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The fact that most of the threads that the anonymous users are reading are actually ones which are dead and buried on the board shows their true dedication to the board itself. Sometimes I go to other boards, respond to a thread, find I'm the last person ever to respond to it, it gets buried, forgotten about, and I look rather the fool. But, as we're dedicated to finding the threads we want, not just every single thread to respond to, we're always looking for those which maybe got forgotten about which would further elicit thought-provoking responses. The whole idea of looking outside the box takes another meaning. The bummer is, when one of us is alone online and we've got nobody to talk to! (Indeed, I really am so sad that I have more friends online than in real life..!) *exhales deeply* But mercifully, that is not currently the case. In conclusion - I probably don't know what I'm talking about, which leaves you guys no chance whatsoever.. Love and mercy Matt

Thanks Gilliann. I do quite like it... not that I understand it at all... I phoned her to see if we could make the first attempt at recording it three o'clock tomorrow morning, but, I couldn't stand the backchat from the answering machine. Now all I need is a piano player (I'd do it, but unfortunately I'm playing timps and congas on the intro and outro..!) Thanks again Love and mercy

Little story to go with this one before I start it out. It's one of the better songs I wrote, with a little bit of help from a faraway angel, once in my mind, soon in my heart, forever in my life (and always with a nose in the thesaurus). This was written after a very vivid dream I had where I believe I had committed suicide. I believe some of you may have read a portion of this one before. Since this is one of the more recent ones, I took a shot at polishing it more as I thought it would work. I'm going to record the tune on September the 10th this year, so that someone (probably Mel, her heavenly vocal tones would work much better on the track than my half-shot third-octave falsetto) can help me record the vocals over the top. See how it goes. Anyway. Charcoaling Ikebana Charcoaling ikebana took you hours to prepare But when you look inside the fire your flowers are not there Scarred remains of Memory Lane made once for you consumed You lost me on the road to paradise when all was doomed Don't cry to me that all you want to give has gone away When all that's there that I should care is who I want today I know the painless victory, the ashes that you gave to me You don't know how it's meant to be, or what you want to say Inflammable daydreaming set my first farewell aflame How can I taste sweet happiness while you taste bitter shame Your offering of time to me is one I can't pass by When I lose hope I turn to you, I know you cannot lie Plenteous cup of water to invigorate my birth Bleeding from the sweetest cup to show you all I'm worth You don't want me to let you go, but I can't bare to let me show The slashes from the blades that grow and multiply on Earth Find comfort in me, don't dream and say goodbye Nestle in my blacker heart and rubricate our sky Let me come to you in perfect dreams of piercing screams And greater means to come round now and wonder why Asphyxiated pleasure stemmed from diuturnal lust Nobody who could love this much found their heart wouldn't rust Strangleheld for pleasure yet released for satisfaction Whispered in repellent breeze, soon destined for attraction Antonymous relief of contradictory desire Homophonous belief belonging somewhere ever higher Into a world where only you will ever know the life that grew It sounds the same to those who never knew life on the wire Warning signs from far away all extirpate sensation Auguries from close to home torment my weak foundation Perforated skin and bones reveal inside contusion Legs and arms on razorblade are never an illusion Suicide seems painless on a warmer yesterday But now my skin has broken in phantasmal echoes say That they're not speaking to my face, they couldn't leave a clearer space To slash my shell and take their place of terminal decay Find comfort in me, don't dream and say goodbye Nestle in my blacker heart and rubricate our sky Let me come to you in perfect dreams of piercing screams And greater means to come round now and wonder why Vaporescent tears of memories Cruoric perspiration leaves Suppurate external masterpieces of my mind Rape the inner distribution Of a simplistic solution Subcutaneous profusion of a pain that drove me blind I have no idea what it means. Something like, screw the world, it's none of my business any more. Love and mercy Matt

This is going to be hard to get by on many occasions. I'm not writing at the moment. The inspiration is becoming harder and harder to come by. Unfortunately, at the moment, I'm suffering from rather bad writers block. There's so many things I wanna write, but so few ways in which I'm being inspired. That and I keep losing my song writing folders... which can never be a good thing when it comes to writing these songs.. I know I've got them on disc somewhere, but I've no idea where. It's kinda stupid really that I lost them in the first place, though.. however, I'll pick them up when I'm in college (for the last time) next month.. Here's hoping I'll be able to find them... I'll get back to ya. Love and mercy

