Tuesday, December 30, 2003
Leaving for the Ocean.
Yup, we're leaving for the 12 apostles in 2 hours. Thought I might just leave this up here for a while. This is a track I did in my home studio in North Fitzroy about 9 months ago. Some people may have heard it before but I'll just put it on again.
So, here's a raw (in the works) version of Only Human. New window will open on click. Requires Quicktime. TURN IT UPPP!!!!
And here are the lyrics (copyrighted)...
ONLY HUMAN
it's another day of pointing fingers
we get up to find our situational ethics
are not enough to bring us home
back to arms of those we truly love
change the meaning of the walls you built
change the way you put that smirk on your smile
make no mistake, no, not a noise about this leap of faith
i'll jump with you
you're only human, when you start to fall like this
you're only human, when it starts to pour like this
you're only predictable
what is wrong to change the name of the game
it doesn't always have to lead to shame of fame
while you're in between, you're feeling ugly and you're running low
try not to take the easy way out
try not to take the easy way out
you're only human when you start to fall like this
you're only human, when it starts to pour like this
you're only human...
tell everyone about it!
chucKie
Yup, we're leaving for the 12 apostles in 2 hours. Thought I might just leave this up here for a while. This is a track I did in my home studio in North Fitzroy about 9 months ago. Some people may have heard it before but I'll just put it on again.
So, here's a raw (in the works) version of Only Human. New window will open on click. Requires Quicktime. TURN IT UPPP!!!!
And here are the lyrics (copyrighted)...
ONLY HUMAN
it's another day of pointing fingers
we get up to find our situational ethics
are not enough to bring us home
back to arms of those we truly love
change the meaning of the walls you built
change the way you put that smirk on your smile
make no mistake, no, not a noise about this leap of faith
i'll jump with you
you're only human, when you start to fall like this
you're only human, when it starts to pour like this
you're only predictable
what is wrong to change the name of the game
it doesn't always have to lead to shame of fame
while you're in between, you're feeling ugly and you're running low
try not to take the easy way out
try not to take the easy way out
you're only human when you start to fall like this
you're only human, when it starts to pour like this
you're only human...
tell everyone about it!
chucKie
Maintenance
When you grow a little older into the region of, say, 30, do things naturally have to break down?
Like I woke up with a stiff neck three days ago and it's still giving me the sticks. It hurts like I sprained it. Now even sleeping is a form of extreme sport.
Be healed!
We should be heading out to Great Ocean Road in a couple of hours. Sounds like fun ay? Need to so get out of here. But there's a few bills to take care of before I leave. Sigh, living means paying. Like nothing ever is free. Soon you'll have to start paying rent for the air you breathe and I suspect we might already be doing that.
I want to live in plenty! Argh! There's nothing wrong with that cos there's every bit wrong and flawed with having to live in want and need all the time. It's time something drastic took place. The kingdom will be won by violent men.
Browsed through Performing Songwriter at Borders today and realised how out of touch I've been. Made me want to make that phone call to book myself into the roster at the sound desk this sunday. I'm making it sound like it's a form of therapy. Well I am so angry that I want to do something right now. Think it will really start. I have to be responsible for myself. This year my foot is in the door, no matter what.
Got home today and received a late Christmas card and it was from Ian & Gill. The words that came with the card made my day. Yes, this is going to be MY year. Great things are going to happen because I have triumphed over many deadly challenges this year.
chucKie
When you grow a little older into the region of, say, 30, do things naturally have to break down?
Like I woke up with a stiff neck three days ago and it's still giving me the sticks. It hurts like I sprained it. Now even sleeping is a form of extreme sport.
Be healed!
We should be heading out to Great Ocean Road in a couple of hours. Sounds like fun ay? Need to so get out of here. But there's a few bills to take care of before I leave. Sigh, living means paying. Like nothing ever is free. Soon you'll have to start paying rent for the air you breathe and I suspect we might already be doing that.
I want to live in plenty! Argh! There's nothing wrong with that cos there's every bit wrong and flawed with having to live in want and need all the time. It's time something drastic took place. The kingdom will be won by violent men.
Browsed through Performing Songwriter at Borders today and realised how out of touch I've been. Made me want to make that phone call to book myself into the roster at the sound desk this sunday. I'm making it sound like it's a form of therapy. Well I am so angry that I want to do something right now. Think it will really start. I have to be responsible for myself. This year my foot is in the door, no matter what.
