QUOTE (Ramiro Delforte @ Aug 13 2008, 05:10 AM)
I want to add something.
Music it's a language like is painting or cinema. And a language is about communication, so you can think about a mood or and action, something like racing with a car through a highway (like some of Satriani's songs do) and after you have that action/mood you can try to put it into music.
Try listening operas to understand this concept. In that way you'll see that the music is a reflexion of the text. Then try it to picture it with music that doesn't have text.
I hope you find it usefull.
Well, I have the mood I want to make music for, and the problem is that in my mind, I want that piece of music to be the most perfect music ever...
It's a concept me and a friend started working on ages ago. I have written music for it once, but I want to re-write it, but... I can't! Haha..
"Morning Horizon"
- January
Twelve, the number where everything must start
New years eve, forced december to depart
Now all lies in white, still the holiness endures
Innocence and peace, the nights fallen snow..
Will surely pursue.
"Forest"
- February
Eleven, the season where sun shows its face
Quietly, it lingers, over winters pale embrace
Casting silent shadows, over the trees dressed in white
As whispers from above, speak of will and silent might
Soon the snow will fade, and green is to foresee
Gentle lillies break the ground, and to the sun, vow their playful creed
"Manifest of Sun"
- March
Ten, and everything after will begin
Snow, thus hereby ends, and the birds start to sing
Coming of warmth, of hope - of joy
Sun-soaked soil, has winters overtake destroyed
Cheeping and chirping, with april lurking
Darkness slowly fades, and its bitterness blurring
Coming of a New Age
- April
"Nine, dressed in springfall's gown
Came flying through the blooming grounds
"Forth, come summer, and join me!
Let's make dream and day unite!"
With easter past, thus solstice next
Did april take it's turn, perplexed
"Finally"
- May
Eight, and the message of spring arrived
and with hope of heart, and heart at stake
did May break through, to reflect in every lake -
Forest and beach, everything in reach - deprived
was cold, hunger - hurt and strife
Finally cut, by summer's knife
"Beauty Regained"
- June
And so came seven, and seven won
The kindness of tomorrow's bonds
Hand in hand, with spring united
Through earth, wind, and fire - lighted,
in every heart, and every soul
As summer ran it's wishful role!
"Heat of The Moment"
- July
And fire burned, as the pages turned
The gentle breeze over once troubled waters, yearned
To cast its face upon the Earth
To seize the day, and to it give birth
As She danced over the fields of green
The green, that winter had foreseen..
"Second Coming"
- August
Blindly, five merely slept away
Barely listening to what the wind had to say
"Now this is purity - this is truth!"
It whispered softly, through august's youth
"Enjoy it while here, but beware of the season
As not even you can depart from autumn's treason."
"Truth"
- September
Four still dreamed, when the clouds started to settle
As they shadowed the sun, and the rain fell bitter but gentle
Finally awake, the wind tore its turn
As deep within, the loss of summer burned
"Slept through seeping of suresome virtue,
Tranquillity through denial, truth finally bursts through"
"Departure"
- October
Redly shades on yellow fascades
hurt brought Three through its mourning days
As the pale sun, in pale'r sky of spoke:
"Leave now, this shattered scene unbroke"
While the haunting beauty; falling leaves showered the fields;
a fading funeral portrait, where sorrow yields
"Void"
- November
Drained of life, two started to die
the withering beauty of october, deprived
Still thicker clouds, paving the dying fields in black
death finally arrived, to set in the last attack
With november fading, the last sight is clear
Barren lands, where life once thrived - life that lives no longer here
"Paradise.. Lost?"
- December
When all is lost, and time stands still
One thing is to remember, still
As the heavens cries its tears of white
To once gain make balance unite
"As to be warmth, there must be cold"
Once again, to shape the Earthly mold
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