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Faces In Leaves
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FACES IN LEAVES - DECEMBER 2010

the autumn night is warm
filled with bats and swallow swarm
the field of rye sways - symmetry
beyond; the woods - your cemetery

slowly swings the rocking chair
a breath of whisky in the air
mixed with dust - a melody
circling through the withered leaves

I see faces in leaves
all the places that be
oh they haunt me
and make me think of you

I see faces in leaves
all the arms of the trees
they embrace me
but they can't bring me you

a creaking creeps through the floor boards
your wooden leg lone on the porch
your silver bottle is my friend
til memory lane is desolate

the clouds unfold and they transform
rolling in a thunder storm
the windy sky is thick and heaves
twirls about the withered leaves

I see faces in leaves
in the places that be
oh they haunt me
and make me think of you

I see faces in leaves
all the hands of the trees
they caress me
but they can't bring me you

the autumn night is warm
it fills my head, swallows me whole
I feel my eyes sway - symmetry
beyond; the woods - your cemetery

the autumn night is warm
I'm rolling like a thunder storm
the windy sky is thick, I heave
I twirl around the withered leaves

I see faces in leaves
in all the places that be
oh they haunt me
and make me think of you

I see faces in leaves
and all the arms of the trees
they embrace me
but they, they can't bring me you

I see faces in leaves
all the places that be
oh they haunt me
and make me think of you

I see faces in leaves
all the branches of the trees
they embrace me
but they can't bring me you

(ingredients: Mei Ling's squeaky toilet door, a glass water bottle flute, a finger harp, a mmmba choir, a tududududu choir, a sigh and a whistle, a lead vocal, a rustling leaves sample, a bird wing sample, a bats sample, a cricket field sample, a sample of one thunder drum, a good microphone)
 
RECIPE OF HOW IT CAME TO BE

Once upon a time, on a rainy day, I found an ancient sound editing program (audition 1) hidden on my big old granny computer. I have no idea where it came from, for I had definitely not added it, but it must have been hanging out there for quite some years already.

The program is so old that it doesn't allow much more than simple editing. However, I found that this limitation - with it's modest toys - provided a large playground and endless imagination (while having too many and too detailed toys to play with usually kills all the fun).

Playing around with it, I recorded a voice - with the microphone of my headset - that demanded a choir. So, having no other singers around, I recorded some more. The choir came to live and demanded other instruments.

But I only had two instruments laying around, a clarinet and a guitar. The clarinet I hadn't played for a long time, I never quite mastered playing the guitar and, despite my efforts, I did not find any musicians hidden in any of the cupboards.

For recording, I was stuck to my little bedroom (the wires of the headset are rather short and my old granny computer found unmovable), so I went hamstering about the house and dragged whatever objects that could produce some kind of sound back into the bedroom and then waited for them to tell me what they wanted to do (very rarely I used a sample, found in the webs somewhere or recorded with my mobile phone).

While the words and melodies poured out of my fingers, mouth, nose and ears, I couldn't get myself to stop. I didn't sleep, I didn't eat, the time passed without a glance in the mirror or on the clock.

Practically every night, one could find me imitating percussion, trumpets and singing saws and banging about on household equipment with ...other household equipment (you can view the ingredients below the lyrics of each song), while sitting in my little bedroom, between the pillows.

After a few songs and a few weeks living like that, my cat was fed up by the neglect and resolved to confront me, making me realise that it's actually quite neccessary to eat, sleep and moreover, wash myself (as well as the pillows).

So these days, I put some effort in taking care of the household again. The pillows get their fresh cover on regular basis and I make sure to spend a lot of quality time with my cat. But, occasionally I return to wander the roads of midnight madness to make more music.
 
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