The Swell Season

A song I made off inspiration from the instrumental song 'The Swell Season' by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova. Can't find the song on YouTube, hopefully you can, because I feel it adds to my lyrics (Or perhaps the other way around).
Nonetheless, here goes:

The Swell Season

So, is this it?
This moment we've been,
dreaming of?
Is this it?
The season we've been,
waiting for?

The trees have gone.
The leaves have all,
blown away.
Dead and gone.
Our spirits have all,
flown away.

Its the swell season.
The time of celebration.
Its the, swell season.
The feeling of dreaming again.

Look at all the toys.
The toys that have,
been left by the boys.
Listen to the noise.
The noise that,
suffocates me.

Its the swell season.
The time of celebration.
Its the, swell season.
The feeling of dreaming again.

We've been told of everything,
everything we could hope to be.
We've been told of how it seems,
how it seems to help us make it through.

But I know, that is never was true,
from the start.
But I know, that we've made it though,
on our own.
Without you.

Its the swell season.
The time of celebration.
Its the, swell season.
The feeling of dreaming again.

The swell season,
the old time spoke of this.
The swell season.
The swell season.

Another Blog??!?!?!??!?!

So, I made another blog for guitar stuff. www.picksandpegs.blogspot.com
Check it out if your still interested. I will also still be posting on this blog, should I feel the need.

Change/Would You

Change

If told how to change a life

with only an action

would you?

If told how to save a life

by giving up yours

would you?

If shown how to save the world

by rolling the dice

would you?

If given a gun and told to shoot

to save yourself

would you?

I can't fix this by myself,

I need you.

I can't heal these tears and cuts

without you.

I can't promise something to save us,

I need you.

I can't give us the change we need

without you.

The change we can believe in,

depends on how we believe in ourselves.

I can't make you better, that jobs up to you.

I can't make life better. But I believe that you can.

If given the chance to cheat

to save yourself

would you?

If given the chance to steal

to save yourself 

would you?

If given the chance to help somebody else

with only a coin

would you?

When told to make your life better

by making someone else's too

would you?

The change we can believe in,

depends on how we believe in ourselves.

I can't make you better, that jobs up to you.

I can't make life better. But can you?

To help someone else is to help yourself.

When you give something up, you get it right back.

To help someone else is to help the world.

If everyone only cared, if everyone only cared.

Would you hug a friend, even if they don't care?

Would you smile and wave, even if it seems useless?

Would you change your life, to change someone else's,

To change the whole world's, to save the whole world.

Would you?

A Hero Born and Died

So, since I haven't really had a song idea (Though I have one coming), I just thought I'd post this. A little short story I wrote. I'm thinking of changing the end a bit, I don't quite like the dialogue. Anyways, I'd love for you guys to read this and tell me what you think

A Hero Born and Died

The dew of last nights rain reflected red light from the sunrise. The village lay silent, the only noise being a door creak, or a cat hiss at a bird. Occasionally pigeons would shoot out of a house, for apparently no reason. In the distance, a silhouette blocked part of the sun's rays. As it neared closer, the light shined brighter as a young boy was walking towards what was once his home. His eyes flickered around him, paranoid of what could be there. The farms were burned, the animals dead. The houses were pillaged, and black smoke filled the sky with dark clouds. As his footsteps grew shakier and slower, they became clumsier and more unsure of where they were going. The boy looked around for a few more seconds, then broke for a run at one of the pillaged homes. His feet slipped on a puddle, and he fell over backwards. He rubbed his hand against his head, and found to his horror that it was wet. He looked closer at his fingers and saw blood. He shakily stood up, and tried to dust himself off. By doing so he looked at the ground, and saw it. The blood flowed across the street like a river, unceasing. It had no end, it had no beginning. The boy realised the blood was not his own, but the blood of his family, his kinsfolk, his home. He kept walking.

Once he arrived at what could have been a home, he stopped. His eyes looked slowly at the windows, the doors. His hands went over the smooth wooden walls. Tears welled in his eyes, and fell like the tears of the god's, never ending, almost never beginning. He opened the door shakily, and walked inside. He hoped to find something, perhaps a small pet, or a younger sibling pulling at his clothes for attention. He found nothing. It was abandoned and deserted. He straightened up and walked head high to one of the rooms. Inside was a wooden box. "Thanks the gods it hasn't been opened," He thought. He slowly raised the lid, and lifted something heavy out. It was a sword. He pulled it out of its sheath. Its long silver blade rand out like a battle cry. The gold coated handle shone like a beacon, calling all to its cause. He held it high, raising it to the sky.

"I will avenge you!"

The boy was now a man. He had walked for miles, searching for the cave. The cave of the enemy, the monster, the murderer. He found it after many nights of hard travel. His feet ached and his body felt as lead, weighing him down. Yet he continued unceasingly. As he entered the cave, he heard the breath of the dragon.

"What is this? Has food walked willingly into my home?"

The voice thundered out of the darkness. The man clutched his head until the echoes died down.

"I come from the village of Draktha! You killed my family! I must avenge them!"

The man's cry rang out deep, almost more empowering than that of the dragon's. From out of the still black cave shone two eyes. They were curious.

"You came to take revenge out on me? You are just a boy with nothing than that of a sword. You have no chance of destroying me!"

The man's response was unfaltering, unfailing.

"I have no chance. But what else is there to do, than die for the cause of my family? Have you ever had a family? Did you love them? If you did, you would now how much honor it would be to die in their name. For their name. That is why I have come here."

