http://www.theseaandwar.com I like to write and make music. I have a sound in my head that I've always been trying to attain, a sort of "noise-pop" hybrid of Transmissions-era Flaming Lips stuff and the singer from Frog Eyes, but with lyrics like Neutral Milk Hotel. Unfortunately, I can't sing. And I'm not that great at writing lyrics. http://krj.bandamp.com/ admin@bandamp.com http://forum.bandamp.com/Audio_Review/4448.html about the beat generation in a way sort of. i'm reading naked lunch right now which is what the last part is all about basically. i uploaded this last night, but i was really tired when i did it and it wasn't really as done as i would have liked it to be. this is after a little while longer of tinkering on it this afternoon. lyrics: where are you going??? everyone is always so romantic. everyone is always a fanatic. they wanna be the best they can be. they wanna be better than me: go ahead. nothing on earth is dramatic. it is all just re-enactment. nothing on earth is new it's been done before, you too. he walks in cool, sly, addictive. he can talk and move and groove. he walks in cool, sly, addictive like stereophonic amplitude. everyone looks and looks and looks. they're buying what he's selling. twenty-something and no job. twenty-something, hair long. living off coffee. drinking your own blood. rutting in circles. running upside down. WHERE DO I GO FROM HERE??? there's a doctor in the corner white hot knives, cold steel C R Y S T A L L I Z E D digging out babies paying off mothers paying off rent paying off junkies with junk and plastic. . . the gutters of tomorrow are the sidewalks of today!!!!!?? the lover loves; the sinner sins;; . . .the poet dies where does it end? Tue, 06 Mar 2007 13:46:08 -0500 http://forum.bandamp.com/Audio_Review/4493.html This is my attempt at writing a more narrative, story-driven song as opposed to just complaining about random things lol Lyrics: Car fumes and upholstry, thriving on apathy, driving to Godknowswhere. Going to Oregon, to California. Gonna see What's-His-Name -- I don't care. Do you really care? White sheets make misery. Driving us blissfully back to where? Saunters like death and cold, talking of marigolds, saying, "Get out of here." "Go away" Coffee and cigarettes, filtering life like this, with orange and fiberglass. Singing for nobodies, berets and guitar strings, hipsters and junkies, fast. This one is old and wise, talking through big blue eyes, singing in one-two-threes. Blue Eyes: "Well life's not free. Hell, you can take it from me. I don't need it anyway." "Are you sure?" "Yes." Shots from above and around and the ground is red with the blood of another. Children are screaming, Blue Eyes is bleeding, it's black and white, film-noir. Spilling coffee, running mothers, Blue Eyes grabs and holds me down. It's like a book. I think Kerouac is writing in my head. It's like a movie. It can't be real. Blue Eyes can't be dead! And he's not. Hold me down, whisper in, tell me everything you want to tell. Hold me close, tell it fast, before your last breath is gone. He says, "I found the secret, I want you to know. Look for blood and marigolds!" I see empty, I see blood and marigolds. I see full, I see blood and marigolds. I see beauty, I see blood and marigolds. I see trash, I see blood and marigolds. I see pain, I see blood and marigolds. I see bliss, I see blood and marigolds. I see convicts, I see blood and marigolds. I see saints, I see blood and marigolds. I see Heaven, I see blood and marigolds. I see Hell, I see blood and marigolds. I see life, I see blood and marigolds. I see death, I see blood and marigolds. Fri, 16 Mar 2007 19:59:40 -0400 http://forum.bandamp.com/Audio_Review/4706.html SCREW THEM ALL WITH THEIR METAL & LIGHTS I'M BRINING OUT THE MAGNETS Fri, 13 Apr 2007 20:53:24 -0400 http://forum.bandamp.com/Audio_Review/4350.html Real title: Everything is Beautiful, Nothing Hurts Inspired by slaughterhouse-five. I'm not really all that happy with it, it's not really the kind of thing i would normally record and the lyrics are sub-sub-par. But... Lyrics: And I don't even want to know it began and I don't even want to know how it will end. All I really want to know is where I am. So it goes. The world's insane. So it goes. The war's still on. So it goes. Here comes the rain. So it goes. And on and on. Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts. So it goes. Sat, 24 Feb 2007 22:47:14 -0500 http://forum.bandamp.com/Audio_Review/4366.html hmm... lyrics: And he said that the world would be a better place without TV and she said, "Really?" And he lied to the birds that flew outside his window. He said, "I know what you wanna do and I know what you're going to, and I won't let you." But all his birds just flew away they won't be back another day because he said that the world would be a better place without TV and she said, "Hey - do you know what it would be?" "I don't know and I really don't care. If you're going to go then go somewhere. The sky can be blue or the sky can be grey. They're both the same so why does it matter anyway?" He said, "You know, the world would be a better place without you or me," and she said, "Don't be silly." And he just scared the birds away while she sat there and cried all day because he said that the world would be a better place without you or me and she said, "Hey - do you know what it would be?" "I don't know and I really don't care. If you're going to go then go somewhere. The sky can be blue or the sky can be grey. They're both the same so why does it matter anyway? I don't know and I really don't care. If you're going to go then go somewhere. I just quit my job today. We're going nowhere, so why does it matter anyway?" Mon, 26 Feb 2007 08:27:06 -0500 http://forum.bandamp.com/Audio_Review/4414.html go have a cigarette! lyrics: moustache, moustache god save the beards! when there's nothing else to do god save the beards! french fork, french fork! god save the beards! cuz its cold outside. god save the beards! mutton chops, mutton chops! god save the beards! if you want to be a man! god save the beards! soulpatch, soulpatch! god save the beards! like saint clement wants us to god save the beards! there are only two kinds of people who go around without beards: boys, and women. I AM NEITHER! The hair on his chin shows him to be a man! The law says: YOU WILL NOT DEFACE YOUR BEARD God save the beards! Don't cut them off! Sat, 03 Mar 2007 21:58:41 -0500 http://forum.bandamp.com/Audio_Review/4346.html this song is about self discovery and maturity, basically. i've been reading "siddhartha" by hermann hesse which kind of influenced the song a lot. lyrics: Intoxicated wastelands of iron and steel; everybody's vying for the personal appeal of the singer, the writer, the newsman, too. Everybody needs his own damn camera crew. The world's not mine: the world is yours. To live in this world means you're a sell-out and a whore. The bank's on fire because no one can get hired and the skies are all lit up from the smoke and the flames and the ashes and the haze of all the broke fuck ups. And if the signal gets stopped by the radio-man, well, I guess it's meant to be. Don't fight the power, don't open your eyes. Stay locked in the bourgeousie. I am so sick of all this Marxist bullshit. And I am so sick of having to justify. I am so sick of God and Darwin. Jesus Christ, how the time flies. When will everyone recognize there's more to life than living lies and getting high and watching our time get shorter? I'm getting older, but I still feel like a kid. Let's go away for a day and never come back again. Let's get all high and mighty with ourselves. Let's ride our high horses into the night. Let's count the stars from California. Let's sleep outside without our sleeping bags. Let's buy some time to write our songs. Let's just go away for a day and never come back again. Let's lose our minds. Let's lose our souls. Let's just go away for a day. Let's just go away. Let's run our fingers through our long hair. Let's learn how to fly. Let's drink tea and wine 'til morning, while the moon is high. We're not grounded now. Sat, 24 Feb 2007 20:40:02 -0500 http://forum.bandamp.com/Audio_Review/4408.html hmm an old song that i thought i would re-record because it's changed since i first recorded it. lyrics: You cry as you bleed through your eyes. Yes, you're blind. You can't see anything, but I can feel it. See him lie. Watch him eat just the rhines of your spine. Can you feel it? I can feel it. I'm the murderous rain king of your life. The air that you breathe's the same air when you die. Your whole life is the unscript realized when you move around in incongruent ways. It's the only way to earn the King's full praise: to be one with nobody, to be one with no one, to be two, to be three, to be for the undone. I'm the murderous rain king of your life. It's about people being uptight and controlling their lives too much. [edited later] oh and those six beats in the beginning are just for my timing when recording, i deleted them in my final cut. Fri, 02 Mar 2007 21:28:09 -0500 http://forum.bandamp.com/Audio_Review/4482.html hrrmm i'm trying to write some more