blog by dia

September 15, 2008

It doesn’t pertain to me, but I thought it was clever and different and obscure. This is Dia’s recent blog entry:

Have you guys ever heard of a “song-blog?” Me either. But I guess I am inventing that today. I know this may be “Unprofessional” and what not, and that it is definitely not recorded in a professional studio, but I wrote it because I wanted to, and that I had to vent a little, I suppose you could put it that way. I recorded it on my computer, no microphones, nothing. On our slightly out of key baby grand piano in my “very reverb friendly” living room. Sang through it one time, despite my harmonies, so I apologize again for some out of key weird ones! I am not very good at piano, so I apologize. This song is not meant to be taken seriously, in some respects. Meaning, that if you write me and say the quality sounds like crap, I will say, “yeah…so?” If you write me and say it is crap, I will find out where you live. It is just a little journal entry…that I turned into a song. It won’t be up for long, but I thought, I would share with anyone who has time…because after all, maybe some of you feel the same way I do right now, and it will make me at least feel better, that I am not alone on this. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the tune, and I hope it makes you brighten up, if you feel like I do, and then In return, I promise I will too. Take care, Dia

Lyrics for the curious,…or journal entry or…whatever: How did I get here? And why the hell did it take this long? I’ve buried a best friend inside my trash can you left outdoors…. And you dropped me in the mailbox, my face paint still left on. And you accused I never loved you; I could say nothing to change your mind. Charlie, Charlie, Charlie. My smile has become empty/lazy. Heard you’ve been looking for me. Come on kid you know where I would go…. See lately, lately, lastly I would love for you to ask me, where the line between my pen and mind’s at war. I tell MOST the truth you know.

My voice is a hatchet. It’s forgotten how to whisper soft. My mind is a bucket, and it captures the rain sinking through the ceiling, landing on the rooftops. You told me you were filled up with love… I said, “You’ve lost it.” You’ve said a mess of errors, you know not what it costs yet. But I know, i know i know. They say I’ve lost it all. I watched them burn all the pictures of good pain on the beaches. And oh, if this is rock bottom….! Then I say, “God damn! The view from here is breath taking….”

P.s. Of course this is not going on the new record. I wrote it today….
p.p.s. sorry about the different vocal levels. I had to turn my head from the computer so it wouldn’t red line and sound REAL weird…and blury, but in return it sounds quiet and loud and quiet and loud. sorry! I ate way to much egg nog ice cream today and it rained so I could not go outside for a bit. But it smelled so good after.


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