Thursday, January 17, 2013

Student Song Rating System Revision Test Run



"The Bends"

Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now, when I need you
Alone on an aeroplane
Fall asleep on against the window pane
My blood will thicken

I need to wash myself again to hide all the dirt and pain
'Cause I'd be scared that there's nothing underneath
But who are my real friends?
Have they all got the bends?
Am I really sinking this low?

My baby's got the bends, oh no
We don't have any real friends, no, no, no

Just lying in the bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen

Where do we go from here?
The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear
And where are you?
They brought in the CIA, the tanks and the whole marines
To blow me away, to blow me sky high

My baby's got the bends
We don't have any real friends

Just lying in the bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen

I wanna live, breathe
I wanna be part of the human race
I wanna live, breathe
I wanna be part of the human race, race, race, race

Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now when I need you?

Monday, December 17, 2012

Top Song List, Defense, and Feedback

Top 10:

  1. 100 Years
  2. Don’t Stop Believing
  3. If I Had a Million Dollars
  4. Somebody That I Used to Know
  5. Hey There Delilah
  6. Imagine
  7. Over the Rainbow
  8. Bohemian Rhapsody
  9. Stairway to Heaven
  10. Sweet Child O’ Mine


Video of Top Choice:

Lyrics to 100 Years:


I'm 15 for a moment
Caught in between 10 and 20
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are
I'm 22 for a moment
She feels better than ever
And we're on fire
Making our way back from Mars
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to lose
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live
I'm 33 for a moment
Still the man, but you see I'm a they
A kid on the way
A family on my mind
I'm 45 for a moment
The sea is high
And I'm heading into a crisis
Chasing the years of my life
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy, Time to lose yourself
Within a morning star
15 I'm all right with you
15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live




Half time goes by
Suddenly you’re wise
Another blink of an eye
67 is gone
The sun is getting high
We're moving on...
I'm 99 for a moment
Dying for just another moment
And I'm just dreaming
Counting the ways to where you are
15 there's still time for you
22 I feel her too
33 you’re on your way
Every day's a new day...
15 there's still time for you
Time to buy and time to choose
Hey 15, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got 100 years to live



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Fiction Assignment

Based on Florence + The Machine's "Dog Days Are Over"

The rumbling below her stopped suddenly; she felt utterly still. Rising, she glided toward the window with rouged cheeks and bright eyes. Happiness hit her like her train on its tracks. Beyond the veiled glass, a forest of ember colored oakes bathed in the sun, rising from behind snow peaked mountains
She ran across the cabin to her parents, sleeping beneath a scratchy counterpain. She shook them violently, then more gently at their protestations. “We’ve made it! We’ escaped!” She was jumping now, waking her brothers and sisters with her joy. Her father waved his hand in a placating gesture. “Sshhhh.” She groaned.
A knock sounded from the reinforced door. The waking children ceased and became the very element of silence. She backed up slowly toward the window, but gasped as her heel toppled the boxes behind her. Sirens blared. “Run!”
She couldn’t remember the last time her heart beat so hard. Shimmering shards of glass blew her to the ground, but she jumped to the girders above her head. From her ledge she watched men in black and black and yellow uniforms swarm below her. Breathing hard through her nose, her eyes searched for the access hatch.
***
Once more off the ground, she fell asleep. her head rested on autumn’s leaves and tribal  dreams. She couldn’t remember how long or how far they had traveled, but the Horsemen always followed. They long ago abandoned their horses, but their charging machines - with lightning in their eyes and thunder in their hearts - were terrifying all the same.
Beyond the ridge, her tribe rested, and her love waited. What tragedy, to be held for him for so long, and longer still! But she had hope, and she still dreamed. The bird in flight, the song in fermata, the train in its tracks. She woke to the buzz of a drone floating through the branches of the next tree. Move, she thought. Now!
A bright blast blazed through her last branch as she jumped to her next arboreal stepping stone. The drone buzzed an order: “Halt! You are an enemy of the Party. You will be vaporized!”
She hesitates as she surveys the surrounding trees. In her sleep the world had changed from the emblazoned autumn eve to a cold and clouded winter morning. She thought of the bird in flight, and before she knew it, she was swinging from barren branch to barren branch. Electric furry radiated anger behind her, but she kept on, humming bird songs. “Halt! Halt!” A blast at her feet. Falling. “Never!” she responded, running between the thinning trees. The horizon was not far off now; not so off as it was from the train, or the station before that, or the burning village from which she ran with adolescent haste.
Lost it, she thinks. The snow of the mountain’s peak burns her bare feet. She wonders why she should attempt to make even an ember of a fire if the snow should burn her so. It would definitely be easier to lie in it’s great white embrace. As the night fades she sees the village in the next valley, lit like the stars clouded by the moon. Memories spark up at the sight of it: the boy, the bounties, the proposals, the joy. She slips into sleep again, but finds the memories transfigured by darkness; the Iron Horses, the brutal men, the conquest with its flags and fires, falling from the sky like rain...
The going gets easy descending the peak. She rolls snow balls across the fields and between the wild farrows. Anticipation rises in her grown body as she retraces her steps on half remembered stones and retraces faces on half forgotten neurons. She loses the iciness of the mountains and falls into the swing of the mountain side’s beauty, bursting with life.
A fallen tree - two. A well and a windmill. The abandoned cabin by the stream - finally! The Willow Marsh! She climbed the last boulder of her trail to gaze on its vast settlement. She imagined she could see the chief’s home at the edge of the lily covered lake, waiting for her jubilant arrival.
But what do you know? She could see it after all - with its slick tan tarps and decorated walls. And her family was right there, waving frantically to her in the distance.
She suppressed a squeal and ran fast as the train that brought her so far. She dreamt dreams for the future, for her plans and hopes.
She didn’t see the drone dropping from the sky. It fell like a teardrop as it whizzed toward the chief’s house. The Horsemen weren’t far behind. Their stampede got caught up in the beat of her heart as she raced to hug her father, her mother, her brothers and sisters. She fell into his arms, and covered him in kisses until he fled to the God-man for his blessing.
He saw the horsemen first. They drove into the village, putrefying the air with their exhaust and burning up the marsh with their hate. They ran again, but they stumbled. At the edge of the marsh her mother gave her a knowing look. “You can’t love and long if you want to survive.”

