My thoughts and out loud thoughts on composition, performance, and many things musical.

Texas, an album, & a finished? string quintet

I have arrived to Texas. And it has only been GREAT so far. Here’s what I’ve accomplished:

1. Spent necessary, great time with a necessary, great person.

2. Recorded some new things and as a result have the final lineup for my forthcoming full-length album. (Planning stages)

3. Designed the booklet for aforementioned album.

4. OFFICIALLY FINISHED my string quartet, “A Man’s Will to a Woman.”  The music, lyrics, and edits are ALL FINISHED. Nope. That’s not true.

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1. I could write for days about the person I spent time with and how those 5 days were probably the best 5 days of my life thus far. Instead, I’ll just post a link to a song, titled, appropriately, “Texas”. –> http://soundcloud.com/joeyoung-2/newer-song-recorded-on-my

2. Another new song I wrote while hanging out on Galveston Beach, titled “Structure and Style.” –> http://soundcloud.com/joeyoung-2/structure-style

3. Here is a sneak preview of the booklet for my album, to come out in later 2012.

4. My favorite musical project that has taken about 1 1/2 years (it was the lyrics that took the longest to write–the music really only took 3-4 months working sporadically), my string quintet, is FINISHED.  All I have to do now is RECORD.  Hopefully that can happen within this year.  I’m sure I’ll end up working with KickStarter.com to fund that.

Roughly 34 minutes in length, here are the finished lyrics to “A Man’s Will to a Woman” for guitar, violin, viola, cello, and double bass:

MOVEMENT 1 – 8:18 min

“He proposed,” she said. I proposed that was fine.
For I’ve taken a liking to wandering free. Steady hand—steady heart: I’m gone.
And on, “Ready, Set, Go,” her heart shot the gun and I ran so far.
And King Russell and I ran the halyards, set sail, manned our ship, pointed north, and fought down ocean’s tides.

In the time that I’ve known her, in the wars that we’ve fought, my hope has diminished. Grown my patience has not.
“ ‘All the girls have a man and the girls I can’t have are the girls who scare me too little to love,’ said the man who had gone blind from falling in love,” said the man with pen in his hand.

“I’m gonna be late ‘cause of you!” her words flooded the room.
And that numbered the days until my final flee. Nervous hand—nervous heart: I’m here.
The door slammed behind her. My voice followed her, “Fare thee well.”
The clock hit the floor and the hour hand stopped, and the branches quit swaying and so did my heart.

In the time that I’ve known her, in the wars that we’ve fought, my hope has diminished. Grown my patience has not.
All the girls have a man and the girls I can’t have are the girls who scare me too little to love.

Tasked to love

So often her tongue’s on fire, and I’m caught up in the flame, and her halo of honey has turned to ash.
And she’s written in brail, and my senses are gone.
Here’s to the towel for taking being thrown in, in stride.
And I’m the guy who sings with his eyes closed, ‘cause I know she’s in the crowd.
And the songs are about her, and she’ll never know.

Or will she know?

Let me know what you’re thinking. Transparency is not your thing.
I know now since my bones are trembling—rain is falling—I’ll hit the light and let the waves rock me back to sleep.
Hush little darling. Don’t say a word.

Don’t say a word.

…Learned the man who had past gone, from falling in love.

“From falling in love…” said the man with his heart in his hand.

MOVEMENT 2 – 11:18 min

It’s all connected as you said. I took your words and heard my own. “Everything is gathered into one.”

Your shadow on my wall: it’s been so long since I’ve been here. The black hole has found its way home.

Everyone has the option of being in control. Grief has stricken yourself more than you know.
You haven’t ruined me. You’ve made me stronger—more aware. But you’ve turned my red heart black, and I’ll not soon get it back.
I told my friends that you would ask questions of the Lord, and when our paths crossed the storm would sure ensue. Then I drank the whiskey that you left me. I called your sister just to cry and she said I “haven’t ruined all the chances left for us.”
Since then you’ve grown though I’ve not seen it.

Another cup will serve me well.

It’s all connected as you said. I took your words and heard my own. “Everything is gathered into one.”
Your shadow on my wall: it’s been so long since I’ve been here. The black hole has found its way home.

MOVEMENT 3 – 8:05 min

The lip that quivered filled the river full of tears as they came screaming down your face:/your brown eyes swollen, newly red, matching your hair and my disgrace./And as shoppers walked on by back to their cars we gave their march a beat with steady yells as I regretted every word/that I poured out. No day has been a day I’ve felt that way, my stomach empty. Though we’d just ate./ And I crushed your jigsaw-puzzled heart into an elixir for our sins. And as you yelled an anthem for my demise, the second storm would surely win.

“How could you?” you repeated like the parking lot was a canyon and your echo bounced back 100 times and pushed me back 100 feet. Before you slammed the door you cried to me the words I heard that turned the color of grey turned the color of storm turned the color of night. “What we had was really good and you ruined it because of stupid shit. You didn’t think of me. I’ve only loved you all this time.” And you sped out in your car while I fell motionless to ground and wiped the tears I took from you from off my face from off my mind.

It’s hard to believe that the world revolves around anything other than the sun. But you would have me see that the axis is your hand and the sun is merely an extension of your voice.
No mixed up drink or shot can move the angst from texting thumbs back safely into head. When I say I’ll call you back it takes the friend to edit me and show me rather I should tell it to the drink.

“It’s time to leave. Have you packed your things?”
“I needn’t much for the trip. I’ve a song or two, a heart for you. What more might I need?
“Two from me took two from you, and two we made too true a love.”
“We’ve each other and the road. We needn’t any anchors.”

“Don’t play games. You scare me too little to love,” said the man who had gone blind from falling in love,” said the man with pen in his hand.

“Don’t play games. You scare me too little to love,” said the man who had gone blind from falling in love,” said the man with pen in his hand.

MOVEMENT 4 – 6:30 min

What if we only end up as acquaintances? What if we aren’t already friends?
We only ever talk about him.
Is all my talking just a lie?
I haven’t any substance—just dancing around points that don’t matter.
We talk about nothing. Why is that so hard?

Could I have missed the conversation? You talked at me. I tried to hear you.

Here is my will. Take what you want. It’s all for you.

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2 responses

  1. where is the audio for A mans will to a woman?

    February 26, 2012 at 2:31 pm

    • I haven’t recorded it yet. It says that in there.

      March 11, 2012 at 7:42 pm

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