Song for the Girl (WDE)

Not a poem, but a song. I would absolutely love to hear this accompanied by guitar so...
If any of you know anyone who can sing, play acoustic guitar and who is willing to record this as an mp3 or a youtube video then please, please send them my way. Male or female I don't think it really matters.

Song for the Girl (WDE)

In a world of paper dreams
Inside a long forgotten book
A myriad of streams
Lead to a pebble spattered brook

It isn't where we met
Or where we ever plan to meet
Just a place where we got wet
And paddled with our feet

You didn't dance around
To my soft-plucked guitar string
I didn't smile at the sound
Of the song you didn't sing

It was a lovely summer's day
That was never meant to last
Now the colours fade away
And drift into the past

Not every story has an unexpected twist
This is my song for the girl who doesn't exist
An ode to all the chances we never got to kiss
This is my song for the girl who doesn't exist
Yeah, my song for the girl...
Who doesn't exist

In a world of paper people
With feelings monochrome
I didn't find you waiting
Didn't see how much you'd grown

You didn't cast your eyes upon me
And recognize me in a glance
It didn't invoke the memory
Of our blissful summer dance

We didn't grin like children
And fall into each others arms
You didn't see me longing
For your neverending charms

You didn't whisper you still loved me
Softly in my ear
And when you found I had to leave
You didn't cry a crystal tear

This is my way to tell the world that forever you'll be missed
This is my song for the girl who doesn't exist
An ode to every time on a shooting star I wished
This is my song for the girl who doesn't exist
Yeah, my song for the girl...
Who doesn't exist

In a world of paper houses
From a long forgotten song
A place I never lived
Where I know that I belong

The only colour remaining
A deep and crimson red
Around an old man dying
Sad and lonely in his bed

He didn't cry in agony
Didn't shout aloud your name
You never did exist
And so tonight he dies in vain

And when the angels stand before him
Think of all the tales he'll tell
Not knowing if he's destined
For heaven or for hell

How can I waste my time chasing all the dreams I missed
This is my song for the girl who doesn't exist
An ode to crystal tears still clenched tightly in my fist
My final song for the girl who doesn't exist
Yeah, my song for the girl...

© Charon 2009

Cold Rainbows

Cold Rainbows

My dreams were the clouds but you blew them away
You brought in the night just to darken my day
For every flower I planted, you tore down a tree
You were the cruel stinging wasp, disguised as a bee
The garden of my childhood knew no escape
You were the fence and the barred iron gate

The flowers all die at the sound of your name
I weep in the downpour of warm summer rain
A pot of fool's gold where all of my pain goes
You banished me there beneath a trail of cold rainbows

I guess I always thought one day I'd escape
But freedom's an illusion only you could create
The only time I felt free was when I looked to the sky
Spread my arms, felt the breeze and pretended to fly
But this feeling was fleeting and I'll always be here
Shivering in the snow, in the storm of my fear

The flowers all die at the sound of your name
I hide in the shadows of the cold winter rain
A pot of fool's gold, where my hope not my pain goes
I'll follow my heart through the trail of cold rainbows

© Charon 2009

Not dead

Rejoice for I am not dead.
No seriously, rejoice now or I'll stab you. Hmm, REjoice? Well, I suppose you'd have to joice in the first place, right? Get joicing!

Damn, now I forgot why I'm here...

Oh yeah! Pixieguts. No, I'm not talking about mutilating faerie tale creatures. Pixieguts is a flesh and blood human being.
http://www.last.fm/music/Pixieguts
A vocalist in fact who is involved with various projects producing some sort of electronica stuff... :s I'll be honest. I have no idea. It's way out of my usual interest range and I have no idea how to describe it. However, she has been working with some poets from last.fm's poetry corner group, turning poems into lyrics in much the same way that Kreate has done for me in the past. And I'm next! :P I've given permission for her to mash some of my poems into lyrics and produce music with them. Hooray. I'll keep you posted if anything comes of it. ^^ Could be exciting.

Sunday Music? :O

Yeah I know it's not Sunday. But I have music to share! So sit there and like it. ^^

Today's theme. Electronic.

First up. Satisfaction by Benny Benassi. Why do I find this so addictive?



Next up. Francis Hates Left 4 Dead by GCIDogmeat and GCITherewolf. A music video using sound samples from that zombie game I'm oh so addicted to. :P It's surprisingly good.


And this old classic, made using only the sounds found within windows xp. No idea who did this but it's been around for ages.
(EDIT) Yeah so I just noticed it says it on the frickin video. So there you go. That's what I get for posting before watching it through.

Left 4 Dead

So for another day or two Left 4 Dead is half price on steam. Don't switch off! Hear me out. Left 4 Dead is a survival horror game, played co-operatively by up to 4 players, hence the oh so witty title. Pete and I have been waiting for that price drop and wasted no time (literally about three seconds after the announcement) before buying it. Today we finished the Death Toll campaign. Well. I did. Sadly Pete didn't make it.

It all started well. All we had to do was hold out in a house while we waited for the boat to arrive for us to get to safety. Simple right? And it was all going reasonably well. The first tank turned up (more on that later) and we pwned him. Shitloads (like a couple of hundred) of zombies poured in and through the cunning use of pipebombs and sheer firepower we tore them to shreds. We knew from previous failures that we had a second tank to face before the boat turned up. And sure enough, a short while before Pete yells out that the tank is coming. (The tank's a big fuckoff zombie, I'll show you soon). Well me being the smart one I'm sat upstairs watching the staircase, ready to unload my shotgun in it's enormous bulbous ass when it runs up the stairs. But it's deathly quiet... for about five seconds.. and then I hear Pete yelling...
"Ahhh shit, it's got me. Downstairs! I'm getting bummed in the pantry!"
Yes, the fool had tried to hide himself in the pantry and the beast tore the door off and proceeded to tear his limbs off. Somehow, I saved him. And the boat turned up! Hurrah! Victory?

Well yes and no. Pete grabbed the last pipebomb we'd been saving and lobbed it. The horde went nuts and another hundred or so were engulfed in the resulting explosion... but there was too many!! Arrrggghhh! We ran like fuck for the boat but the horde swamped us. A boomer threw up on me and blinded me. Pete got eaten by a tank. Like totally eaten. Dead. Covered in boomer vomit, half blind and limping like a weasel with one leg I managed to kill the tank feasting on Pete's corpse and fought off the horde as I inched my way across the pier to the boat. Another tank turned up and lobbed a piece of some random building at me and thank god he missed. I made it onto the boat, along with the two AI players. And we left Pete's corpse behind as zombie food. I'm still high off the adrenaline.

So... What the fuck am I ranting about? Well I thought you'd never ask.

First off, here's the cinematic opening to Left 4 Dead. It shows the basic kinda things you can expect from the game and serves a sort of tutorial. Ie, don't set off car alarms, etc. Oh and that huge hulking behemoth. That's the tank. Watch both of these in full screen for best impact. In fact, click watch on youtube in the bottom right corner and you can watch full screen and HD. Awesomeness.



And here is what the actual game plays like. This is the finale of the Death Toll campaign... where Pete bought it. :D



Those guys are pretty good though. We suck.
So yeah. Zombie mayhem. Mega adrenaline. FUCKING AWESOME!! Man I cannot wait for tomorrow night. Bring it on!
*pulls out shotgun*
*chu-chuk*
Let's do it!