I'm going to occasionally post the words to some of Quasimodo's songs, at least those presently available on the Purevolume site, and yes, we're working on refining some of our current creases, admittedly they are aplenty..
Can't see much progress in our hope of recording more music, cause the various personal commitments threaten to stretch the start of serious rehearsals to even early '07.
Ode To You
Your love is like a baby,
Watching her mom kill herself.
She saw it happen,
But didn't know what it meant,
Till maybe she's older,
Where she will finally understand.
Our love is like those dried leaves,
Falling from above.
Already dead, but being stepped upon
Or being blown away
To all places, but to none.
I want to fit in you,
But want to get out too.
Sometimes it makes me feel,
More like a heartless fool.
But She tries her sweetest best
To get those cars to crash into me.
Go on and please yourself.
Your love is like us going
Somewhere to find calm,
Only to be faced
With noises from urban hype
The wind caresses me,
But that traffic just won't stop
Our love is like those dew drops
Drying up on its own
After the storm
That raged the night before
If only it could be saved
But there is nothing left, for now
Go on and please yourself.
A Brief Synopsis of "Ode To You":
Behind the apparent suspicions of it being a love recital (note the title), is the apparent intent to hide the true sarcasm of the protagonist.. This song is essentially about a broken cause, of feelings torn to the point of no respite.
It pokes at the superficiality of urban relationships, where true feelings are often hidden beneath a canvas of lies and hypocrisy. Its even more resonant when the other has the protagonist wrapped around her finger, succumbing to her every whim & fancy, typical of relationships nowadays.
This is narrated within a backdrop of imagery comparing both nature & urbanity to create a contrast that not all things urban are as refined & civilised as it seems.
I'm thinking of posting my personal take on 10 notable albums for the past year('05), but lets see if time permits. Cheerio.
Rant 1:24 AM of Azmie
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