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Thoughts into Music, Lyric onto Paper – My Outlet

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So, everyone needs an outlet, right? A way to express themselves. A way to tell someone or something what’s on their mind, or a way to calm down, or a way to be oneself, especially after a long day. How one can (corniness alert) express what’s on your mind in a way words can never explain. A magic remedy. I know people who draw, or play an instrument, or something like that, and that’s their magical potion.

And me?

I may dance when angry, write when flustered and sing when sad, but none of them beat this:

I love writing songs. I’ve been doing it since I was 2. At that point, of course, it was just a bunch of gibberish where the only audible words were “riding in a playground”, but hey. The tune was catchy… ish. Just enough to sound presentable to other gobbledygook-speaking babies.

The second song, with real words this time, was written when I was seven. Something about the Sun rising in the east and setting in the west. Despite being ridiculous, it did help me to better envision the rotation of the Sun when I had to. It saved my Science test once. So, even though it’s the worst song in the history of songs, it’s my favourite, not only because it rescued my marks, but also because it began the stream of self-written songs that were in tangible language.

Next came the song with a ridiculous line. I myself have no idea what on earth could have possessed me to write “And I’ve heard that home is where the heart is, but right now the only place my heart is in is in my chest”. I know. Epically awful.

Soon it was more songs with senseless words and repetitive tunes where the chorus only appeared once. After that it was crazy songs that went out of time and key in random places. The words were always fine, but the melody always sounded like every other song out there. Typical lame tunes.

Then I got a guitar, and finally my rhythm shaped up. All emo songs of course, full of funny emotions that seemed too old for me. What I began to notice was that all my songs were sad songs. The only happy song I had at the time was my first nice song, that ran along the lines of love.

This is paradise

I’m in paradise

Whenever I see you smile at me

It’s paradise

I tell you, I didn’t even understand what I was writing about!

A while after that, my songs took a turn for the more negative. I had the most depressing songs anyone could’ve imagined! And still no sign of a happy song anywhere, by the way. At least they made sense (to other strange people).

And finally, last year… Bingo! A happy song! Yipee!

Since last year, actually, my songs began to sound more original. They were more balanced; not too sad, not too sappy.

What do I use to write songs? In the beginning (not the heavens or the earth), it was just vocals and a good memory. When I learned the piano, I still couldn’t play a tune I liked on it. And then (choir of angels, please) I got a guitar! I could then play my own songs and compose them properly. And soon I began writing with the piano (cue round of applause) too. Unfortunately my memory got a tad bad and I started forgetting my tune. My phone didn’t (and still doesn’t) have a recorder, so I use my mom’s phone to record whatever awesome tune I come up with.

I write songs because I love to. It’s my favourite way to express myself. When I’m too frustrated to write in my diary, I take it all out on a music score. I pour my heart out onto paper (it’s more patient than people). Every time something bad happens, I close my eyes and whisper to myself, “I’ll write a song about this later”. After a rough and long day, you can see me scribbling away at a piece of paper. Writing songs helps me to sort through my emotions and discover what I’m really feeling when I’m confused. It releases my stress and makes me feel a whole lot better in the end.

So what about you? What’s your outlet?

Old Music vs New Music

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If you haven’t already noticed, I am completely, profoundly and immensely addicted to music. I’m so immersed in the world of singing and dancing and pianos and guitars that I don’t think I’ll ever get out of it.

And how do I conquer this addiction?

Simple. I don’t.

I grew up listening to the radio to fall asleep, belting out old-fashioned songs that I learned from my father, and completely oblivious to “modern” songs. Plus, I learned them all completely off-key! It wasn’t until I was older that I discovered that not all songs sounded fresh out of the 80’s and that I had learned all songs from a tone-deaf person!

Since then, though, I’ve fallen completely in love with music. I sang day and night (annoying many as I went), everything from the Bee Gees to Katy Perry; and anything from David Gates to Linkin Park. I took up piano and guitar and performed where I could.

Lately, I’ve come across more old songs and I find that they are far more beautiful than the disposable, overrated ones we hear, blasting on the radio, today. They were sung by performers who actually could sing, all with wonderful voices. Unlike today, where half, if not most, of the singers sing with their voices autotuned and overproduced, singing the same note for most of the song, and even more often, the same phrase.

But that hasn’t stopped me singing “Like a G6, like a G6, n-now-now-now I’m feeling so fly like a G6” non-stop at thetop of my voice!

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Coz unfortunately, when one is addicted to music, any kind of music is awesome.

The title is really inappropriate… I think I should change it to “Why I Love New Music Even If Old Music Is Awesome”.

Oh well, lazy…

Gonna go sing annoyingly repetitive and monotonous songs now! Bye…

Lessons From Lyrics 2

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And I’m back again with more lyrics! What do you expect from a music-crazy fanatic like me?

This time I’m going to write about a little-known but awesome song. It’s called “Stepping Stone” by Duffy. Truly beautiful song. It actually made me cry the first time I heard it a couple (or more) years back.

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I remember way back, way back when
I said I never wanna see your face again
Cause you were loving, yes, you’re loving somebody else
And I knew, oh yes, I knew I couldn’t control myself
And now they bring you back into my life again
And so I put on a face just like your friend’s
But I think you know, oh yes, you know whats going on
Cause the feelings in me, oh ye,s in me are burning strong

But I will never be your stepping stone
Take it all or leave me alone
I will never be your stepping stone
I’m standing upright on my own

You used to call me up from time to time
And it would be so hard for me not to cross the line
The words of love lay on my lips just like a curse
And I knew, oh yes, I knew they’d only make it worse
And now you have the nerve to play along
Just like the maestro beats in a song
You got your kicks, you get your kicks from playing me
And the less you give the more I want so foolishly

But I will never be your stepping stone
Take it all or leave me alone
I will never be your stepping stone
I’m standing upright on my own

No I will never be your stepping stone
Take it all or leave me alone
I will never be your stepping stone
I’m standing upright on my own

Never be your stepping stone
Take it all or leave me alone
I will never be your stepping stone
I’m standing upright on my own

So honestly, everyone, let me tell you this: Don’t ever be a doormat. Don’t be anybody’s stepping stone. It’s not right.
And a real friend wouldn’t step all over you anyway.

