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Incarnation 2.03: Flying Cars

Posted in dreams, incarnations, memory, nostalgia, time with tags , , , , , , , , on 2013-04-11 by Your First Lover

when i was young, we were promised flying cars. the future was going to be so very bright. glossy mags promised a better world for the new generation; world full of prospering nations, working together to fly through space and bring about a new golden age of technology and welfare.

that world has not come yet. but we can still keep dreaming, and feeling nostalgic for the high hopes of our lost childhood.

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Incarnation 2.02: Holograms

Posted in incarnations, love through the ages, memory, time with tags , , , , , , , , on 2012-08-28 by Your First Lover

explode brighter than a thousand stars in the night sky. rend the universe. create a new rainbow of our feelings, as we step onto this new existence. i have come to share a new beginning with you. no more ends. we will have things perfect, like we could not before. this is my new promise to you. we don’t have to stay here anymore. we are moving beyond.

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here we are
one step closer to the future
here we stand
fading away to particles
technology
we can cleanly sew up the sutures
philosophy
we can document and article our memories

illusory
we’re only artificial intelligence
holograms
however, we lack the tangible evidence
cul de sac
a dead end with wires crossed
baby got back
but baby got no physical presence; she’s lost…

disembodied
just a ghost in the shell of a man
a hologram
a virtual unreality on the lam
hopelessly lost
drifting aimlessly through the ether
another home run, another grand slam
for the future fictitious features

here we are
one step closer to the future
here we stand
fading away to nothingness
anthropology
we can clearly see the picture
psychology
we can’t blame ourselves for that.

Incarnation 2.01: Chrysalis

Posted in incarnations, love through the ages, time with tags , , , , , , on 2012-08-28 by Your First Lover

make me fall in love with you. for the first time. all over again. i am [re]born out of this cocoon. you are me.

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one, two, three, four
flick the switch
butterfly hatch
from the chrysalis
i was reborn for
the forty-first time
from a lesser metaphor
and god’s a lie

caterpillar spins
the last cocoon
encased in the chrysalis
much too soon
life’s too short
to stay so still
evolution moves in
for the kill

one, two, three, four
jump on the bed
don’t even worry
’bout bumpin’ your head
taking the fall
is part of the play
if you take no risk
you make no pay

i don’t bite
and i’m not spitting at you
trust me, i’ve got
better things to do
i don’t know swag
and never heard you scene
truly, i don’t
even know what it means

one, two, three, four
kick the ball
butterfly fly
from pupa to fall
i caught four
up in my net
let three go
and kept the fourth as a pet

as a species
we like to applaud
both our hubris
and our god
but life’s too short
for blind faith hearts
i’d rather embrace
your body parts

one, two, three, four
come and get me
i’m not your pet
but i like when you pet me
try too hard
and i return in kind
the harder the better
in my mind

just like a young
bonnie prince billy
my words are your lungs
but the rhymes are silly
life’s too short
for the easy way out
i’m never gonna get
the sleazy payout

one, two, three, four
cut the lights
bite your lip
zipper tight
cut up hard
across the floor
i was reborn
to love you some more

Incarnation 1.14: The Renaissance

Posted in incarnations, love through the ages, memory, nostalgia with tags , , , , , , , on 2009-08-04 by Your First Lover

i thought that without you, it would be the end. the end of everything. in fact, i hoped that it would be the end of everything. i no longer wanted to see and feel, to hope and dream.

but it was not the end. a rebirth was occurring, all over the land, in every country, in every town and city, in every chapel and basilica, in every castle and mansion, in every home, every kitchen and parlour…

it was as though the whole world had been betrayed, and then stood up, brushed itself off collectively, and thumbed its nose at any who would defy its ingenuity and endurance; laughed in the face of all who would question its superior survival skills.

i thrived in this new time. i created so much beautiful art and music. people adored my beautiful work, and thus they adored me. i was known and loved for my talents, by all the richest and most powerful families; i was cherished by my patrons, and coveted by their enemies. i was inspired and inspiring. it was my betrayal that inspired me, my duplicity and veneer that made me inspiring. despite – or maybe because of – all my riches, i felt like a shell.

sometimes others can say it better (how we feel at these times, on top of the world but as low as we can get):

i’m giving in to a greater sensation
i’m giving it all tonight
i’m in it for the duration
And you’re gonna give it all tonight

and i know you want me
i know you need me
i know i can win it in one
i know you’ll give me
i know you’ll have me
i’m done and coming undone

and you’ll love me the way you love me
when you’re under my cover
You’ll have me the way you have me
and i’ll call you lover

and I’m hedging my bets
and taking a fall
i’ll throw up my arms
and risk it all

Incarnation 1.14: The Renaissance