Day #91 - Jesus Dancing on Things

In my many, many years as a nerd, I have built quite a repertoire of useless abilities. One of them was semi-mastery of the principles of Animation through Flash. Not that anything I ever made with it was good, that would require TOO much effort and a PC that could handle effort, but I DID teach myself the basics of animation from it.

So Maria has been forced by her course to make a Flash animation, and to help her out I explained to her most of the basics in a sort of video demo. Which resulted in "Jesus Dancing on Things", a modern masterpiece in art depicting both contemporary views of Jesus' dancing prowess and space-travelling abilities.

Enjoy!

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JESUS DANCING ON THINGS : CLICK HERE!!

Day #90 - From Here To Wherever

Yet another song idea.

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I'll keep praying for you
Though I've forgotten how to pray
It was your footnote
Where I learned I could not stay
By the side of a God
Who could take you away
By the side of a God
Who could say the words they say
I'll keep praying for you
Though I've forgotten how to pray
I'll pray


I'll keep thanking you
After every single plus
That I know I could not have
If you had stayed with us
And it tears me up
When I think of how it could have been
Why can't I wish
Without unwishing?
I'll keep thanking you
After everything
You've done

And I wish and I wish and I wish that we spent more time
If only if only if only I had known what it'd all mean
So long you had been right next to me and I couldn't say---

I have no more right
In fact I have less
But in that light
I do not claim more than I am
We were barely friends
But that's not what concerned me
You kept them OK
And that's all I'd ever need
I have no more right
But I'll be glad for what you did
For me


And I wish and I wish and I wish that we spent more time
If only if only if only I had known what it'd all mean
So long you had been right next to me and I couldn't say---

And I wish and I wish and I wish that we spent more time
If only if only if only I had known what it'd all mean
So long you had been right next to me and I couldn't say---

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And I wish and I wish and I wish that we spent more time
If only if only if only I had known what it'd all mean
So long you had been right next to me and I couldn't say---

And I know and I know and I know that you'll always be
Watching and waiting and caring and keeping them free
I can't ever go back but I know even then I couldn't say what I wanted to say
So from here to wherever you are
Thank you

Day #89 - Stones By The Path

Another song I worked on.

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At nineteen I threw it all away
Ignored the numbers that made the day to day
The nameless faces that structured live and die
The faceless names, the universal sigh

Not once thought of daggerbulletline
Sheltered in fiction, rejection as sublime
Hold by my lover and cradle children three
Live by the ocean, live by the

Sound of my waves crashing down
Whisk me away
Wave crash down
Whisk me away
Oh waves crash down
Come on whisk me away from this shore
I feel sand under foot
Fade and revolt
As the stones by the path
With moss they grow old
Wave crash down
Whish me away from this shore
From this shore

At twenty-six, ever outwards I looked
Content with mine but with others I shook
If I succeed will I still keep my faith
The sacred book of the ignore and

Save who I love
Whisk them away
Who I love
Whisk them away
Those I love, please
Whisk me away from this shore
I feel sand under foot
Fade and revolt
As the salt by the rocks
Fades and dissolves
Wave crash down
Whisk me away from this shore
From this shore
Whisk us away
Whisk us away from this shore
Whisk us away from this shore

I know I want more but what more can I want
Before the people with no names take over my front
Crash down the beach house and steal all that's mine
Oh wave crash down, please save us for now
Wave crash down, and save us for now
Wave slope down, whisk us away
Whisk us away

Day #88 - Get Used To It

It may look like this song is unfinished, but really I was just finished writing for it. Without a structure to continue with, it's best just to leave the lyrical ideas at a comfortable spot and then force them together and apart when you have an actual tune to work with. So here's "Get Used To It".

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You've caught the train
So late
You're in for it this time
The eyes
of straight right
Are idling this time
And who
Were you
When the world came a knocking?
Cause you remind me of someone that I seen before
Yeah remind me of someone that I seen before
And I can't place my finger but I'm sure you'll agree
You remind me of someone not like me

You're here now
So get used to it [x4]

You've caught your breath
So late
You've punctured your insides
The eyes
Of straight right
Are glowering red light
And where
Were you
When the world came a knocking?
Cause you look like you've seen what I've seen before
Yeah look like you've seen what I've seen before
And I can't quite tell but I'm sure you'll agree
It's not a place where you'd fine me

You're here now
So get used to it [x4]

Day #87 - Ready

A song idea I worked on. Not really sure yet if I'm willing to move on with it to the actual songwriting part, but we'll see!

