aetherius
biography
I'm lyrical.
I believe some get made and some get sent.
I write to understand the intricacies of the human mind.
We never stop learning from the day we were born to the day we die.
I want to meet people here to collab on songs!
my art: http://toxicangel-moon.deviantart.com/
I believe some get made and some get sent.
I write to understand the intricacies of the human mind.
We never stop learning from the day we were born to the day we die.
I want to meet people here to collab on songs!
my art: http://toxicangel-moon.deviantart.com/
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revival
Back after so long.
My friend has been writing and recording. He plays the guitar, bass, organ, piano. He's making a lot of progress. He still hasn't sung, because he's not sure if he can.
Meanwhile, there's me. I sing to myself, occasionally to my best friends. I don't play any instruments, except only owning a dusty guitar which needs much more love than I'm giving it.
And then there's this girl, http://www.myspace.com/yunaroomrecords , who is where I dreamed I will be at, 7 years ago. She reminds me of myself in many ways.
They are inspiring me to hold on to the dream. To not let go. To pursue it.
And so I need to develop my songs.
First step: Uploading demos to get opinions. When will that come?
My friend has been writing and recording. He plays the guitar, bass, organ, piano. He's making a lot of progress. He still hasn't sung, because he's not sure if he can.
Meanwhile, there's me. I sing to myself, occasionally to my best friends. I don't play any instruments, except only owning a dusty guitar which needs much more love than I'm giving it.
And then there's this girl, http://www.myspace.com/yunaroomrecords , who is where I dreamed I will be at, 7 years ago. She reminds me of myself in many ways.
They are inspiring me to hold on to the dream. To not let go. To pursue it.
And so I need to develop my songs.
First step: Uploading demos to get opinions. When will that come?
sob
i miss bandamp....................
i miss going to the lace chat.............................
i miss discussing lyrics...................................................
i miss listening to the music..............................................................
oh and did i mention the chat?

lalallala
i havent posted lyrics in soo long.......but i aint dead k? I'm just in college........
Lalalalalalalalalalalala....
Lalalalalalalalalalalala....

happy holidays
yea, college life is like scouring for money. I gotta pay for my own food! Sheesh!
I practically was scavenging for coins to do my laundry hahaha....i searched the floor!
Newayz, holidays comin up.
Merry Xmas, Eid Mubarak n Happy New Years!!!!
I practically was scavenging for coins to do my laundry hahaha....i searched the floor!Newayz, holidays comin up.
Merry Xmas, Eid Mubarak n Happy New Years!!!!
college girl arrived!!
hmmm...started college already on saturday.
IT's aite...
i get homesick when i hear the song Mira-E (Kiroro) that japanese song for Final Fantasy lol!
My classes start soon so I'll be busy I guess....
peace
IT's aite...
i get homesick when i hear the song Mira-E (Kiroro) that japanese song for Final Fantasy lol!
My classes start soon so I'll be busy I guess....
peace
Yunalis. Listen to her!
Wondering what the latest indie buzz is on THIS side of the world?
MALAYSIA anyone?
That's where I'm at, people.
And this local new, young, muslim, female singer/songwriter is currently my favourite.
YUNA.
myspace: http://www.myspace.com/yunaroomrecords
youtube: http://www.youtube.com/user/yunazarai
MALAYSIA anyone?
That's where I'm at, people.
And this local new, young, muslim, female singer/songwriter is currently my favourite.
YUNA.
