Drifting?
Feels more than that. Feels like something is pulling me. Maybe those bass swells? Your piano, too, draws me in even closer. The song has a real slick feel to it, and I love it to death.
So whatever it is tugging at my sleeve, it can have me.
I'll follow this melody anywhere it goes!
Download'd and fav'd
Lots happening.
Your piano pieces are all terribly expressive. So much is happening in the background - even if there's a simple quarter note progression, you've got epic mash madness fighting for my attention behind.
When the guitar and drums came in, I wasn't sure what to think. I think it sort of redeemed itself in the end, though. In all - a good track. There's a sort of desperation to it. You want to get up and do something, even if you're not entirely sure what that something is!
Hold on!
From the opening notes, the song grabs you by the collar - "Hang on tight, bitch."
Which is appropriate, given that time doesn't slow down for ANYONE. Even when it does, the second you think you're ready to start smelling the roses - it picks up pace and you're back to the same frantic pace as before.
Some of the sounds are a bit strained sounding, but I just have to love this song.
Sorry, though. :( No dl from me because it's so short! But 5'd and fave'd!
YESH!!
More Nub for my itunes library!
Welcome back, broseph!
Thank you! It's good to be back.
Weee!
I have no shame in admitting that I have a great portion of this poem memorized. WIN!
Thanks for bringing it to life, creepily. That's a compliment, by the way. Because, you know. That's sort of what my broseph Edgar was about. Ha!
This
is a song I could die listening to.
:D Niice
Made me bob my head, and that's all that matters. I looked up the original song, and i honestly prefer ths one a bit more. The sound is crunchy. There's a bit of edge, but it's still a sort of happy feel. I approve.
Heh.
Wow!
Fresh! Something new! Funky! I do enjoy it. XD
I chased you for so long.
There was nothing perceptively evil about him. No narrowed, glittering eyes, no cruel or sharp angles to his body. He was almost too normal, too human-looking. My Death was even-tempered, polite, and he drove a very nice car.
"Shall we go for a ride?"
The Corvette whisked along, engine thrumming. We sat in silence, and I was the first to break it. The question was a genuine one, yet I didn't care much for the answer.
"Are you going to kill me?"
He glanced into the rearview, smiling pleasantly, "I haven't decided yet."
"But it's crossed your mind?"
"Of course!" It was the smile of a shark.
The miles trickled by. I saw days and I saw years.
"They call you a monster."
"And they call *you* a hero. We are both so poorly misrepresented, don't you agree?"
"Not really."
"Shame," He clucked his tongue, "It seems we have come to an impasse."
"You could have killed me when you came before," I leaned back against the pressed leather, "Why wait till now?"
"To be fair, I did say that I haven't yet decided." Again, a flitting glance in the mirror, "Why pursue the matter? I left you alive. Most humans would leave it at that. And here you are, seeking me out personally. Very peculiar."
"I'm not 'most humans'."
"No, I daresay not. You're not afraid of me."
"Should I be?"
"They all are."
A touch of pride in his voice. He enjoyed being what he was. I curled a lip.
"So you *did* kill her, then?"
"Ah, the crux of the matter. I did, yes. Not out of anything personal against mothers, mind you. In fact--my own mother was a fine woman. If I were capable, I think I would have loved her." The shoulders rose and fell in a shrug, "What happens, happens."
"You are an animal."
"Aren't we all?"
well shit... absolutely beautiful.
Smooth desperation.
I could see this making a very slick movie trailer. The feel seems to scream 'slow motion walking sequence' followed by determined expressions from the main characters.
And then a sort of, "NOOOO!" moment at around 1:07.
This makes my imagination run rampant. Now I gotta go catch it. -.-
I am a journeyman-level writer, filmmaker, and rogue wizard currently adjusting to her newfound status as a not-quite-starving artist.
Age 31
San Francisco CA
Joined on 8/6/07
.:Drifting Into Nothingness:.