Rooms
And never again is heard more and more
Pull the knives from the table and we’re out the door
And you’re alone again and again and for sure
We’ll be back and you know how it feels to be trapped
And never again is heard more and more
With a mask on your face going out for more
And you’re alone again and again and for sure
Your attack will be silent and carefully mapped
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Exponents IV
Sickness somehow equals productivity. With my sore-throat at hand, I took to the EQs and worked out the levels on the chorus a bit. Richer, fuller, more loud: all totally okay words to describe the way the vocals sound. This is probably some of the most complicated (yet listenable) sound design I’ve come up with to date, probably the least spectacular song form ever. Sounds best when turned up to +11.
You’re closing in on the other side
We’ll be waiting here until you arrive
Night after night you cut your stride
Now how much farther?
How much time?
Do we have to wait?
Until we have it all
Until we get a break,
Until we can be tall enough to see what it’s like to fall.
Your locusts sing for the end of time
We can hear them bleed from a thousand miles away
Night after night you’ll dull your mind
Keep an even keel over wasted time
Filed in: ted james music better off ted free
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Coma
I have been working on Coma since January. From a workload perspective it’s a monster. There are so many parts that it is becoming more and more difficult to manage and master. This is the most recent version as of today, and at this point is all running live (MIDI). The only pre-recorded parts are my vocals. At this point, most of the lyrics in place. I did manage to add the bridge last night, but am still shy a few verses.
Hey now
I can see you standing there
Yeah it’s a wonder I’m not dead
I’ve been laid out here for days, I guess
I can’t seem to move myself
That seems hardly different from any any other day I’m dealt
And as far as I can tell there is no Heaven or Hell
Which is fine with me
I couldn’t stand to think that I’d be going somewhere else
All my preconceived notions realized
Secretly hoping every night
To wake up feeling something
To wake up feeling nothing somewhere else
Even after I’ve been silenced We’ll be looking back on where the time went
Fingers crossed and eyes defiant
Always thinking there’s a way to find it
Filed in: ted james music coma new album better off ted
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