Euryale

Е, то в главата ми е, но не мога да направя музиката, защото нито мога да я пиша нито да свиря.

В случай, че на още някой му трябва текстописец, скайпа ми е death_fairyy My mind’s a pile, and I think it’s twitching My soul gains flesh and I hear her bitching She says she won’t spill blood for their thirst She’d rather save it for the cursed The trinkets caught in her hair they’re pulling But, see, their pain, it’s just not worth dulling You can’t lick wounds with a poisoned tongue And expect the ache to be undone There’s real struggle among the mob Will they slice her, or will they make her sob But nothing is nicer than knowing that you’re wiser When they’re only a self-conquered blob They will break the jaw that chews their food They want her strapped back and they want her nude But she will only stack their bodies on her back And throw away all that can’t be chewed My thoughts are racing, and I think she is aware And she knows how I want to take her share And neither of us will let go of it first ‘Cause she’d rather save it for worst I know fairly well we’re both wretched beings But I can’t believe just what I am seeing She will put an end to our favorite toy Just to see what my rage will destroy I see her teeth sink right through its core And swallow slowly what we both adore ‘Cause she is this lowly and what she wants is solely To make place so we can hunt for more This is what we go through every day And every time there’s nothing I can say She’s the laughing mime and my partner in crime She’s the one to always make me play

Искам да видя мнението ви за този текст и да чуя вашата критика към него : The most cherished skills of mine are sleeping under the snow They wait until the crowd is ready for the show Undressed and skinned as they try to fit their taste Trembling with fear that their existence will go to waste And they are in lullabies and a siren's song They are only scared of doing something wrong They cast aside all else I can be Just so they can show off all of me Little do they know,I have tried to show Their empty eyes ready to consume all the beckoning The hearts I tried to lift with my only gift Without seeing the price of the reckoning And as I hold still,is it against my will? Is there an earth's hole made for me to fill? They've cut their wings in ribbons and braided them in their hair Too unfinished to amaze,and way too kind to scare Washed off the blood, left only dried veins Gather it all,improvise so that nothing unused remains They've decorated me with crystals and nails They're ready to deprave me,if all else fails They hold the threads,a needle flashes They've measured the pain and thought through all the gashes Little do they know,I have tried to show Their glorious work,ready to consume all the beckoning The dreams I tried to lift with my only gift Maybe seeing the price of the reckoning And as I hold still,it's not against my will I am just waiting until I launch to catch the thrill And all around begins to fade in circles I drew with my finger In this world that they have made,all for me,a place to linger My voice's echo is my guide,the light's too much for me to see This dream place turns out a bit too wide,but it's all I want to be Little do they know,I desire to show Our glorious work,ready to consume all the beckoning The pride I tried to lift with my only gift Finally seeing the price of the reckoning And as I hold still,it's not against my will I am just waiting until I launch to catch the thrill Little do they know,I desire to show Our glorious work,ready to consume all the beckoning The pride I tried to lift with my only gift Finally seeing the price of the reckoning And as I hold still,it's not against my will I am just waiting until I launch to catch the thrill

Ако някой има нужда от текст за песен или просто идея как да напише свой, съм готова да помогна. Д/г това представляват текстовете ми, но мога да пиша каквото и да е, от романтика до брутализъм, от текстове с дълбок смисъл до неуловими за нормалните човешки сетива простотии с неочакван край : Замислен Седи той замислен,самотен младеж. В очите му - огън,в косата му - скреж, а в ръка стиска последния спомен от миг-цяла вечност,с край гръмоломен. Дланта му е синя с отенък червен, а той седи си,застинал във плен на спомен за допир с тази ръка, нечия друга и също така вперил бе поглед трскав в онази, която спаси го и после погази. Обзеха го сълзи и силно поиска металния спомен,който той стиска Да изчесне сякаш не е съществувал и да си беше сам душата лекувал Но само студа продължи да пронизва меката плът,която сякаш прогризва и заспа там,замислен младеж. Душата му - пепел,тялото - леш. My Shovel Your Grave Sweat on my forehead Shovel in my hands 'Cause you bled with regret Thinking no one understands I dug out your bones From the grave you chose so long ago Among the rocks and stones As dry as you have been before I guess your skull's always been so empty Thrown away everything,without even knowing what Would happen,darling,if you had never done that Not that brokenhearted,you made it so Everybody knows you've always been a flaw Same hollow look inside these empty holes - your eyes Some saw it coming,to others it was a surprise But one thing's for sure - the life that you led Was of a fool with no respect,so you're better off dead So young and so wrong It's always been so clear Your internal war'd go too far Don't you think,my dear? I still keep that letter Sent to me by your two dirty hands I knew you're not getting better I tried to help until the last of your pretends Grief is the mother of all dead hearts You came to hate your own dying pride Taken over by all the arts Pain finds its way and there's nowhere to hide

При мен стана ето така : Първо, както всички, започнах с граулове. Те са лесни д/г, трябва само да ревеш все едно искаш да комуникираш с едра маймуна в зоопарка. С времето ще можеш все по-дълго да поддържаш тона и ще ти свършва въздуха все по-малко, но не забравяй да го пееш, а не просто да повтаряш думите на избрания от теб вокал. След това си пусни някоя група, чиито висок скриймо вокал не е толкова труден. Аз започнах с Jack Off Jill. Надуй си музиката и свободно кряскай с пенето. Може да не се получи изведнъж, но идва един момент, в който ти проблесва и го правиш без проблем. Ако гласа ти не звучи 1 към 1 с това, което чуваш, не се паткай, може да не грешиш, а просто гласа ти да е такъв. При този тип пеене има специфичност навсякъде. Някои звучат все едно повръщат, други - все едно имат нужда от незабавен ексорсизъм. Отначало може да те боли гърлото и да прегракваш, но с времето ще стане по-лесно, стига да започнеш по правилен начин. Много зависи и от вида на песните, които искаш да пееш, но би трябвало да стане ако се водиш по нюха си.

Имах такъв проблем и все още си го имам д/г, но незнам дали твоя е като моя. Бях сигурна, че ще фалшивея на високите тонове и ги пях на фалцет, но след като един ден се самозабравих и скриймвах към 2 часа, вместо фалцет излизаше само въздух и нямах избор, освен да пея с цяло гърло и се получи. Незнам дали ще ти помогне, може би ти е дотам диапазона, но ако мислиш, че ще ти помогне, пробвай.