myspace: http://www.myspace.com/yunaroomrecords
youtube: http://www.youtube.com/user/yunazarai
Category: The Pit
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Beautiful Luminanace (draft 1)
We’re a beautiful, beautiful, luminance
We’re a beautiful, beautiful, luminance
We’re a beautiful, beautiful, luminance
Putting our names together
Hoping to go on forever
The trigger;
nervous silence,
and secret letters
Your pretty car,
and journeys together
And the nocturnal artful dreams
We’re a beautiful, beautiful, luminance
We’re a beautiful, beautiful, luminance
We’re a beautiful, beautiful, luminance
I’ll be your words
You’ll be my music
Tinkling keys
and streaming poetry
And we’ll be a song
We’re a beautiful, beautiful, luminance
We’re a beautiful, beautiful, luminance
We’re a beautiful, beautiful, luminance
I’m giving this to you
melody in silence
We’re a beautiful, beautiful, luminance
We’re a beautiful, beautiful, luminance
We’re a beautiful, beautiful, luminance
(I haven't posted here in ages. Please help me... I'm trying to write this song... I've got the basic melody idea... and i want simple yet arresting lyrics... this is just the very rough idea... there is more writing to be done. it's a song for someone. about our friendship. Frankly, I have a fear of writing love songs. I'm serious. But I want to do this)
We’re a beautiful, beautiful, luminance
We’re a beautiful, beautiful, luminance
Putting our names together
Hoping to go on forever
The trigger;
nervous silence,
and secret letters
Your pretty car,
and journeys together
And the nocturnal artful dreams
We’re a beautiful, beautiful, luminance
We’re a beautiful, beautiful, luminance
We’re a beautiful, beautiful, luminance
I’ll be your words
You’ll be my music
Tinkling keys
and streaming poetry
And we’ll be a song
We’re a beautiful, beautiful, luminance
We’re a beautiful, beautiful, luminance
We’re a beautiful, beautiful, luminance
I’m giving this to you
melody in silence
We’re a beautiful, beautiful, luminance
We’re a beautiful, beautiful, luminance
We’re a beautiful, beautiful, luminance
(I haven't posted here in ages. Please help me... I'm trying to write this song... I've got the basic melody idea... and i want simple yet arresting lyrics... this is just the very rough idea... there is more writing to be done. it's a song for someone. about our friendship. Frankly, I have a fear of writing love songs. I'm serious. But I want to do this)
Category: Lyrics Review
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The Forgotten
They say they can change today if tomorrow was yesterday
But their faces betray the black words just a breath away
Caught up in their pollution and clinging to addictions
It’s clear no truth they believe in fiction
Hanging on Fine thin threads invisible to the eye
All tangled up, definitions of their lives
(As I watch crying from here)
In their eyes I can see their lies
In their lies I can see their lives
And in their lives I can see their cries
But tonight
Its just me
Inside
This house
Alone
Nothing
To hold
No crash
Or burn
One, two, the battle is on in their heads
Braving scars and waging wars like living dead
Meetings and fleetings and God-knows-what feelings
condemn their behaviour and favour peace greetings
but, yes, get back safely, warm and cosy inside
all caught up in your perfect little lives
(as I watch crying from here)
In their eyes I can see their lies
In their lies I can see their lives
And in their lives I can see their cries
But tonight
Its just me
Inside
This house
Alone
Nothing
To hold
No crash
Or burn
I Find it hard to be easy
When everyone is killing me
because I am alive
To no one’s eyes
So what does that make me?
Do you even know who I am?
I am a victim of a crime
Just a being forgotten by time
Search for me and all will be fine…
In their eyes I can see their lies
In their lies I can see their lives
And in their lives I can see their cries
But tonight
Its just me
Inside
This house
Alone
Nothing
To hold
No crash
Or burn
The Forgotten, or the working title is Crash...
I hope you are not forgotten, or among the people who have forgotten.
Who are, or who is the forgotten? Many.
Planet Earth.
Animals.
Peace.
Humanity.
Simple sympathy.
Victims of war.
Victims of crimes.
Logical sense..
the list goes on....
But their faces betray the black words just a breath away
Caught up in their pollution and clinging to addictions
It’s clear no truth they believe in fiction
Hanging on Fine thin threads invisible to the eye
All tangled up, definitions of their lives
(As I watch crying from here)
In their eyes I can see their lies
In their lies I can see their lives
And in their lives I can see their cries
But tonight
Its just me
Inside
This house
Alone
Nothing
To hold
No crash
Or burn
One, two, the battle is on in their heads
Braving scars and waging wars like living dead
Meetings and fleetings and God-knows-what feelings
condemn their behaviour and favour peace greetings
but, yes, get back safely, warm and cosy inside
all caught up in your perfect little lives
(as I watch crying from here)
In their eyes I can see their lies
In their lies I can see their lives
And in their lives I can see their cries
But tonight
Its just me
Inside
This house
Alone
Nothing
To hold
No crash
Or burn
I Find it hard to be easy
When everyone is killing me
because I am alive
To no one’s eyes
So what does that make me?
Do you even know who I am?
I am a victim of a crime
Just a being forgotten by time
Search for me and all will be fine…
In their eyes I can see their lies
In their lies I can see their lives
And in their lives I can see their cries
But tonight
Its just me
Inside
This house
Alone
Nothing
To hold
No crash
Or burn
The Forgotten, or the working title is Crash...