"You foolish, naive child. Were this one of you human's fairy tales, you might be able to win. You might have died for a noble cause. But a sword does not make a hero. A sword makes a fool."

With those final words, the dragon raised an arm idly, and slowly crushed the man.

King James

I liked my last idea, and I think it went fairly well, so I'm going to try it again. Buckethead- King James

King James

King James is alone.
King James is afraid.
King James is King.

King James is dying.
King James is crying.
King James is king.

Weary eyes, they don't see anymore.
Weak hands that cannot move.
Sore legs that don't walk anymore.
King James still rules.

King James is dreaming.
King James is fleeing.
King James is king.

Paranoia haunts at every turn,
looking for the king.
Terror flees at every corner,
possessed by the King.

He can hear them coming for him,
he doesn't know why.
He can feel them watching him,
from the sky.

Wake up, wake up.
Its just a dream, relax.
Wake up, wake up.
Calm down. Its over now.
Rest in peace now.

Soothsayer

So, recently I have really gotten into good guitar songs and whatnot. One of the best artists that I have discovered/really explored would be Buckethead. This guy is incredible. He can shred (That means playing extremely fast and extremely accurate). He has a massive reach. He has great pinky dexterity. He can play extremely emotion songs.
One of those emotional songs would be Soothsayer. This song is incredible. Honestly, you really should listen to it.
So, what I'm going to do here, is I'm going to listen to the song (Which is nine and a half minutes long), and I'm going to write lyrics to how I feel simultaneously.
In simpler terms, I'm going to write lyrics to the song. These lyrics are not meant to be song to the song itself, but its merely a form of me expressing my emotions.
Here goes.

Soothsayer

You speak your words,
calmly, softly.
You tell me what I need to hear,
to help me become better.
You help me settle my emotions,
anger, hatred, fear.
You show me the way to go.

Soothsayer, you save me.
Soothsayer, you heal my soul.

I remember those days,
we were young then.
I remember those games,
we laughed all day long.
I remember the happiness.

Soothsayer, you help me
remember who I am.
Soothsayer, you tell me
what I can be.
Soothsayer, you tell me
how to go on.

When we got seperated,
I got lost.
I lost my way without you.
Now your here, here to show me,
the light at the end.
Oh, I missed you, I needed you,
those were the hardest times.

Soothsayer! Soothsayer!
I am seeing who I am now.
Soothsayer! Soothsayer!
I am seeing what I can be.

Soothsayer! I remember.
Soothsayer! You saved me.
Soothsayer! Soothsayer!
How I am glad, I have seen you again!
Don't leave, don't leave, don't make me sad again!

When we got seperated,
I got lost.
I lost my way without you.
Now your here, here to show me,
the light at the end.
Oh, I missed you, I needed you,
those were the hardest times.
I was wrong back then.
I was wrong, I shouldn't have yelled.
I was wrong, I shouldn't have screamed.
I was wrong, I shouldn't have.
I shouldn't have...done those things.

I was wrong, you ran away.
I was wrong, but now you're back.
Back to stay, I hope you stay.

Soothsayer! Tell me what I can do.
Soothsayer! Tell me how I can make you better.
Soothsayer! Tell me how I can make us better.
Soothsayer! Tell me how, tell me how, tell me how!

You speak your words,
calmly, softly.
You tell me what I need to hear,
to help me become better.
You help me settle my emotions,
anger, hatred, fear.
You show me the way to go.

Soothsayer, you save me.
Soothsayer, you heal my soul.

I remember those days,
we were young then.
I remember those games,
we laughed all day long.
I remember the happiness.
Bring it back.

The Doors

Alright, before I begin this, sorry about failing to put up new lyrics. I started on a song, thought it was really good, then it turned out terrible, and I've been too busy to write since.

Now, to begin. The Doors. I'm pretty sure everyone has heard of them, and has heard of their epic-ness. They're pretty awesome, and they're a classic. I'm pretty sure that their reign of music was in the sixties, and I'm pretty sure they stopped in the seventies, maybe even before.
They write primarily blues-rock music. They tend to have long songs that have about six minutes of keyboard instrumental. They have one of the greatest vocalists, Jim Morrison, who also writes the lyrics. He has one of the widest ranges, going from a bass up to a tenor. When he gets really high though, he tends to go into a screamy sound. (As heard in Break on Through). Their keyboardist is pretty good as he can play two very different parts and make it sound like a different instrument.

Three of their songs I find to be incredible, more incredible then the rest. I'm also planning on learning all three on the guitar.

Spanish Caravan. This song is probably my favorite right now. It starts with some semi-complicated sweeping chords. It then goes into a nice acoustic intro. Jim Morrison has great vocals here. After the first verse a keyboard comes in playing the same exact part as the guitar. Once Jim starts singing again, the keyboard goes into a really cool sound. To me it sounds space-age. Morrison's voice goes pretty low in this song, which sounds really good.

People are Strange. This song I tried to learn by ear on the guitar. I got lost once Jim started to sing, in other words, after three notes. This one has pretty nice vocals, and relatively simple guitar, which I can learn easily. Its got a nice slowish solo, and great lyrics. The guitar adds a great effect, and its got nice whammy on the second verse after the solo.

Love me Two Times. This song is really bluesy. It starts out with a blues riff on the guitar, which follows through the entire song supporting the chord changes. Really nice vocals in this one, great lyrics two. I love the guitar, and I think that is the main reason why I like this song. There is also a nice sounding keyboard and guitar chord that sounds dissonant, which adds a little change.

So, tell me what you think, and which one is your favorite!