chord-driven guitar songs for when i go busking this summer so i came up with this. lyrics: Slacker, hacker, why are you always bringing me down? It's always empty on the other side. I want more. My mouth is open to receive pieces of cognitive information, bits and bites of life, bits and bites of who I are. Tell me. Condense leather into packets so it's cold and hard, smells like a car. Condense your mind into packets so it's cold and hard, smells like a bar. It's slick like vasoline. It bounces like rubber. It tastes like dirt. It's cold outside. I want to go home. It's claustraphobic, the lights are strobing, I'm seizing in my mind. It's a dynamic disaster, the crumbling of plaster, the ending of empires. It's the fall of a nation, Romantic Revolutions, where all the blood is fake. I'm drowning in oxygen, my feet are asleep, I'm numb and I'm beat. I don't know where I'm going, I don't care where you are. I know I'm here right now. I know I'm going somewhere, or nowhere. Does it really matter either way? You're still the same. I want to be lost. Song basically describes a transformation in my personal philosophies over the past couple of years, I guess. Sun, 11 Mar 2007 19:44:33 -0400 http://forum.bandamp.com/Audio_Review/6340.html Just got a new iMac, playing in garageband. Lyrics are pretty bad, i just wanted to write something quick so i could play with garageband. Sat, 19 Apr 2008 20:19:57 -0400 http://forum.bandamp.com/Audio_Review/4318.html full title is couvrez les oreilles, les voisins! (cover your ears, neighbors). Don't really know what else to say. It's lo-fi, supposed to be indie-ish. [edited] lyrics: eloise you wake up in the night and sing little songs to yourself when you're scared and cold, sad and old, sing louder and louder. the neighbors are covering their ears can't you hear the sounds of the dying of the mourners in the morning, can't you feel the sun burning on your shoulders? Thu, 22 Feb 2007 17:00:22 -0500 http://forum.bandamp.com/Audio_Review/4393.html there are some timing issues but this song is basically a joke and i thought they kind of added to it, so i didn't re-record them/fix them. i was trying to go for like a daniel johnston thing. lyrics: i dun even wanna be here i dun even know where i am i dun even wanna be here i wanna be anywhere, everywhere i dun even wanna be here i dun even know where here is This Ivy League failure with a suit and a beard, he has so much culture you can smell him from anywhere. He's drinking black coffee, he's drinking red wine. He said he read some Marx today, says it was "divine." This prick who can't tell his dick from ass wants me to listen to him? To tell me if [i]I[/i] pass?? I'm done with condescending. Let's all just fuck the sublime. I'm done with this bullshit, done with this waste of my time. I'm too goddamn cynical. I'm not old enough. If I grew some balls maybe I could be tough. As it stands now I'm just a little kid, just some fag on the street suckin everyone's dick. Wed, 28 Feb 2007 17:22:42 -0500 http://forum.bandamp.com/Audio_Review/4488.html more electronic experiments. this time i put some guitar and vox in. lyrics: we try to run away from ourselves we try to run away from globalization hell we try to run away from death and god we try to run away from our songs we try to run away from logic and math we try to run away from the trodden path Thu, 15 Mar 2007 16:00:02 -0400 http://forum.bandamp.com/Audio_Review/4988.html well i stopped writing stuff for a while but here's a new one. lyrically, it goes somthin like the philosopher said "everything in life is dead" well i cant seem to break that rhyme. everytime i try to breathe the wasted tasteless endless breeze i end up living lies. not this time. break away from the scene of this tasteless suburban dream and wake me when i hit the ground... im goin down til i cant get any lower. i am never coming back. hear the telephone ring hear the never-ever-ending scream of everything thats going wrong. i pray to god youre wrong about the bomb and about the lies i was sold and lies ive told. where do i go from here when life aint callin me nowhere and i cant seem to break the rhyme? where do the poets go? i aint got a voice but i got a soul or god at least i hope i do. Fri, 01 Jun 2007 21:19:54 -0400 http://forum.bandamp.com/Audio_Review/4485.html title: who thought they were only mad in the gleam My attempt at some more IDM, electronic stuff. No lyrics this time around. The title is taken from "Howl" by Allen Ginsberg, what with my newfound obsession with beat writers lol. Mon, 12 Mar 2007 16:30:34 -0400