.

WORKING POOR
We are young and we are weak.
Just as blank as we are bleak.
Too far gone in our heads.
We all live and work in the red.

We’re cold,
we had done all we’ve been told.
There’s no court for our case.
What failure gave us suits our taste.

We all bend, we all break.
We all forfeit what we make.
Too far gone, in our heads.
We all live and work in the red.

We’re cold,
we had done all we’ve been told.
There’s no court for our case.
What failure gave us suits our taste.

There’s no money to our names.
Empty pockets to our graves.
There’s no court for our case.
What failure gave us suits our taste.

ALBINA
Now we’ve got concrete.
A place those blacks won’t be.
If we come they’ll know.
They should flee,
They should go.
Here comes a white shadow.

Blues aren’t made from greed,
this feast on famine pleads.
To take their space,
if we can, if we may,
make a darker day.
Please, shame on me.

These things, they come in threes.
This feast on famine pleads.
To take their space,
if we can, if we may,
make a darker day
Please, shame on me.

This street ain’t made for me.

A BURDEN
A bitter birthday.
I can’t shake.
It seems that lately,
there’s no break.

I’m pleading.

Why can’t I see?
It seems that lately, I curse me.

A bitter birthday.
You can’t make.
It seems that lately, there’s no break

I’m pleading.

Why can’t we see?
It seems that lately, you curse me.

How do you go?
A curse it is right behind.
How do you go?
A burden may change your mind.

HELEN
I just heard the news,
a new one is on your line.
I just heard the news,
it’s taking all my time.

What will you do
when I’m fine?
What will I write
when I’m fine?

I just heard the news,
a new one is on your line.
Legs they’re wrapped around,
a victim by surprise.

What will you do
when I’m fine?
What will I write
when I’m fine.

Helen, if you called my name you know I’d go.
In much the same way the sun steals the snow.
I’ve been burned by the heat two bodies make.
A little bird told me that your type is too ripe to take.

HEATHEN’S KISS
Lyin’ on the floor and through your teeth.
Tell me where you’ve gone, speak softly.
Crawlin’ from the dark up to your feet.
Tell me where you’ve gone, speak gently.

Crawlin’ from the dark up to your feet.
Tell me where you’ve gone, speak softly.
Tell me where you’ve gone, and what you’ve done.
A fever keeps on comin’, I want none.

Are you true to me?
Are these vows we say profane?
Are you true to me?
Are these vows we make obscene?

Heathens kiss softly.
From their mouthes there’s nothing.
They cruelly come gently.
With violent lips smashing.

Heathens kiss softly.

DIFFERENT GRAY
Oregon loves too few.
Oregon loves just you.

Curse the rose, curse the rain.
Now two bodies, can’t start the same.
How our sun has gone away, there aren’t days,
there’s just different gray.

How can anybody only just sleep?
How can anybody only just leave?

Who talked to you?
Who’s in your ear?

Probably a better man.
Who’s probably got better plans
for wealth or success.

THIS IS WHAT
Baby brother don’t you know?
I’m cross when you come,
I’m cursed when you go.
I won’t waste my time, let the worst get in line.
I fruitlessly labor for show.
As time passes distance grows.

My son is so late.
Mother trust I will bring you a face,
even on the wrong days,
you know I could dream to lay,
next to that body,
I’ve yet to make.

This is what it is to be.
Call it joy in youth,
don’t dare call it free.
He won’t come, he won’t crawl.
He won’t answer at all.
I fruitlessly labor for show.
As time passes distance grows.

FATHER
Father your failures are so grave,
they have seeped to son.
No amount of wishing,
for grace to be regained or won.
10,000 pounds of hope,
on the shoulders of one.

It’s clear to me,
how the son has gone to seed.
It’s clear to me,
how the roots shape the tree.
If I found a penance to be paid,
if I found a payment to be made.

There’s no real letter to write,
To no real father of mine.
With no real things,
it’s hard not to think.
With no real things,
it’s hard not to sing.

Father your failures are so grave,
they have seeped to son.
No amount of wishing,
for grace to be regained or won.

 

((FATHER REPRISE))

Source: http://www.myspace.com/horsefeathersmusic/blog/451487189

October 10, 2011

Horsefeathers

The first on my list. Their music never fails to ease away the tension (discovered or not) away. It’s a good-Oh relaxing music which conditions my mind, the moment it’s playing.

General Info (fr: their myspace account)

Genre: Folk / Indie

Location Portland, Oregon, Un

Website HorseFeatherstheband.comRecord Label Kill Rock Stars

Type of Label Indie

Horsefeathers

Members:

JUSTIN RINGLE – vocals, guitar

NATHAN CROCKETT – violin, saw, vocals

CATHERINE ODELL – cello, vocal

Listen to Curs in the Weeds: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBPO9Kun_9A&feature=player_embedded

October 9, 2011

This year’s 10/10 is the 1st in our history.

You were such a  life-changing blessing He graced me with.

Tree in Cats and Marks -edited, 10/10/2011

Happy Anniversary, my beloved. 

(listening to The Cure’s Lovesong in Adele’s rendition)

The original version:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-eDSzL0774Q

Anberlin’s cover of Lovesong:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=03Pc2hy0sgI

He brought you in my life to save me.

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