| Nightworld |    |
This started from a noodle, then I tried to write it out onto FL, it sounds so much different to what I played on acoustic guitar. Maybe that could be another track with a similar theme.
Anyways, the song has spoken words to accompany the piano, but they're not in yet. But here they are anyways, so you can read while listening (I think it might be my inner philosopher trying to escape).
Nightworld:
Welcome to my world. Where words are merely an expression. Where your physical and mental existence are one, the same, and everything else that is you. There is nothing black, and nothing white. We live on an infinite spectrum of grey. We sit on the darkest side of the moon and exhale the deadly fumes of the real world. Time. What is time? Is time the money lost upon arriving late for work? Is time the thoughts that enter your mind while waiting for water to boil? No. Time is a word. Just a word, a category for the devices that define life. But that's it. Words are the creation of understanding of how we came to be. In a sense, we created these words to understand our own creations. In a sense, man is man's own God. And time is proof of our existence. Time does not escape me, time becomes me. Welcome to my world. Yes this is the place where you can truly be yourself. No judging. No character based on what you think others might possibly be thinking. Yes, this is the place where you are free. You are free from guilt, free from conscience, free from discrimination. Everyone is equals, there is no better or worse, no significant other. In essence, nothing of what you assume to be life. But there is still life. How can this be? Your perception was jaded. Now... Welcome to my world.
This was my attempt at capturing something surreal in the sound and transferring that into words.
Cheers, hope you enjoy.
WB
Anyways, the song has spoken words to accompany the piano, but they're not in yet. But here they are anyways, so you can read while listening (I think it might be my inner philosopher trying to escape).
Nightworld:
Welcome to my world. Where words are merely an expression. Where your physical and mental existence are one, the same, and everything else that is you. There is nothing black, and nothing white. We live on an infinite spectrum of grey. We sit on the darkest side of the moon and exhale the deadly fumes of the real world. Time. What is time? Is time the money lost upon arriving late for work? Is time the thoughts that enter your mind while waiting for water to boil? No. Time is a word. Just a word, a category for the devices that define life. But that's it. Words are the creation of understanding of how we came to be. In a sense, we created these words to understand our own creations. In a sense, man is man's own God. And time is proof of our existence. Time does not escape me, time becomes me. Welcome to my world. Yes this is the place where you can truly be yourself. No judging. No character based on what you think others might possibly be thinking. Yes, this is the place where you are free. You are free from guilt, free from conscience, free from discrimination. Everyone is equals, there is no better or worse, no significant other. In essence, nothing of what you assume to be life. But there is still life. How can this be? Your perception was jaded. Now... Welcome to my world.
This was my attempt at capturing something surreal in the sound and transferring that into words.
Cheers, hope you enjoy.
WB
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