“Newsfox” and “Mother of Notes” Soundtrack

Most of you won’t get what I’m posting here right now; it is what you would call a private joke between some friends and I. “Newsfox” is the much-hated nickname I gave to one of the guys a few months back for reasons that fall into our Confidentiality Clause Agreement – I wouldn’t mind sharing them with you all because it’s a pretty funny story, but I think he would retaliate somehow in the future if I do so and I don’t want to give him more ammo than he already has- and “Mother of Notes” is the one that I’ve been sporting since they decided to mess around with my notes, like I explained in another post a few months ago – although Newsfox started calling me “Molly” a few weeks ago and I’m nort entirely sure why…

Anyway, as much teasing as there is going on between the both of us, we have a kind of an unspoken agreement to pamper each other from time to time, so we can breathe a bit from the relentlessness of our borderline harassing banter. Last Friday, right after one of my exams, I went to a friend’s house where he was too drinking beers and watching a movie. At that view I made sure to let them know that I was hating them both for not having anything to do while I was stuck with college responsabilities. But Newsfox surprised me when he got his guitar and began playing “Silver Coin” (the last song in this post). Apparently, he had learnt how to play it in the past few weeks so he could show me before I leave to the south of Spain.

I am not someone who makes a habit of going up on a stage and sing about my inconditional love and loyalty to someone. But I do have a blog, and so far a few thousands have read the ramblings that I here write, so I decided to return the favour in front of a wider audience – and if I know him at all, I just turned this thing that we have going on into a challenge…

Newsfox, we have a soundtrack!

Won’t you give me something I need
Won’t you peel me off the street
Gonna wet my tongue
Spit me up and break me a fever
Give me something I can believe in
Give me something to walk me away
I’m a wasting time
And all in all a waste of a living
Waste of a living

Can’t you see me walking alone
I’ve been down to the horns and back
And I’m way too tired
Of blowing out on a burning candle
I got no money but I want you so
I got no money but I want you so oh

I’ve got so much I cannot handle
Cannot handle
I cannot handle

We are all just pissing around
Cutting loose in this fucking town
I aint coming back
I’ve got my ticket, onto the next one
I got no money but I want you so
I got no money but I want you so oh
And I want, and I want, and I want, and I want ya 

You’ve applied the pressure
To have me crystallized 
And you’ve got the faith
That I could bring paradise

I’ll forgive and forget
Before I’m paralyzed
Do I have to keep up the pace
To keep you satisfied?

Things have gotten closer to the sun
And I’ve done things in small doses
So don’t think that I’m pushing you away
When you’re the one that I’ve kept closest

You don’t move slow
Taking steps in my direction
The sound resounds, echo
Does it lessen your affection? No…

You say I’m foolish
For pushing this aside
But burn down our home
I won’t leave alive

Glaciers have melted to the sea
I wish the tide would take me over
I’ve been down on my knees
And you just keep on getting closer

Glaciers have melted to the sea
(Things have gotten closer to the sun)
I wish the tide would take me over
(And I’ve done things in small doses)
I’ve been down onto my knees
(So don’t think that I’m pushing you away)
And you just keep on getting closer
(When you’re the one that I’ve kept closest)

Go slow

Heard the rattle from the train
Sounds of a hundred people,
Maybe more
Cut through the ropes before you came
I had a dream that you were gone.

I’m in the days of throwing rocks
When I saw your picture on a silver coin
Stole a kiss through your golden locks
I had a dream that you were gone.
Woke up and you were gone

All this love has gone away
Cause I didn’t have the heart or strength to say
I’ll miss you when you’re gone
I’ll miss you when you’re gone
I’ll miss you when you’re gone
I’ll miss you when you’re gone

Heard the rattle from the chains
This goddamn room it gets so small sometimes
Found a drink and hit the shame                                                                                                 I had a dream that you were gone
Woke up and you were gone.

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Weekend Recollection

It’s been a really weird weekend. A really violent-fun-nice-wannamurderyou kind of weekend. It’s been nice and fun because I had the opportunity to finally meet someone that I’ve come to really care for after a few years of Tumblr/Twitter/Facebook interaction. He’s a talented musician (my absolute favourite among his pieces is “The Departure”; you can listen to it here), a master of film criticism (here’s his website, although it’s in Spanish) and a good friend who understands me and the situations I usually go through because he has experienced them first, and knows better than anyone the prize that comes with frustation and failure when you know how to transform those feelings into art form. Nothing I could say about him would make him justice, so just click on the links above and let his brilliance do the talking.

It’s been a violent wannamurderyou kind of weekend because some things have happened that have made me stop believing in human race. Well, yeah, I am exaggerating, but the fact that I am incredibly disappointed in someone I never thought I would have a problem with remains. And because I am who I am, I have extrapolated my anger to everyone surrounding the offender (I’m as nice as I sound). Right now, I hope red wine and cheese are being placed on a tray so I can get bribed into forgiveness. And it will work because the way into any respectable woman’s heart is always red wine and cheese. If she doesn’t like either one of those things, run! She is not to be trusted.

Anyway, I have painted A LOT. Those of you who follow me on Facebook know it. I’ve been doing something slightly different, though. I’ve been focusing a bit more on male portraits because I want to master them before I start doing the more serious portraits I plan to do: real people portraits. And by real people I mean the people around me; family members, friends etc. Here’s what I’ve got so far:

I don’t want to finish this post without some sort of musical reference, without a soundtrack.  Somehow it’s easier for me to process certain events when there’s a song in my head portraying such events or my reactions towards them. What can I say? Sometimes I’m that melodramatic…

Single book of matches, gonna burn what’s standing in the way
Roaring down the mountain, now they’re calling on the fire brigade
Bury all the pictures and tell the kids that I’m ok
If I’m forgotten you’ll remember me for a day

I, I won’t ever be your cornerstone, I

All the black inside me is slowly seeping from the bone
Everything I cherished is slowly dying or it’s gone
Little shaking babies and drunkards seem to all agree
Once the show gets started it’s bound to be a sight to see

I won’t ever be your cornerstone
I don’t wanna be here holding on
 I won’t ever be your cornerstone, I

WATCH HER RUN, CAN YOU FEEL IT? 

 I won’t ever be your cornerstone
 I don’t wanna be here holding on
 I won’t ever be your cornerstone
 I don’t wanna be holding on