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Entertained the idea from childhood
Possibility of moving onwards and up-wards
But as I lie alone, my thoughts
Begin to condone my child-like mind.

What did I see in leaving this place?
What did I see in moving away?
What did I expect to get when I push away the ones who love me
And carry on working to my grave?

I'm not ready yet
I'm not ready yet
While once I thought I could be alright
Now I challenge myself in low light
Setting goals without asking what do they mean?
While once I thought I could be alright
Now I'm thinking maybe I've lost sight
Setting goals without asking what do they mean?

Take a look at the landscape that arose from my choice
It doesn't compare at all
There could've been people by the window
Now there's no one here at all

I'm not ready yet
I'm not ready yet
While once I thought I could be alright
Now I challenge myself in low light
Setting goals without asking what do they mean?
While once I thought I could be alright
Now I'm thinking maybe I've lost sight
Setting goals without asking what do they mean?

Day #86 - Stay

A rant-poem. Prepare for length.

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Just a messed up kid
I'll always remain
Childhood was great
Can't relive it again
I wish but wishing's a lie
And God never was
The closest may die
But I can't keep up
Every year feels its part
And I'm always afraid
Could I bring children here
Just to feel this again?
Insensitive one second
Hyper the next
Feel pain in my shoulder
Then I'll never relax
Write endless notations
But what do they mean?
Do I aim it for you
Or do I aim it for me?
At least as a child
I could ignore the news
Live life in my box
Happy, friendly, uncool
But proud to be me and
Still usually am
In love and in luck
With ones I can stand
Mental preconceptions
The problem must be
The fear of delusions
Illusions of fame
And illusions of graduer
Though focus is gone
Acceptable standards
A shame for us all
Look up to the old
Look down to the young
The pattern repeats and
as feared, I am one
Yet still clear of mind
Of what's right and what's grey
If blessed of ignorance
I'd lose everything
And I would never give up
I just wish I could stay.

Day #82 - #85 - Don't Die (and Subsequent Work)

SO.

I came up with a relatively easy game idea, playing off the old adventure games from decades ago. My plan is to have a series of interlinking pictures with mild animations between rather than a flowing game. The point is to make decisions and see how far you can get in the game without dying. Pretty simple. But I'm thinking of perhaps implementing rewards for uncovering certain, interesting types of deaths as well. I'd like the game to have around 300 different ways to die, and ultimately only one main decision that wins the game. Should be funny, if done write, if not for strange scenarios then for the randomness of some of the deaths. Nothing is ever as it seems :D

So I spent about 4 days working on this game idea, with linear notes, attempts at branching tree diagrams and expanding those diagrams throughout the days.

I'll let yous know when I get more work done on it. I do have stuff here I could show, but it's a bit unrefined, so I'll save it all for a rainier day (it's quite sunny today).

Day #81 - Beautiful Child

Yet another pretentious poem-song. March was a very pretentious month. But then, you are reading an English students 365 blog! What did you REALLY expect?

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Waited time
The bands come down
To lie between the chair
And television

Turned to the most beautiful child in the universe
And ignored him

Palms thrusted
The blur of time
Summounts in the final track
Ten out of ten

Turned to the most beautiful child in the universe
And ignored him

Something's turned out to be more beautiful [x4]

Tv off and sleep.

Day #80 - A Difference in the Times

Another short poem I wrote one day. As usual, I barely remember writing it. And as usual, it comes off as pretentious as hell, but ah well. When you write, you write.

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What if I made the wrong move tomorrow?
Bag over the head, outside, inside, outside...
Probable plane or left-winged lane to
The exact place few exactly know.

They, with Their capital T and ironed clothing,
Remove the bag and, seated uncomfortably,
Drain all my thoughts from my slots
And cackle vaudevillian finesse.

I plead, but where one man falls two men do not.
Wife, children, family, friends.
My card will say 'no show' and
Into nothing I go.

Shows the difference of the times.
Various Williams feared little, as there was too much to fear.
I fear all with my reasonable amounts.
Particularly in unexistence. There lies a
True end.

