The Scene of the Crime

and let's unveil your greatest alibi
as I watch you return to the scene of the crime
let's ask all your witnesses that will swear
that you were somewhere else that night
and I will stay awake and mine eyes won't rest,
I'll seek out the clues, may my efforts be blessed
I'll follow the trails till I find all the proof that I need
to relieve this ache from my chest

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pospreterito: young man in black with a red tie against a red wall (Default)
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pospreterito: a scattered pile of papers and drawings ({process} ..ar elegance and thought)
as long as actually explaining and indexing poetry and songs is something i seem to be doing these days:
  • i organise songs i write mostly by theme. this has resulted in having a rough idea of three things that will be albums as soon as i finish writing them.

  • since i am me, they are all of course being written simultaneously (by "written simultaneously" we may mean "being left for dead for ten months out of the year or more, but together!")

  • this actually started as a way to tell apart songs i was writing for the rock opera the short and graceless life of miranda clay from songs i wasn't
so now we have:
  1. The Short and Graceless Life of Miranda Clay, a rock opera about a legally blind girl who dies in a car crash and her kind of terrible friends and acquaintances and hallucinating bereaved girlfriend and how they get themselves killed or ruined or out of the whole mess

  2. Simon Says, an album in practice about reference jokes (it is where things like "i wrote an overqualified + a series of unfortunate events crossover as an allegory for the stages of mitosis" and "MOOOOM DOC SCRATCH WON'T GET OUT OF MY NARRATION MOM MAKE HIM STOOOP" go, and yes, i am not making either of these up, these are both legit songs i have written and am more or less pleased with, help) and in theory about the end of the world (hay simon haaaaaaaay) whether apocalyptic-scale or personal (or my favourite, both!)

  3. [citation needed], an album about... things that aren't simon says, the way ss was about things that weren't TSGLMC. tentative theme is "optimistic futures, also religion", which is a bad approximation of an impression you can kind of only get in my head by flinging the people's key at automatic over and over again.
so because i've never done so before, i went through two years' worth of month-by-month writing folders and pulled up everything that looked songish. APPROXIMATE TRACKLISTS AHOY.

this is going to be long.

because the things i do make sense. )
pospreterito: reads "saint stephen [the city without maps]" ({stories} ..saint stephen with a rose)

03/07/2012

form: villanelle
meter: iambic heptameter. i think.
why: i was bored, angry, and lonely
success rate: uh okay...? i mean, i wrote it to have a villanelle i can sing ("the one i can sing.txt") and built the tune around a your mom crack i made at an episode of supernatural and then didn't even use the rest of the line, s... o...
weird title? Y oh my god sufjan stevens when did you start doing titles for me cut it out i can do it myself

When Your Loved Ones Flinch At The Name Of God


'written in a block-breaking stupor from 00:05 to 00:26' say my notes )


08/07/2012

form: sestina
meter: iambic tetrameter
why: i was bored, angry, and lonely
success rate: sure why not (not sure what i think of it, but I WROTE A SESTINA, BOW DOWN, basically)
weird title? Y, but informs rest of poem

I've never liked Job


while coming up with the six words: 'god this is horrible i hate you all hm mm what is this, a conman being reprimanded? Hmm mm mm' )


09/07/2012

form: terzanelle
meter: reverse iambic hexameter
why: i was bored, angry, and lonely
success rate: it didn't end up conveying quite what i wanted it to. admittedly, what i wanted it to may have been overly complicated, seeing as i can't seem to explain it in anything less obtuse than... dresden files metaphors... good example of why i shouldn't be allowed to write personal poetry, can't do that thing and god knows how obersy et al manage it.
weird title? Y

"What are you going to major in?"
------------------- Or ----------------------
If the World Wins Out


you must have some idea )


22/07/2012

form: english sonnet seven couplets because someone got the rhyme scheme for a sonnet wrong
meter: iambic pentameter
why: i was bored, angry, and lonely
success rate: ??? i started with a tweet of david malki!'s and got a distraction. win...?
weird title? Y (however, the titles not in capslock don't count, they're more notes-to-self, but they're at the top of the page so here you go)

OPTIMISM
(when the lights go out I'll still believe in you; come hell or high water I'm not going into politics; with thanks to Alan Turing and Ada Lovelace)


rewritten so many times, but it took my mind off of trouble i got my own self into by having the emotional range of a teaspoon and the maturity level of my enemies divided by each other )
pospreterito: 'ifupdown' in two fonts (black on black, pink on black) ({stories} ..ifupdown)
in retrospect i am pretty happy with 1025 being called 1025 (love will tear us apart), actually. it's more empathy will tear us apart, or possibly misplaced human decency will tear us apart, or indeed this omniscient asshole will definitely tear us apart, but as symbolism -- even if i nabbed the line from the evelyn evelyn cover, eheh -- i feel it works.

(1025, for those of you just coming in, is one of the two songs on simon says that is actually flagrant homestuck fanfiction disguised as something with meaning. that's the theme of simon says, flagrant in-jokes disguised as something with meaning: see also IPMAT, biology mnemonics disguised as the song version of a softer world; sprechen sie englisch?, a song about the handmaid that got us "is it about the holocaust?" from l; the queen is from, an allegory based entirely on david koresh superstar; citrus, which i wrote to be the backbone for indelicates fanfiction for god's sake; etc. the other theme is apocalypses!)

one time (february 12, 2012, actually) i sang 1025 at my dad and he thought it was a mountain goats song.

the lyrics are as follows: )

and, yeah, the only reason i posted this was because i realised saying i possess Feelings about one stanza without context didn't work

(oh, and i just checked, and the verse/stanza distinction i was raised with was correct, if by this point practically deprecated; i enjoy apocryphal anachronistic accuracy the very very best, so)

so now that you know the song, what i was going 'siiigh yeah okay that's decent' about was twice-damned child, you have not been / trying very hard, have you? / oh, and if you fall behind, / i can't imagine what i'll do

which has, if anything, echoes of the kind of thing i heard all the time, back when i had religion.

so.