‘Nuff said.

The Funny Thing About Music

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I love writing.

It’s not a secret, really. I’ve told stories that I make up as I go along in my younger years, and I’ve written many a tale since then; just weaving the words together gives me a satisfaction of some sort.

When I got my first guitar, I discovered a new way to express myself – through songs. I began to compose my own songs. The first few were pretty meaningless and now when I look back on them I laugh out loud. The next ones were where I experimented, trying to create the same types of songs I heard on the radio. Strange, writing about love when I didn’t even understand it yet.

Then I discovered the real beauty of songwriting. You know, expressing your deepest thoughts onto a page and putting a melody to it. Music (sorry for the corny, cheesy line) is what feelings sound like.

It’s funny. When we’re upset, whether we like music or not, we tend to listen to songs hat describe how we feel right at that point of time. Rarely have I found someone who, when feeling sad, puts on a happy song. Nope, they’ll sing their hearts out to one equally depressing. And no one in their right mind puts on “Hurt” by Johnny Cash when they’re up on top of the world. I mean, I know I definitely wouldn’t listen to “All By Myself” when I’ve just scored straight A’s on an exam. Not intentionally anyway.

That’s the strangeness of music, the way it can sort of comfort you in a way no one else can. When you’re pissed at life we’d listen to someone like Eminem. When you’ve been dumped you’d listen to a Taylor Swift song… which you might also listen to when you’re lovestruck.  And if you’re in need of some encouragement, you might listen to “Not Afraid”. But okay, enough with the examples. Now I’m just gonna put on my fave song and turn up the volume, and leave you with this thought…

Words make you think a thought. Music makes you feel a feeling. A song makes you feel a thought.

~ E. Y. Harburg

Ciao!

Lessons From Lyrics

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Hey all, it’s me again writing from who knows where. One of my friends posted the lyric of a song as her FB status once, and curious as to what the song was, I googled it and discovered it was Mean by Taylor Swift, which goes as follows…

You, with your words like knives, and swords and weapons that you use
against me,
You, have knocked me off my feet again, got me feeling like a nothing,
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard calling me out when I’m
wounded,
You, picking on the weaker man.

Well you can take me down with just one single blow, But you don’t
know what you don’t know.

Someday, I’ll be living in a big ol’ city,
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.
Someday, I’ll be big enough so that you can’t hit me,
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.
Why you gotta be so mean?

You, with your switching sides and your wildfire lies and your
humiliation,
You, have pointed out my flaws again, as if I don’t already see them,
I walk with my head down trying to block you out ’cause I’ll never impress
you,
I just wanna feel okay again.

I’ll bet you got pushed around, somebody made you cold,
But the cycle ends right now ’cause you can’t lead me down that road.
But you don’t know what you don’t know.

Someday, I’ll be living in a big ol’ city,
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.
Someday, I’ll be big enough so that you can’t hit me,
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.
Why you gotta be so mean?

And I can see you years from now in a bar talking over a football game,
With that same big loud opinion but nobody’s listening,
Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things,
Drunk and rumbling on about how I can’t sing,
But all you are is mean.
All you are is mean, and a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life and mean.
And mean, and mean, and mean.

But someday, I’ll be living in a big ol’ city,
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.
Yeah, yeah.
Someday, I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me,
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.
Why you gotta be so mean?

Someday, I’ll be living in a big ol’ city,
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.
Someday, I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me,
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.
Why you gotta be so mean?

Lyrics found at : http://www.elyrics.net/read/t/taylor-swift-lyrics/mean-lyrics.html

Ok, honestly, I find that somehow this song really relates to me. Let’s be honest, how many Taylor Swift songs don’t relate to teenage girls? XD

The thing is, a lot of people are gonna knock you down in life. The trick is getting back up. I’m not saying it ain’t gonna bother you or piss you off. I’m saying that’s them, not you. They don’t control your life, you do. So the hell with them, eh?

Rock On!

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Lately my friends and I have been on edge waiting for the premier of Camp Rock 2. Although I seldom visit Disney Channel, or any of the kids channels for that matter, I myself am very excited for its debut. We’re so excited for it, already jamming to “It’s On” and singing our hearts out to every line we can remember from ads and previews.

Is it surprising that I have a huge interest in this musical phenomenon? Not really. My friends and I have an extended history dealing with Camp Rock. It does bring back memories of earlier, more innocent (somewhat) days. Firstly, one of us watched it online before it even started showing in humble Malaysia and passed on its CD to us, so many of us got to see it early.

Secondly, in our final year of Primary School, we danced to “Start the Party”, one of the awesome tracks from the movie, during our Grad Night. Admittedly, the dance lacked that “oomph”, but with all the support we didn’t notice that! A couple of my friends also auditioned for the same night with another one of the Camp Rock songs, though it didn’t push through.

My best friend is also crazy over Nick Jonas, and since he’ll be in the movie on a bigger scheme, we’re all equally jumpy for her! The Jonas Brothers were my first favourite teen boy band at the time when they first appeared from almost nowhere in a Hannah Montana concert. I also happen to be a Demi Lovato fan.

Can’t wait for it to show here! I’m so gonna be watching it that September Sunday. Just as a reminder for my Standard 6 days. Sigh, good times, good times…

“Hey, remember when…”