Til It Happens to You (Lady Gaga)

I’m not posting one of my songs today. The one that I meant to post is not quite ready, but I can share what inspired it.

** Trigger warning: both this post and the song are about rape. **

A couple of weeks ago, a friend shared this new song by Lady Gaga, which is as beautiful as it is important and hard to watch. There have been words floating in my mind since then, because I know people who’ve gone through this (both men and women.) I have my own stories, though, in my mind and the way I experienced them, they’re nowhere as harsh as what happens to others.

Every day.

I’ve been writing and erasing a dozen version of this last part of this post, and I realized that there’s much I’d like to say because this subject is close to my heart. But there’s nothing more I want to say now, because I don’t want my ideas distracting you from the video.

Just watch this.

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Sadness and Inspiration

Last week was one of those weeks that sucker punches plans out of the schedule and a good chunk of willpower along with them.

Last week, I lost my friend Tom.

Tom often joked about how I would write him into a story, and I answered that if I did him justice, I’d be critiqued for the lack of realism. Truth be told, trying to capture the essence of that man is a daunting task. I don’t think I’ll ever truly attempt it. I do have bits and pieces, though.

Tom admired the way I bounced back from negative events. He saw right away that I don’t avoid bad feelings; I tackle them, head first. I embrace the pain until I get sick of being miserable. Part of the process to come to term with his passing was to play heavy, dark music and relive memories and conversations. I wrote some of those down. Small glimpses of who he was that may or may not find their way into a story some day.

Once I had written my way to the words I needed to say goodbye, I realized that the happiness I got from our moments together outshines the sadness of loss. I’m thankful that we shared a small piece of each other’s journey through life. I know myself better because of him. I’m stronger for having known him. And though I’m not going to make him a character in a story, the impact he had on my life will transpire through the words for sure.

I’m on the other side of the “bounce back process,” now, able to talk about him with only a dull sense of sadness. Able to return to my plans and schedule. Which now not only include blogging, but also training! I missed the gym.

So this is the reason why I went a bit radio silent last week, and things are going back to normal now. 😉


Time Will Never Tell (acapella song)

 

I only vaguely remember what inspired this song.

Some TV show, that classic scene of a doctor telling the main character that “time will tell” if their loved one would make it. A thought burst in my mind: “What a filthy lie! Time doesn’t talk!” And then I had a voice in my head, getting angry at time.

Ten minutes later, I was singing a song, but it felt incomplete. I’ve been toying with it for three years, coming back to the verses cyclically. I wanted it to have a certain pattern, to tell a certain story with a certain level of details.

Lately, I’ve been listening to a bit more progressive music, and it hit me: I needed the pattern and details. I couldn’t put these last verses in because the song doesn’t want need them.

At least I don’t think it does, anymore. You be the judge!

As usual, this is recorded acapella on my phone, so don’t expect full orchestral, studio quality.

Hope you enjoy! Comments and critics always welcome!

Time Will Never Tell

Time will never tell
Where it went
When it covered its tracks with your smile.

No, it’ll never tell me.

Time will never tell
Where it flew
While we swapped stories about our scars.

No, it’ll never tell me.

So where does it get the right?
Why should I wait for it to tell me
If we can fix this?

And will it stand still at last?
Will it stay here for you because you need it
Just like I need you?

I’ll be here by your side
Getting you to your next breath
I promise I won’t cry much
I would mortgage my soul
To borrow hours for you to heal
And I’ll kill time before it runs out on us

So listen to me, Time
Listen to my plea
‘cause if you come for him
There’ll be nothing distracting me
From tracking you down
From haunting you ‘round the clock
From stalking all your seconds
All your tic and all your toc
So do us all a favor
And tell me he’ll be fine

I’ll be here by your side
Getting you to your next breath
I promise I won’t cry much
I would mortgage my soul
To borrow hours for you to heal
And I’ll kill time before it runs out on us


I Play – Lifeline

This Wednesday on Games’ Bustles, I share my design analysis of the text adventure, “Lifeline.” These points kind of apply to writing, too. 😉

Games' Bustles

In the I Play series, I share my thoughts on the games I play. While these opinions may touch on the general fun/quality of the games, they are meant more as learning opportunities than game reviews. I play with my game designer hat on, looking for things to learn or good examples of things I care about in my designs. This means that I’ll find stuff to critique in an enjoyable game and good lessons in less pleasant experiences as well.

Onward to my first I Play article! I picked a small game so that I can get a feel of how I want to write these (and you can quickly see what you’ll get out of these articles.)

I consider this article spoiler-free as I don’t share any specific plot point.

Game Overview

Lifeline is a text adventure in which the player makes binary decisions to help save Taylor, a student astronaut whose vessel just…

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Butterfly (acapella song)

Several months ago, I was discussing lyrics with an industrial singer-musician who’s interested in having me write for her. Though it’s sometimes tricky to pinpoint where inspiration comes from, in this particular case, the creative leaps came from the following facts:

  • She mentioned wanting to explore symbolism and mysticism.
  • She’s German, and before I left for Hamburg last year, my Quebec NaNoWriMo group started calling me Schmetterling (Butterfly.)
  • Depending of the culture, a butterfly symbolizes positive metamorphosis, the cycle of reincarnation, and the soul.

I wrote the song in a few minutes, and realized that another element had joined the mix: with any transformation, there’s a sense of fragility, and the result is uncertain. Metamorphosis is a leap of faith.

The resulting song doesn’t quite fit the “industrial” aesthetics, but it was a good exercise to get ideas flowing. Like most lyrics I write outside of a specific music project, these came with a singing melody. You’ll find the acapella phone recording below, and the complete lyrics just under that.

Hope you enjoy! Comments and critics always welcome!

Butterfly

Butterfly
He called me
Butterfly
I thought he spoke of my elegance
As I soared on by

Butterfly
He called me
Butterfly
He thought of the sweet fragrance
Of a soul to suck dry

Butterfly
Am I a
Butterfly?
When a new flame beckons
Will I burn again?

Butterfly
You called me
Butterfly
I thought you saw the torn
Membrane of my wings

Butterfly
You called me
Butterfly
You thought of a beauty born
Of needles and pins

Butterfly
Am I a
Butterfly?
When a new flame beckons
Will I burn again?


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