Song lyrics:
"Dog Days Are Over"


Happiness hit her like a train on a track
Coming towards her stuck still no turning back
She hid around corners and she hid under beds
She killed it with kisses and from it she fled
With every bubble she sank with her drink
And washed it away down the kitchen sink

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your longing behind
You can't carry it with you if you want to survive

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
'Cause here they come

And I never wanted anything from you
Except everything you had and what was left after that too, oh
Happiness hit her like a bullet in the back
Struck from a great height by someone who should know better than that



The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
'Cause here they come

Run fast for your mother, run fast for your father
Run for your children, for your sisters and brothers
Leave all your love and your longing behind
You can't carry it with you if you want to survive

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
Can you hear the horses?
'Cause here they come

The dog days are over
The dog days are done
The horses are coming
So you better run



Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Comparison Essay: "Apartment" & "The Old Apartment"

Matthew Litchfield
November 20, 2012
 A  Poetry of Song

The feeling of nostalgia is often captures most accurately in music. In the case of “Apartment” (Young The Giant), and “The Old Apartment” (Bare Naked Ladies), nostalgia is caught in their respective filters of sadness and anger.
Both songs deal with the dark emotions surrounding buried memories in old apartments. They give a sense of defeat and mourning over failed relationships through their dejected imagery and somber diction. There is a resonance between the songs; in “Apartment” the narrator “hide[s] in a raincoat when things are falling apart,” and in “The Old Apartment” the narrator says there are “broken hearts and broken bones.”  These two passages demonstrate the hurt one can feel when they’re displaced from familiarity through their respective use of figurative emotional and physical brokenness.
Noteworthy are the tonal difference between the two songs. “The Old Apartment” talks about the narrator’s anger, describing his emotions through his actions, as when he “tore the phone out of the wall.” Conversely, “Apartment” shows the narrator’s ‘exile’ from his apartment, and makes use of subtle symbolism of rain to indicate the end of an era. Where “The Old Apartment” expresses the narrator’s anger at his former partner, “Apartment” describes the narrator’s sadness that his relationship has ended.
“Apartment” and “The Old Apartment” share a room filled with painful memories and emotions. The narrators tell their stories and characterize themselves as sad or angry (respectively) by describing how they interact with and remember their old apartments. The old conflicts of their now ended relationships are palpable in their acts of leaving and breaking into these places of their past.


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Thursday, October 25, 2012

Tone Analysis - "Racist Friend" by They Might Be Giants

"Racist Friend" | They Might Be Giants
This is where the party ends
I can't stand here listening to you
And your racist friend
I know politics bore you
But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you
And your racist friend

 It was the loveliest party that I've ever attended
If anything was broken I'm sure it could be mended
My head can't tolerate this bobbing and pretending
Listen to some bullet-head and the madness that he's saying
This is where the party ends
I'll just sit here wondering how you
Can stand by your racist friend
I know politics bore you
But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you
You and your racist friend
This is where the party ends
I can't stand here listening to you
And your racist friend
I know politics bore you
But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you
And your racist friend

 Out from the kitchen to the bedroom to the hallway
Your friend apologizes, he could see it my way
He let the contents of the bottle do the thinking
Can't shake the devil's hand and say you're only kidding
This is where the party ends I can't stand here listening to you
And your racist friend
I know politics bore you
But I feel like a hypocrite talking to you
And your racist friend

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Analysis of "Go On, Say It"

Go On, Say It
Blind Pilot



picking up sound on the inner state
high in my breath
letting in waste
there will be time when the sleep I'm in
covers me cold
covers me thin

I know I wake up
forgetting which box this is in
how I will keep you
just how I left you
my daughter once told me I know a lot
now I'm strutting off with more than I've got
a hitchhiker told me I don't talk a lot
made me feel fine
made me quiet

if you had said it right
instead of praying to us why
how I will keep you
just how I left you

come on, say it right (x8)


Friday, September 21, 2012

Soundtrack of My Life

Here is the VoiceThread for my Soundtrack of My Life presentation. Read, listen, and comment!

Theme Genre Declaration

Conflict in Alternative Music

The basic principle of a story is that there is conflict going on between two opposing forces. In music, the singers tell their individual stories through their lyrics. I choose to make conflict my theme because I believe it is not something to be avoided, but something to be embraced as a part of a complete, meaningful story. With this in mind, I chose to make my genre alternative music. Alternative music encompasses an eclectic group of artists and songs, which reflects my personal tastes. Alternative artists are not often well know or well established, and may include music from other genres (notably rock).