Albums up on iTunes 08/12/2009 02:23 a.m.
Some of you may know, and some of you may not know, but in addition to writing bad poetry, I write pretty decent music. Over the last few years I've been mainly writing Ambient/Electronic music and releasing it for public consumption. For the most part, I have received positive reviews of it.
In addition to the Ambient/Electronic music, I also do sort of an Alt-Folk kind of thing.
The electronic releases tend to come quicker because it's a lot easier to edit and master electronic music than it is to do the same with 'organic' music.
As of right now, I have three electronic/ambient albums available for purchase on iTunes. Each album is $9.99, the typical iTunes price for an album.
If you're interested in that go to http://itunes.com/adronus
Just this month on the 7th, I released a 6 song EP of my "Alt-Folk" music, and that album is going for $5.94.
If you're interested in that style of music go to http://itunes.com/sonudra
I would love to get some ratings and reviews of the music, as well as some album sales. I write, produce, record, and release everything on my own, and I get all of the profits from album sales, so if you find it in your little poet's heart to support Independent artists, then go to the style of music of your choice, buy and album, rate it, and leave a review on iTunes telling me (and the world) what you think.
Much love,
Chris
I am currently Anxious
I am listening to Chapter II - Nightrealm
In honor of poetry 01/07/2009 02:20 p.m.
I don't know how many of you follow the comics, but this one is a favorite of mine. I thought everyone would enjoy the subject matter.
Merciless Beaute 12/31/2008 12:40 p.m.
Yowr yen two woll sle me sodenly.
I may the beaute of them not sustene
So wondeth it thorow out my herte kene.
And but your word woll helen hastely
Mi hertis wound while that it is grene
Your yen [two woll sle me sodenly.
I may the beaute of them not sustene.]
Vpon my trouth I sey yow feithfully
That ye ben of my liffe and deth the quene,
For with my deth the trouth shalbe sene.
Your yen [two woll sle me sodenly.
I may the beaute of them not sustene
So wondeth it thorow out my herte kene.]
So hath yowr beaute fro your herte chased
Pitee that me nauailleth not to pleyn
For danger halt your mercy in his cheyne.
Giltles my deth thus han ye me purchaced,
I sey yow soth, me nedeth not to fayn,
So hath your beaute [fro your herte chased
Pitee that me nauailleth not to pleyn.]
Alas that nature hath in yow compased
So grete beaute that no man may atteyn
To mercy though he sterue for the peyn.
So hath your beaute [fro your herte chased
Pitee that me nauailleth not to pleyn
For danger halt your mercy in his cheyne.]
Syn I fro loue escaped am so fat
I neuere thenk to ben in his prison lene.
Syn I am fre, I counte hym not a bene.
He may answer and sey this and that.
I do no fors, I speke ryght as I mene,
Syn I fro loue [escaped am so fat
I neuere thenk to ben in his prison lene.
Loue hath my name istrike out of his sclat,
And he is strike out of my bokes clene.
For euer mo ther is non other mene,
Syn I fro loue [escaped am so fat
I neuere thenk to ben in his prison lene.
Syn I am fre, I counte hym not a bene.]
'Merciless Beaute' Geoffery Chaucer
TRANSLATION:
Your two eyes will slay me suddenly.
I cannot endure their beauty
So deeply does it wound my eager heart.
And unless your word will heal, without delay,
My heart's wound while it is new ...
On my oath, I tell you faithfully
That you're the queen of my life and death,
And in my dying will that truth be seen.
So has your beauty driven pity from your heart
That there's no good in me complaining,
So does disdain in his chain bind your mercy.
Just in this way you've paid for my innocent death,
I'm telling you the truth, I don't need to pretend.
Alas, how nature has drawn with compasses
In you such great beauty that no man may find
Mercy, even though he dies in pain.
Because I've escaped so plump from love,
I don't expect to be in his lean prison.
Being free, I don't give a pea for him.
He may reply and say this and that,
I don't care, I'm saying what I think.
Love has struck my name from his slate,
And he is stricken utterly from my books.
For evermore there is no other way.
I am currently Bad
I am listening to 1,000,000 - Nine Inch Nails
River to sea
There we will be
I've found my place
Where I have longed to be
I can't erase any mistake
But I can outgrow
Rivers of love will flow
Turn around
Your life is in your hands
Nowhere to be
Found plenty things to be
Unleashing hell
Each time the answers fell
I cannot change any man's hate
But I can make known
Forgiving waters that flow
Turn around
Your life is in your hands
Don't mean you won't wake from the dead
It don't mean you can't
It don't mean you you can't wake from the dead
Don't mean you can't
Paint the lines on perfect eyes that circle the object of
My sincere affection, my undivided attention.
Lie where you won�t see yourself in that way.
And we�ll ride to somewhere.
All we are is paralyzed from the face down.
We�re still alive with our fake smiles.
When the camera�s away.
Don�t remember this. No, don�t remember this.
We are losing it all, but we are gaining the world with our hands tied.
Your arms placed upon mine.
And the sky looks so right, and you�re mine tonight.
Lie where you won�t see yourself in that way.
And we�ll ride...
All we are is paralyzed from the face down.
We�re still alive with our fake smiles.
When the camera�s away.