Day #79 - On Return to Donegal

Here's a short poem-song I wrote for Maria while in Donegal.

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With grey of sky and hills of red,
A scenic mess conjured instead,
That no one dares hold thankful too
Unless.
Those grey-ish clouds on grey-ish sky
Gave us a reason to stay inside,
Stare out the window and imagine what we
See.
So there I typed with blackened ink,
And you indulged the ground with pink,
And with occasional silence, but comfort, I could
Smile.
There was no need for conversation
At exstatic paces of young exhaustion,
We would chime in our own thoughts and be at
Peace.
And now returned with darkened sea,
Alone, but only physically;
I use my aging memory and
long.
Not to stay, while memory's strong
But one day far, with years undone
To stay with you, where first I knew it,
love.

Day #77 - #78 - Band Practices

In March we had at LEAST two Band Practices.

Which were pretty sweet. We worked on songs, we fucked around with covers, they're a good time!

So here's the marker saying I spent... two days of the month in the creative veil that is BAND PRACTISING.

Day #75 - #76 - Collapse + Work on Collapse

SO I spent two days with a song.

One day writing it and the lyrics, sorting out the chords and structure.
Another day refining it somewhat.

I'd later end up showing it to 2/3 of the band (because Kegan had to skip practice) and they helped structure it further. Was fun to play, loved the work they put into it. But I count that day as a Band Practice, which will be my next post.

This one's just about the two days I spent beforehand working on it.

AND HERE ARE THE LYRICS!

(Note: I repeatedly label 'Bridge' where there should be a Riff. Also, structure has changed somewhat, so not exactly what it is there.)

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I feel this need again
In my skin
In my bones

Don't judge what you can't own
I'm alone
I'm alone

[Bridge]

Still suspect the floorboard's call
Or the phone
Or the phone

Teeth lined up and needs erode
On I go
On I go

[Bridge]
[Chorus]
I know you won't believe
What shutters blinded never see
And before you reach the door
I'm gone, I'm--

[Bridge]

Still suspect the floorboards call
Or the phone
Or the phone

Teeth lined up and needs erode
On I go
Here I go

[Bridge]
[Chorus]
I know you won't believe
What shutters blinded never see
And before you reach the door
I'm gone, I-

Clutch my chest and then collapse
Clutch my chest and then collapse
Clutch my chest and then collapse
Clutch my chest and then I-

[Bridge]
[Bridge]
[Chorus]
I know you won't believe
What windows closed could never breathe
And before you reach the door
I'm gone, I-

Clutch my chest and the collapse
Clutch my chest and the collapse
Clutch my chest and the collapse
Clutch my chest and the collapse
[Repeat 'till fade, building up and harmonising]

Day #74 - Fuck Everything About Fermville

Driven mad by the INSANE Farmville posts I get on my wall every day due to my mother's addiction to it, I made a quick Photoshop piece that I later deemed 'Meh'.

But here it is in all its meh!

Day #73 - Worked on Covers to Songs

In case you haven't gathered, these aren't exactly in order. Just a list of things I did between certain dates. So this update is of 28 creative things I did between today (really March 31st) and the last update (March 3rd).

I made a list of everything I had done, to update when I got a chance. So during those 28 days, I spent at least one of them practising guitar for the band, trying to learn covers.
I attempted to learn Dammit, Knocked Up, Great Expectations, along with a couple of others.

Was fun, but not exciting for a post!

Day #68 - #72 - DISNEYLAND

From the Tuesday 6th to Friday 9th March, Maria and I visited DISNEYLAND RESORT PARIS.

Was a good holiday, was great to go back to Disneyland, but I can't lie and say we weren't disappointed by a few things. Overall though, it was a great holiday! And I spent the four days taking plenty of pictures, but rather than put them up, I'll put up three of my favourite pictures that I took (so they'll be of Maria), and one of both of us, so that evens it out :)

Here they are!

Brilliant ;D

Day #66 - #67 - Work on The Third Person

Another grouping! Yes, in the space of time I used two days to work on The Third Person.

Both were going over the same stuff I'd written and updating it with little things like 'grammar' and 'punctuation'.

Just little things, probably not important in a novel anyway.