Got home today and received a late Christmas card and it was from Ian & Gill. The words that came with the card made my day. Yes, this is going to be MY year. Great things are going to happen because I have triumphed over many deadly challenges this year.
chucKie
Monday, December 29, 2003
Proud of Me
It's done, the overhaul. It's the nice eye candy hanging on the wall. I spent many hours chipping away, watching it bloom and come to a new life. That khaki colour of yesterday is so ... yesterday. Looking at it makes me sick. We all gotta change with the times, after all, this is the information age.
Also got the graduation photos up on the web somewhere. Click on the graduation link on the right if you're interested.
The next project would be to get the songs out. I'm the harvest within the cocoon ready to lull you into a deep peaceful sleep. Get ready your mice.
One more week to restart the engine.
chucKie
It's done, the overhaul. It's the nice eye candy hanging on the wall. I spent many hours chipping away, watching it bloom and come to a new life. That khaki colour of yesterday is so ... yesterday. Looking at it makes me sick. We all gotta change with the times, after all, this is the information age.
Also got the graduation photos up on the web somewhere. Click on the graduation link on the right if you're interested.
The next project would be to get the songs out. I'm the harvest within the cocoon ready to lull you into a deep peaceful sleep. Get ready your mice.
One more week to restart the engine.
chucKie
Sunday, December 28, 2003
this blog is under construction. please bear with the renovations. full update will be complete in less than 24 hours from now. thanks for dropping by.
live large, live free!
live large, live free!
Saturday, December 20, 2003
Half Baked
Half of me left the dance hall in search of a new sound and a new collection of words.
It took me a while to even put together something that would carry with it rhythm and drive. Have I been out of touch?
Yet that moment, between changing tracks, gave me the deep satisfaction and pleasure delving into carving out words on a tree bark.
A writer writes. I never left home without my sketch book. It gives me a sense of security knowing that I could always put the ideas down onto the blank compilation of papers.
Today I had many ideas. So much so that I think I just created 2 albums worth of 5 hits each. That's prophecy at work - or as someone puts it in an alternative way, foresight.
Had a glimmer of the dream turning into reality just two days ago. There was one night when I saw visions of a collection of people in my world getting out of control. I think it's starting to happen now. I am just so excited out of my heart.
That return to the music in me is not too far away.
chucKie
Half of me left the dance hall in search of a new sound and a new collection of words.
It took me a while to even put together something that would carry with it rhythm and drive. Have I been out of touch?
Yet that moment, between changing tracks, gave me the deep satisfaction and pleasure delving into carving out words on a tree bark.
A writer writes. I never left home without my sketch book. It gives me a sense of security knowing that I could always put the ideas down onto the blank compilation of papers.
Today I had many ideas. So much so that I think I just created 2 albums worth of 5 hits each. That's prophecy at work - or as someone puts it in an alternative way, foresight.
Had a glimmer of the dream turning into reality just two days ago. There was one night when I saw visions of a collection of people in my world getting out of control. I think it's starting to happen now. I am just so excited out of my heart.
That return to the music in me is not too far away.
chucKie
Sunday, December 07, 2003
Dancing in the moonlight
Tonight i am convinced that popular dance music is the easiest way to make profit.
I remember watching the making of Rock DJ through some DVD. Anyway it sounded like a lot of thought went through the production all the way from writing and finally putting the arrangements down. The fact was, Rock DJ was the song that launched Robbie Williams into the Australia Market. Before that, he had a hard time breaking in.
Dance music gets people up in a good mood, charging their glasses, shaking their booty. I should really join them. Cos the last i heard the guy who wrote that one hit in the 80s, Send me an angel, just got a cheque for fifty thousand. And he wrote that song in 1983.
Work once get paid many times. Sweet.
chucKie
Tonight i am convinced that popular dance music is the easiest way to make profit.
I remember watching the making of Rock DJ through some DVD. Anyway it sounded like a lot of thought went through the production all the way from writing and finally putting the arrangements down. The fact was, Rock DJ was the song that launched Robbie Williams into the Australia Market. Before that, he had a hard time breaking in.
Dance music gets people up in a good mood, charging their glasses, shaking their booty. I should really join them. Cos the last i heard the guy who wrote that one hit in the 80s, Send me an angel, just got a cheque for fifty thousand. And he wrote that song in 1983.
Work once get paid many times. Sweet.
chucKie