Unfortunately, the musical tastes for which I have previously claimed (not only including the good, but also the bad and the ugly) are all my own. In thirty minutes of any random day, you would find me singing along to Westlife, Bon Jovi, The Beach Boys, Emmylou Harris and Gram Parsons, early material by defunct pop band A1 (including their zapped up remix of Everytime), and anything else you care to listen to before my voice gives out. In fact, I heard someone suggest this the other day on a music forum, and have never agreed more with anything - on the fact that music in itself is not meritocratic, and the only meritocracy is among those who are too bothered in forcing their opinions on others, through not reasoned debate, but non-resistable force. My musical education began in 1991, when, at the age of 5, I was introduced to The Beatles. (Actually, I don't think that's quite true, but that's the first I remember of any music being played to me continuously). It was one of Mother's favourites, probably Judy Collins, another one of those very first tracks I remember listening to. I don't remember thinking anything of it back then, except that that really was my initiation into music as I remembered it, and that I couldn't have had many better initiations than that. In September, I'm going to be joining a Higher level Music Production course in Worcester, England (for anyone who is interested, I think it's an HNC - which, though it won't give me letters after my name, will at least bestow upon me bragging rights - and, I believe, at least the educational subject background to be able to teach it at a basic level). Most of the people who are going to be attending this course (I was going to use the word "guys", but, though it's true that most of them are male, some of them are not, and it would be unfair of me to lump others in with that generalization), are going to be scientists, physicists and the like, and the tasks we have to achieve before the end of the year include a full blown performance and production of a favourite track. My dad put the point to me that he wonders how I'm going to produce a particular track which I decide to write, and though I'm pretty sure which track I'm going to use to write, rewrite, produce, record, etc onto compact disc. Even I don't know yet, but whether I will do so in the same way as so many of those writers, producers whom I admire, will be an interesting experiment. I have grown up knowing and loving quite a lot of music, and, if I'm honest, yes, this includes stuff like N*Sync (of whom I still appear to own several CDs by..!) and a load of other stuff which I wouldn't admit like The Beach Boys and Poco. To pick up on another point you made, I don't think it's so much around here that people accuse others of smacking us down for our differing opinions. If anything, this is probably the most civilized and intelligent music forum to which I participate (and yes, I know I bring it down by about 300%, but I'm prepared to admit that that's more my fault than yours.) Even some of the most strictly moderated forums I go to (where people are surprisingly more civil to each other) can't compete with the level of alertness that sometimes I have to applicate myself with while posting here. This is a double edged sword, though, in that when something does step over the rules, it may or may not be dealt with harsher than in other places. Personally I'm not sure of this, as I don't actually know whether it's even happened yet within these surroundings, and in this friendly ethos. I often come along to this place when I'm feeling down. A lot of other message boards have given me the sense of knowing someone as a friend, but this messageboard is the only place in which all the regulars feel like one massive family stretched over 16 thousand miles. All debate is about, is learning other people's thoughts and feelings. Nothing about disagreeing with them, however badly we feel about them, the only thing that a single person can offer to a debate is to say "this is how I feel, that's how you feel, we disagree, but I understand your point of view". That's the only thing that a debate is based around. Though some will have their opinions changed, those who know enough about their subject will hold steadfastly to their own view. (Apologies if the above statement is too bold and controversial!)

I've heard Smile many hundred times before - but never in the last few years.. Though I remember a certain few things about the album itself, I can't remember all of it as was, and thus I'm going to have to go from the knowledge of Smile from other places around. Unfortunately, I no longer own the version of Smile that I used to have on a copied CD, because I felt it was morally wrong. How stupid I was to do so, as, since other things have ruled my life, I do not recall most of the CD, save for the 1.10 version of Prayer at the beginning. To me, Smile is an enigma. The assumption about the burning of the Smile tapes, started by the inclusion of the Fire suite (which can be heard, amongst others, on Walk On By and Rio Grande - and for which I stole a portion for something I wrote earlier in the year). Some of the versions of the songs I've heard since (the version of Wonderful in D flat major, with the harpsichord) are some of the best material (and, it could be said, some of the most esoteric) within the whole of the Beach Boys collection. But the only two people who really know about Smile to its full extent are the two main writers, Brian and Van Dyke, who lived through the high points, the low points, and the drugs. All of the drugs. And, for those drugged episodes which continued throughout Smiley Smile (particularly those which are visible on 'She's Going Bald'), we all feel we've shared through the magic of Smiley Smile. We can all try it sometime. But ours is to share in, not create, the magic. Thankyou, Brian Douglas Wilson, for everything you've given to me and others. Love and mercy Matt

