JCpatriot66
02-07-2010, 02:43 PM
Hey y'all. So I was in my university's talent show thing the other night, and got to perform one of my songs entitled Wrist. I ended up winning, which is cool since a) I've been trying for three years, and b) I won a $100 Ticketmaster giftcard. Anyway, a friend of mine captured it on her iPhone, so here's a youtube link.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmGwy986F7g
Comments/suggestions appreciated. The actual music starts about 2 minutes in. And for those wondering, the "that's so sad" comment comes after my mic fell and was just getting dragged pathetically across the floor. Also, the "L" comment is about a giant L hanging from the ceiling (in the words "Truman Live") that kept swinging back and forth throughout the entirety of the show. It annoyed me.
So back to the music. Lyrics:
Cigarette to the wrist
Another one of father’s older scars
Flame fed out late as his
Cinders fade into
Dust and dark
Bite my tongue
Hide my blistered hand
Bide my time until morning
I bite my tongue
Clothe the floorboards clean
Rug stained blue
And under slate and stone
Mantle manned in pewter figurines
Her ceramic dreams be sinew and bone
Bite my tongue
Hide my head in hand
Bide my time until morning
I bite my tongue
Choke the words
That feed these flames
Their smoke set deep and
Swallowing everything
Salt my thoughts
Those bitter grains
That sour fields
Swallowing everything
Cigarette to the wrist
Just a newer scar
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmGwy986F7g
Comments/suggestions appreciated. The actual music starts about 2 minutes in. And for those wondering, the "that's so sad" comment comes after my mic fell and was just getting dragged pathetically across the floor. Also, the "L" comment is about a giant L hanging from the ceiling (in the words "Truman Live") that kept swinging back and forth throughout the entirety of the show. It annoyed me.
So back to the music. Lyrics:
Cigarette to the wrist
Another one of father’s older scars
Flame fed out late as his
Cinders fade into
Dust and dark
Bite my tongue
Hide my blistered hand
Bide my time until morning
I bite my tongue
Clothe the floorboards clean
Rug stained blue
And under slate and stone
Mantle manned in pewter figurines
Her ceramic dreams be sinew and bone
Bite my tongue
Hide my head in hand
Bide my time until morning
I bite my tongue
Choke the words
That feed these flames
Their smoke set deep and
Swallowing everything
Salt my thoughts
Those bitter grains
That sour fields
Swallowing everything
Cigarette to the wrist
Just a newer scar