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

{ Cincinnati Rail Tie }

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pospreterito: kneeling, black-clad man holding a woman in a lake red dress' hand ({relationships} ..i will do what you ask)
wrote a song. somehow despite it being 1:30am and full of blaring music, me full of headache and possibly slightly inebriated, i woke up this morning and the tune still worked.

did you know i only do optimism when i'm angry? i used to be a natural pessimist but now i am fucking furious so to spite all you hopeless misanthropists i am sure as hell that everything is going to be all right.

with thanks to actual person 084 and horse ebooks we present a song about the cartographer and the king bearing the title of:

defeating entropy with love and a fistful of nuclear warheads: the memory, the motion picture (it twines around your throat to whisper remix)

otherwise known as 'the teeth song'. )

EDIT:
[teeth song] demo by Al & the Dark Materials
pospreterito: "THAT BOY IS A MONSTER" across a young man's shoulders ({personal} ..ph your circuit's dead)
non-polished recording being a distinctly guilty pleasure (not to mention i did this with a pair of earbuds), but god damn it, rika said it was okay.

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. )

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Apr. 6th, 2012 06:07 pm
pospreterito: reads "saint stephen [the city without maps]" ({stories} ..saint stephen with a rose)
out of the thirty-one 31_days january prompts i picked up half an age (four months and six days) ago,
  • twelve now belong to plenipotentiary, a Long Thing about how ciel noline became the aleph and cosma noline got her eyes, which for the purposes of our mathematics here is a separate thing
  • of the remaining nineteen,
    • twelve have been written
    • seven have not been written
      • three belong to a three-part thing on how arcturus met sam
      • and four are planned and separate.

eleven of the ones that have been written are up on the intarwebs, because i am an excellent host and have been trying to post them in chronological (prompt list) order (as opposed to chronological story order, they aren't in that).

when i finish writing and posting the seven remaining there will be an index! of the twelve that have been written, one was finished and two were done from scratch today, so this may or may not take long depending on how much i'm trying to avoid the dreaded SATs.

so this is as good a time as any for a roundup.

things that are on copretérito that you could totally go read right now:



hey, remember when i said i was going to do monthly roundup posts? (roll laugh track, credits)
pospreterito: two clasped hands; words: "THE DECEMBERISTS" ({music} ..decemberists feeling 'round)
scott and i did this; your argument is invalid.

pospreterito: kneeling, black-clad man holding a woman in a lake red dress' hand ({music} ..indelicates and swore undying)

[community profile] antepreterito for fanfiction, apparently.



i hope i don't have any more Bright Ideas wrt spinoff journals because i think i've run out of pretérito-related tenses.