Man, do I remember this piece or what? I learned to play it when I was six. I hate the other Gymnopédies, for some reason, I've played No. 2, certainly... Gymnopédie 1 is wonderful, though. All those G maj7 chords. It's kinda difficult to play when your left hand isn't working properly to strike those chords, though. Good mem'ries, ne'ertheless! Love and mercy

Big fan of their early stuff. I've really gotten into What's The Story over the last 6 months. There's nothing better than just to play and sing along to it when tired and depressed to make me feel tons better.. As for the other CDs, I've never given them fair thought, I'm going to have to listen to the other material in due course. But yeah, great band! Love 'em! Love and mercy Matt

I've certainly ran over all my favourite members (so to speak) and given them all 5 stars (I apologize if I missed anyone, and that doesn't in any way misrepresent your fine worth on here) I guess we should just all give ourselves five stars for now..

Nah. I rated you a five! I don't know why your rating has stayed as 2 stars... From statistical averages, that means that you must either have tons of people rated you, or whatever like that.. But yeah, I like to be an example of whichever kind. Maybe I'll try harder in the future, but who knows... Matt

Hi there. This is really strange. My rating's gone down recently from 5 stars (a model Songfacts citizen) to 4 stars.. Ken's, which I know before was 5 stars, has miraculously gone down to 3 stars. Others' ratings have changed very recently as well... I'm getting the impression that piles of people are spamming the "Rate this user" option and getting all their cronies to give users 1-ratings.. I don't know what should be done about this, and I'm not complaining that my rating's gone down as much as I'm complaining that Ken's (?!) has gone down, as have others'. As I say, I think conclusions must be drawn eitherway... I don't know what to think about it personally, though. Love and mercy

Cheers, Scott. Needed doing! Strange and odd discourse though, I don't mind, tis my topic, I guess... do I officially own it? Yeah, I've been concentrating a lot more on the vocab of my songs lately for some reason. There's a world of strange stuff out there for me to explore in that department. I'm enjoying looking into it, as well, but I'm just tired of wanting to do it at the moment.. Love and Hershey's Matt

Certainly last time I checked I was a guy. I hope I haven't changed in that respect! I'm sure all of this belongs on another thread somewhere. Hey, let's go and set up the relationship and other angst-related problems thread! Whaddaya say? Matt

I'd rather my better threads were kept alive and everything by whatever method is needed! Nah, you're right. RTÉ are the best. I can't think of anyone who would possibly be better than them. But yeah, you should definitely be watching it. 3 - 0 now! Hurray! Anyway, no worries about the thread hijack! All these threads are inherently aimless, anyway! Love and mercy Matt

It's on RTÉ as well? Yeah, that's the one. Lookin' a good match so far. Not that I mind who wins. *cough cough* *mutters under breath* Come on Porto! Mel's not bothered, though. She'd just rather sleep. Imagine her face when I told her that Porto won! A... frickin' picture, man! Of course, neither team is currently winning, nor has won. So... make up your own mind. Porto just gone 2 - 0 up, as well! Gahahah! Love and mercy Matt Edited to add: I'm hijacking my own thread with non-thread-related responses. Gahah!

Nah, I'm not 14. You're thinking of the 14 year old person... and that's not who I am. I should keep up the writing. In fact, I'm thinking of writing something right now. But maybe not until after the football!

Not with the wish of repeating myself from thoughts in previous threads, I'll succinctly answer this one by saying that I started songwriting when I was 16 (about two years ago) and have been doing so on and off ever since. I've written what I see as a better one somewhere around, though, sampled lyrics include those below: Vaporescent tears of memories Cruoric perspiration leaves Suppurate external masterpieces of my mind Rape the inner distribution Of a simplistic solution Subcutaneous profusion of a pain that drove me blind But that's not my major project right now, I'm pursuing non-musical interests currently, so I don't know if, what or who I'm going to do in the near future. Love and mercy Matt