I hope you are not forgotten, or among the people who have forgotten.
Who are, or who is the forgotten? Many.
Planet Earth.
Animals.
Peace.
Humanity.
Simple sympathy.
Victims of war.
Victims of crimes.
Logical sense..
the list goes on....
Category: Lyrics Review
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Dear Friend
more towards poetry than song, and still raw... feel free to give comments/suggestions
Dear Friend,
This is a blank page and I’m filling it up with my words
I doubt they mean a thing, I bet they’re worth nothing
Cuz I cant think of anything.
I was going to write letter, a letter just for you
But I was afraid of sounding like a fool
Because I was hoping to…
Say something but I can’t right now
Cuz I just don’t know how…
How do I say I’m sorry?
How do I say I miss you?
How do I say that it’s okay to be afraid, Cuz I am too?
How do I say all this to you?
Dear Friend,
This isn’t a blank page cuz I’ve written down some of my words
I don’t know where this is going, I bet it’s confusing
Cuz I don’t know what I’m saying.
I was going to make it better, better for us two
But I was afraid of what we’ve turned into
Because I was hoping to…
Fix something but I can’t right now
Cuz I just don’t know how…
How do I fix a life?
How do I fix this misuse?
How do I fix a broken state of mind, cuz I have one too?
How do I fix me and you?
Dear Friend,
This isn’t the end.
Dear Friend,
This is a blank page and I’m filling it up with my words
I doubt they mean a thing, I bet they’re worth nothing
Cuz I cant think of anything.
I was going to write letter, a letter just for you
But I was afraid of sounding like a fool
Because I was hoping to…
Say something but I can’t right now
Cuz I just don’t know how…
How do I say I’m sorry?
How do I say I miss you?
How do I say that it’s okay to be afraid, Cuz I am too?
How do I say all this to you?
Dear Friend,
This isn’t a blank page cuz I’ve written down some of my words
I don’t know where this is going, I bet it’s confusing
Cuz I don’t know what I’m saying.
I was going to make it better, better for us two
But I was afraid of what we’ve turned into
Because I was hoping to…
Fix something but I can’t right now
Cuz I just don’t know how…
How do I fix a life?
How do I fix this misuse?
How do I fix a broken state of mind, cuz I have one too?
How do I fix me and you?
Dear Friend,
This isn’t the end.
Feels Like November
more towards poetry than song, and still raw... feel free to give comments or suggestions.
A thousand excuses dig into my skin,
crawling its way through open sores,
and though I’ve seen it all before,
I let them fade into myself hoping it will light up my life, inside out, once again.
“Don’t ever fall victim to these thousand parasites, ever, they’re just waiting to take over,” the voice once said.
But I simply ignored this advice…again.
Cuz I’ve been waiting till I had no memories of a smile…
And I gave up after awhile…
The stars reminded me of the shared sky,
but the moon made me feel alone,
cuz nobody ever called my phone,
so I let the rain fall hoping it will wash away myself, forever gone, once again.
“Don’t ever fall victim to the melancholic rain, ever, they’re just waiting to wash over,” the same voice said.
But I simply ignored this advice…again.
Cuz I’ve been waiting till I had no memories of a smile…
And I gave up after awhile…
It’s still June but it feels like November
Feels like November
Cuz I’ve been waiting till I had no memories of a smile…
And I gave up after awhile…
Cuz I’ve been waiting till I had no memories of a smile…
And I gave up after awhile…
A thousand excuses dig into my skin,
crawling its way through open sores,
and though I’ve seen it all before,
I let them fade into myself hoping it will light up my life, inside out, once again.
“Don’t ever fall victim to these thousand parasites, ever, they’re just waiting to take over,” the voice once said.
But I simply ignored this advice…again.
Cuz I’ve been waiting till I had no memories of a smile…
And I gave up after awhile…
The stars reminded me of the shared sky,
but the moon made me feel alone,
cuz nobody ever called my phone,
so I let the rain fall hoping it will wash away myself, forever gone, once again.
“Don’t ever fall victim to the melancholic rain, ever, they’re just waiting to wash over,” the same voice said.
But I simply ignored this advice…again.
Cuz I’ve been waiting till I had no memories of a smile…
And I gave up after awhile…
It’s still June but it feels like November
Feels like November
Cuz I’ve been waiting till I had no memories of a smile…
And I gave up after awhile…
Cuz I’ve been waiting till I had no memories of a smile…
And I gave up after awhile…



