the sieve and the sand » music

condescension

Julio Chapluzki — Fri, 16 Apr 2010 15:34:44 +0000

walking along,
feeling alone
in the lost land
of American Idol fans,
constructing a generation of
lounge singer heroes,
reliving the glories
of innovative artists
who have now passed into
the general mediocrity
of the past:
free to be groped;
free to be grabbed;
free to be destroyed.

and so i sit here,
listening to my indie music,
looking down my nose,
secure in my intellectual superiority,
evidenced by my musical selections.

On: Mendelssohn Sinfonia No. 11

David X. Hugo — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 07:20:02 +0000

life at one’s leisure
is a solitary achievement
a lonely achievement
but one must sacrifice such
things for freedom
but one must sacrifice those
things in name of honor
and all the things accompanying
those company
those company
that drive you wild, wild
wild wild,
wild with anger and distain

but on this beautiful day
but on this beautiful evening
i will cut the strings that
bind my soul and keep me bonded
i will get to the bottom
bottom
bottom
bottom
bottom of this entire thing.

Composition

beighartman — Wed, 14 Oct 2009 19:53:17 +0000

Where’s the music to these lyrics?
Where’s the rhythm to the drumming of my hands on the desk?
Where’s the beat in the neck-breaking of my head-banging?
Where’s the chord to the strumming of my air guitar?
Where’s the tune whistling from my lips?
Where’s the snap between my fingers?
Where’s the melody to this song?
Where’s the tapping to my feet?
Where’s the music to these lyrics?
They’re all in my head.
It’s all in my head.

you and your hairdo

Roger Mugs — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 14:55:45 +0000

you gave it rhythm
to make the pain
bearable (or more)

but cher
(though technically music)
doesn’t fulfill
the drug dependance
like need

you have for
emo

(a genre named after
a word which we use
to mock the weaker sex)

old songs and old friends

Julio Chapluzki — Sun, 14 Jun 2009 22:29:19 +0000

sitting for hours
on hard chipotle benches,
barely noticed in the reminiscence
of times past,
of times to come,
of everything in between,
enjoying the moment
although we all know
that it won’t last,
that it will fade away
like a song from the past
that slowly disappears
and then one day is found
on a shuffled ipod
and immediately suspends time
for four minutes or so,
taking everything back
to the idealized past,
in which everything we shared
is remembered fondly,
improving on the reality,
which was good already.

music

Roger Mugs — Sat, 14 Feb 2009 13:47:28 +0000

shocked at how oft
i forget the feelings
you arouse not
so much for what you
bring as the way
you choose to bring
it to my ears

whispering poetry in stereo
through crescendo mastered
and captured here in pocket
to make the grey skies less so

why i get paid less than you to live a much better life

Roger Mugs — Thu, 08 Jan 2009 12:30:10 +0000

in the loft i sit a-strumming my piano
looking down on you as you eat your
business lunch and i sing my soprano
the mic sits a bit low and you’ll find
it destracting but worry not lunch will
be over soon then its back to the grind
where i’d be obnoxious and remind
you i fit in not one bit, but am happier
here doing this skit of a song while
i sing and i play and my piano i drum
the sky is still blue today out where
you have no air conditioning or meeting
rooms and today i’ll sit and i’ll hum
because thats what i’m paid to do while
your tie is too tight and your life just aint right
and you know all the things you’re missing
out on.

so from this loft i sit and a-strum
my piano and look dumb, like you cant hear
the songs i’m singing from my too high
soprano. but worry not lunch is done
and my set is complete, my day’s work has
finished but worry not you’ve still hours
to perfect your typing skills and look
better in bluetooth for ms. sours

i’m basically fucking hallucinating

David X. Hugo — Wed, 29 Oct 2008 05:59:24 +0000

rabid, with your teeth
in a crooked smile
and your eyes protruding
from their homes
your skin brown like
leather
shiny

driving

Roger Mugs — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 08:16:01 +0000

missing things i used to do
with music blasting loud
the sounds that beat deep i my ears
are lost now without you
my chevy s10
how ugly and functional you were
and how much i miss you