So Universities over and I'm creatively thinking: What's next: Some people draw, some people paint. I like to piece together music and beats, and occasionally expand them into something else.
Decided to call this one Rising Tides: A series of really nice loops and what do you know! Something new to a song being created. Rap might sound good over the top, but who knows: I"ve saved the project for now and storing it on my drive.
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Well if you don't say it's great no one else will. It's an oddity of life that when I first put this out on Youtube in 2007 it was an instant play. You'd go out come home and 500 people more had watched it with mostly positive comments. I took it down once it received over 6000 plays along with some others I had.
Some years later I tried again, but the general flow of traffic onto Youtube means you're dealing with far more people who actually upload rather than watch these days: So generally even with my meaningless video playing, it's happily at just over 100 views as it stands.
Live is something I've always striven for, but then in terms of what you've done and what you'd wish to do: Are you a big wave surfer? Do you choose only the big waves to surf, surmising you get the opportunity? That's generally been how I think about music being played live. The essence of this song is being yourself along with no one's gonna tell you what I'm going on about!
Anyway, it's up there now for the prosperity of things. We all have a tendency to wish the world away sometimes instead of just saying 'Yeah, I've done that. Why not give it a try!
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And I can be a better sculptor for my own world now it'sgone! Although the tantric days to alter ways prove clearly we're alone. You only hear me when I'm song, that never wants to carry on. The bottles open for a year now that is spun, And If I was aching for a life you call mistaken now it's now done.
A gather reaching for a line a Dala's preaching come Alon. Insight confusion in between the laws of Newton sing-along. He only wants you for his song! And never cares to carry on. Two bottles open for a year now that is one. And if was aching for a life you call mistaken it's done. And were the places that you drove a while to face in, Chaccaron? In Cars to temples that were-places you remembered got along. A faulty test there for a song. In pause to question now, it's gone. A bottle empty but the next one's up and on.
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