In the dawn of time
In the dawn of my mind
Where is it that I will find
A place to be
A place for me
A place of sweet entity
Where things grow
Where things flow
A safe place for me to go
No people or fights
No helpless nights
No radical rights
Just me and a song
Just where I belong
Where nothing goes wrong
And here I am in all this mess
Here I am drowning in your stress
Mindless, Careless, Hopeless
In this corrupted bloom
In this heartless room
Where all those people loom
I’m so, so small
And they’re so, so tall
They merge into a brick wall
Warring before me
Filled with greed
Please Please set me free!
Please get in touch with any tips. Also down to collaborate!
As resources for music become available, updates of lyrics and recordings will be posted to the blog for a look at potential prgress. I wrote Trapped when I was 11.
The best thing about working on music for so long is finding which parts of your work speaks to you over time.
By posting this work using what basic materials are available, I hope to provide an example of how research and development flourishes on a different timeline for everyone.
Vocals are too loud on video below. Turn the volume so keys are super soft during intro then adjust after it sounds like nails on a chalkboard (if that shit ever ends).
Demos: noladeafchild.com/music
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