:D

Day #63-#65 - Essay Work and Essays

I'm not gonna bore you with individual posts about I had essays, but in the space of time between my last update, I've done two essays and had to spend one day preparing one of them.

Terrible work ethic?

You bet! :D

Day #62 - Learned "I Heard Ramona Sing" - Frank Black cover

...basically speaks for itself. Song was in my head all day, so I learned it on guitar and got it down, practicing it with vocals at the same time.

Sounds alright, probably not well enough to consider putting online with a recording, but enough to pass!

Day #61 - Finalised Structure to "Who Needs Sleep?"

Remember that song "Who Needs Sleep?" I posted up a month or two ago? No?
That's alright. Well, I FINALLY settled on a structure and am now quite happy with it.

Slow, ballad-y sort of song but I'm quite fond of it. And am glad I finally got it all worked out properly!

Day #60 - Band Practice

I think we're still tentatively called 'Animal Roll', but on this day I practised with the band mentioned in the previous post.

Was a sweet start, first proper practice between the four of us, and we started getting into the way of song-writing and improvising and it generally a good time.

I was singing/rhythm-guitaring, in case you were wondering.

Technically wrote a song this day too, tentatively called "Raticate". BASIC AS FUCK but was a good tester for a few things.

Overall, enjoyed.

Day #59 - Pre-Practice

Day before the first band practice since the year began with Andy, Kegan and Dan.

Had to relearn some old covers for a warm-up, so on this day I practised Everlong, Smells Like Teen Spirit and Basket Case.

...Everlong turned out well!

Day #58 - Maria's Door

Went with Maria on a photo hunt for her project, and while I didn't take any pictures myself, I DID spot this lovely door for her portfolio.

Of course, she took a lovely picture of it, but that was my creative contribution for the day ;D

Pretty sweet, huh?

Day #57 - Worked on a Guitar Song

Worked on a guitar song this day.

Structure down, just needs lyrics and some fine tuning, but otherwise, I'm liking it.

I do apologise for all the "Music ones you can't actually see" updates!

Day #56 - Minecraft Return

What do you mean 'Playing Minecraft isn't creative!"? SURE IT IS.
I BUILD SHIT IN IT.

And this day, I started work on a bridge. But you can see the whole thing from a 2D aerial shot here:

Ah, Utopia. How I love ye.

I'll get you some better shots in the future! ;D

In the meantime, you can see the whole map (owned by Eoghan Murray) of the work Eoghan, Andy, Andy, Myself and many others have put into this one big map, here; http://www.eoghanmurray.co.uk/lci

Enjoy ;D

Day #55 - Worked on The Third Person

On this day, I did some further structure work and re-editing to The Third Person (my novel, in case you've forgotten).

Nothing too big or exciting enough to show off, just something to make a use for the day!

Day #54 - The Rose

Here's some lyrics I wrote on this day. Not great, just something I did at random, and this is how it turned out!

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The Rose
Folds
The pedals closed
Wilting in your hand

The Snow
Cold
So rarely bold
Reminds you of your plans

They fold hands each
Into each other
And with free hand Push
You down
And as you crash
Into the snow
You smile at the love
They found

Free the rose
From under hold
And watch the flower grow
Honour the rose
And as it grows
Watch the flower fold

They fold hands each
Into each other
And with a kiss
You fall
But cries mean none
When both you love
With simple kiss
Are one

Free the rose
From under hold
And watch the flower grow
Honour the rose
And as it grows
Watch the flower fold

The Rose
Folds
The pedals closed
Wilting in your hand

The Snow
Cold
So rarely bold
Reminds you of your plans

Free the rose
From under hold
And watch the flower grow
Honour the rose
And as it grows
Watch the flower fold

Day #52 and #53 - Essay Work

On these days, I had to complete an essay, so didn't have much time for creativity.

Unless you count the amount of fictitious content that went into that essay, of course.

I suppose in a way it was creative!

Day #51 - Cup Wars

I was stuck in work this day.

So, naturally, I started taking pictures of shooting workmates with a cup for a hand.

Here is one such image:

It then carried on as Mick (from work) decided to take a few of his own in honour of it all.

^ Shane in preparation on shooting Mick

Mick shooting... himself.

There were plenty more, but unfortunately I can't get them from my phone. But simplicity in itself!