I ditched the crappy songs I recorded earlier this year and recorded high-quality copies of them with my equipment I got for my birthday. I also recorded a new one that can be seen here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lSafVKTzsEI
The new track listing--
1. Determination
2. Our Heartbeat
3. Silent Echoes
4. City Lights
5. Waves of Snow
6. Leave With What You Have
Looking forward to the release of my album, Sleep Talking. Buy it.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Beautiful Intentions
Sometimes pain can make you stronger and turn you to things that are better. As soon as you leave them behind, you can endure more and you find something more important to worry about.
Yesterday, my friends took me to the mall for a pick-me-up after my awful week. I pretty much forgot everything that had happened earlier that week, while discovering how love is much easier without being confined by labels such as boyfriend and girlfriend. Now, I'd much rather respond with "Him? Oh, he's my bestie," than "Oh, we're going out."
As stated in the previous blog, before me and that guy were going out, we were best friends. I was foolish enough to turn the friendship into an immature relationship, and faced myself too early with heartbreak. I thought I could never find another friend like him.
Yesterday, multiple friendships spawned and grew, and I feel very happy sharing affection with all of my friends without labeling them. Hugs and such make you feel good even when they aren't from somebody you call your boyfriend.
Learning is a part of growing up.
xx Milky
Yesterday, my friends took me to the mall for a pick-me-up after my awful week. I pretty much forgot everything that had happened earlier that week, while discovering how love is much easier without being confined by labels such as boyfriend and girlfriend. Now, I'd much rather respond with "Him? Oh, he's my bestie," than "Oh, we're going out."
As stated in the previous blog, before me and that guy were going out, we were best friends. I was foolish enough to turn the friendship into an immature relationship, and faced myself too early with heartbreak. I thought I could never find another friend like him.
Yesterday, multiple friendships spawned and grew, and I feel very happy sharing affection with all of my friends without labeling them. Hugs and such make you feel good even when they aren't from somebody you call your boyfriend.
Learning is a part of growing up.
xx Milky
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Heartbreak
In either early February or late January of 2010, I wrote a song called Leave With What You Have. It was a breakup song influenced by my imagination and other pop songs I had heard, since I had never had a boyfriend or love to base it upon. It was generic and stereotypical. I still enjoy listening to it though, and it was one of my favorite creations.
In September, five days after my birthday, I had my first boyfriend. I thought loved him, and I poured out my heart and emotions to him. He told me he'd always love me, and that I was the only reason he even went on. I was a sucker for romantic, emotional boys. I held on to every word he said, and I trusted him with my life. I would always remember the memories we shared, and I was convinced our love would last forever. I was nothing but a lovesick daydreamer.
Four days ago, the object of my 'undying' affection led me into the school hallway and said the four most painful words I had ever heard;
"We should break up."
I went into immediate shock. I still can't believe how stupid I was, ruining our amazing friendship--and I couldn't believe him for lying and playing with my heart. I don't know what I'm going to do. A painful, just-got-stabbed-in-the-chest feeling follows me through my class periods and everyday activities. The bubbly, happy girl has left me and been replaced by some melancholy spirit. I thought breakups were for unlucky people when I wrote that song, but now I'm faced with a grotesque, evil reality. Boys are liars. And me? I'm just a gullible child.
I was singing out new ideas for songs in the shower this morning. I came up with something like this.
In all reality
Your sweetness has demolished me
The only one that made me cry
Is the only one who can save my life
I promised I'd remember all our brighter days
It's hard to imagine you and I parting ways
You said you'd love me for forever and always
To you forever's over now, you've left me in dismay
I'm not quite finished.
Until then, I'll tell myself....
Tomorrow is another day.
xx Milky
In September, five days after my birthday, I had my first boyfriend. I thought loved him, and I poured out my heart and emotions to him. He told me he'd always love me, and that I was the only reason he even went on. I was a sucker for romantic, emotional boys. I held on to every word he said, and I trusted him with my life. I would always remember the memories we shared, and I was convinced our love would last forever. I was nothing but a lovesick daydreamer.
Four days ago, the object of my 'undying' affection led me into the school hallway and said the four most painful words I had ever heard;
"We should break up."
I went into immediate shock. I still can't believe how stupid I was, ruining our amazing friendship--and I couldn't believe him for lying and playing with my heart. I don't know what I'm going to do. A painful, just-got-stabbed-in-the-chest feeling follows me through my class periods and everyday activities. The bubbly, happy girl has left me and been replaced by some melancholy spirit. I thought breakups were for unlucky people when I wrote that song, but now I'm faced with a grotesque, evil reality. Boys are liars. And me? I'm just a gullible child.
I was singing out new ideas for songs in the shower this morning. I came up with something like this.
In all reality
Your sweetness has demolished me
The only one that made me cry
Is the only one who can save my life
I promised I'd remember all our brighter days
It's hard to imagine you and I parting ways
You said you'd love me for forever and always
To you forever's over now, you've left me in dismay
I'm not quite finished.
Until then, I'll tell myself....
Tomorrow is another day.
xx Milky
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