Despite the fact that I started this topic, I haven't written anything in SO long. I was going to write something this morning, but I didn't have the energy... and at the current moment I'm not at home, so I've got no chance of doing anything... Love to, though... I just mustn't. Not yet, anyway. The last thing I wrote went something like this: Cyanide, immoral suicide To get back to your side Back where we both belong Blood-soaked tears, claimed back through the years Praying all my fears Once fertile now prove wrong I didn't like it when I wrote it, I don't like it right now, so I guess nothing changes.. Love and mercy (and with that said, I wish I'd written that song!) Matt

Thank you! I try my hardest. And most of the time I fail, but that's just due to the fact that my life is one big fat fail. I'll certainly keep the tissues on hand. For someone who cries as easy as me, it's not going to be an easy thing to stay upbeat about this.. I loved it when they showed the top 6 episodes over here. I don't know whether or not you were able to see them, but that was a good afternoon's watching, definitely. And if nothing else, at least we've got another 20 years' worth of repeat showings! *rolls eyes* Goodbye now. I'm venturing to recover my petard from whence it was hoisted. Giggling thru the nite M@

This raises a fundamental musical question. If the only songs which existed were really... REALLY bad songs... we're talking songs like Kelis' Milkshake, Aaron Carter's travesty of a cover version in Surfin' USA, and She's Like The Wind by Patrick Swayze... these songs would be the only songs we'd have to judge quality of music on. The question being raised is, are songs like Mundian To Bach Ke by Panjabi MC too esoteric for some chart listeners' musical tastes? In the same vain, any song which is unfamiliar in that sense to musical taste, which neither is loved nor hated, but is viewed upon with a listening ear and done with in whichever way one sees fit. Is it therefore correct to say that we base GREAT tunes on our favourite songs by our favourite artists? What if we had no sense of right, wrong, what if all that we had to base our musical opinions on were the only two songs which existed, Kelis' Milkshake and Aaron Carter's Surfin' USA. Patrick Swayze's She's Like the Wind, und so weiter. Is it only possible to choose these songs because of the comparisons we're (naturally) drawing with our favourites compared with some of our most despised tracks? Any thoughts? Love and mercy Matt

Amigahd. You can't make me choose! That's a totally unjustified question! How is it answerable?! I'm a sucker for the classics. The wedding with Ross and Emily... spooky thing was, at the same time as when I first saw that episode, I was really good friends with someone called Rachel, while still going out with Mel. And it just got me thinking about what would happen if I were accidentally to say that instead. Doesn't bear thinking about really... especially since I'm still being death-gripped on the shoulder! Gerroff yow! Love and mercy M@

Double bummer! Nah, I can't get E4. But then, maybe with all the Big Brother stuff coming up, you could see that as being a good thing! Anyway, back on the original topic, I was watching Friends this morning. The One With Chandler's Work Laugh. Lovin' it. How great morning television on C4 is! Love and mercy

You know what? I'm jealous we don't get Radio Telefis Éiranne, but only because of Friends. *giggles gleefully* I could probably subscribe to the thing and cancel my subscription half an hour later or something. Bahah. I've no idea of other benefits of RTÉ however. But then, receiving Channel 4 as we do, we have to put up with 10 Friends episodes in a single day! That's overdrive, man! But hey, I'm not complaining. Anything to get my a*s concentrating on something for six hours can't be that bad! Smilin' Matt

You're not saying that the Emerald Isle got it before even England did? How can that be?! Anyway, sad to see that it's the end of an era. Those guys have really kept me entertained for so long!

Yeah, Big Star by the Jayhawks sounds most likely. I really dig that song. The lyrics, from here are below: I'm flat-busted, wild-eyed and free I couldn't get arrested if I tried A has-been at a mere thirty-five Straight, honest, forthright and true Great expectations for someone Doesn't anybody know how to have fun But I'm gonna be Big Star I'm gonna be a Big Star someday I'm gonna be a Big Star someday Grape's bitter, I'm no quitter Revolutions come one by one Seems it's high noon and I ain't got no gun But it so hard, so hard So hard getting by Gonna be Big Star I'm gonna be a Big Star someday I'm gonna be a Big Star someday Fine bourbon, Cuban cigars Rude remarks observed in the C.C.Bar I'm perfecting the finest art of wasting hour But I'm gonna be Big Star I'm gonna be a Big Star someday I'm gonna be a Big Star I'm gonna be a Big Star someday Diggin' that music! Love and mercy Matt