What a shame.
General | Posted 12 years agoWhat a shame, life's just a game, and I feel I just lost today. I hope you know I'm sorry I never got to know you, but I'm sure you don't mind if I say I may never have. You see there was way to much to know, there wasn't any time, 12 hours to live turned to 30 minutes, I was too late to start, and I know I said it once but I'm still sorry. I hope everything was well and I'm sure it was peaceful when you went, I'de bet on it. But what a shame, everyday just seems like the same thing to me.
You know you weren't in this song when I started to write it? Well life couldn't decide if you should still spread happiness or die, and I'm sure we got the end end of the shortest stick, where death fucks us over in a way where we just can't see where the line starts, where it ends I can't be sure, but I know we've been standing here forever. It's like a game where every level just drills into your brain, you can't ever know which level is the last but you know every one just kills you a little bit more. I hate to live that way, knowing you can never get better but that's the way this game is, and life just makes it insane.
What a shame, life's just a fucking game. We all just lost today.
You know you weren't in this song when I started to write it? Well life couldn't decide if you should still spread happiness or die, and I'm sure we got the end end of the shortest stick, where death fucks us over in a way where we just can't see where the line starts, where it ends I can't be sure, but I know we've been standing here forever. It's like a game where every level just drills into your brain, you can't ever know which level is the last but you know every one just kills you a little bit more. I hate to live that way, knowing you can never get better but that's the way this game is, and life just makes it insane.
What a shame, life's just a fucking game. We all just lost today.
A question to all of my watchers.
General | Posted 12 years agoYou may be familiar with my music, so I feel like I need to ask a question.
Do you think my songs would be better if they had vocals? I've been working on singing for a while, but I never put any vocals in my own songs, although there is evidence on my computer that shows I have attempted it numerous times. so that is my question to all of you. Should there be vocals?
Do you think my songs would be better if they had vocals? I've been working on singing for a while, but I never put any vocals in my own songs, although there is evidence on my computer that shows I have attempted it numerous times. so that is my question to all of you. Should there be vocals?
My piano died today.
General | Posted 13 years agoNo more recording with it. I am piano-less.
What annoys me most about furries:
General | Posted 13 years agoWhen they make their fursona, or a character, unbelievably perfect in every way, and all around just a big ol' Mary Sue.
In real life, everyone has FLAWS, you character can NOT be realistic in any way if they don't have flaws. Maybe this annoys me only because I'm going into a writing career, but still.
I just saw someone who made their fursona an elemental GOD. I don't care how great you think you are, you are not an elemental god >:I
BTW I'm still sick.
In real life, everyone has FLAWS, you character can NOT be realistic in any way if they don't have flaws. Maybe this annoys me only because I'm going into a writing career, but still.
I just saw someone who made their fursona an elemental GOD. I don't care how great you think you are, you are not an elemental god >:I
BTW I'm still sick.
I think I am dying. (Delays maybe.)
General | Posted 13 years agoI can't move, everything hurts, my hearing is gone, I have an attention span of nothing, I can't sleep, eating and breathing is really hard.
WELP, time to do musics.
WELP, time to do musics.
A Life Altering Experience.
General | Posted 13 years ago So I was doing a little community service a few days ago, in this church where all of these old people gather during the day. They watch movies, play pool and everything like that. My job was to make sure that everyone had something to do, and everyone was kept busy. So I played pool, watched movies with them, played wii bowling with a few people, and everything was fine. They had a piano over at the side of the room, and I guess you could say I consider music my forte, so I decided to open it up and start playing.
What happened next was simply amazing. I started to play my own song, "Memories," and improvising a little bit as well, and this old lady comes over and sits down near the piano. I didn't see her at first, but then I heard her after a while, humming along with the piano.
"You play very well for such a young kid," she said. I nodded and smiled back to her. Once the song finished she smiled and said, "That was a nice song, I have never heard that one before." She paused for about half of a minute while I started playing around with the piano again and then she asked "Do you know who wrote it?" I looked up from the piano and was about to give her the answer, but something stopped me. Something inside of my head stopped me from telling her that I was the one who wrote that song.
"Ruairi Wolf," I ended up saying. She nodded. "He isn't very well known really, so I'm not surprised if you have never heard it before." She nodded once more, and then laughed.
"It's funny how much you can get from a song," she started, "You can learn a whole lot about an artist by the music that they create, just by listening."
"How can you tell?" I asked, "There aren't any lyrics to the song or anything."
"Boy, I'll tell you this, music does not need words to make sense, music is a language of its own." She said, as she put her hand on the piano. "What you see here is a translator, one of thousands of kinds." She paused for a bit, and then smiled again. "This Ruairi person can use this language well, even if he doesn't know how, sometimes it just comes from the soul." She then shook her finger at me, "I bet I can tell you exactly what Ruairi was trying to say with these notes." I couldn't help but laugh and ask:
"Alright, what do you think he was trying to say?"
"The song starts off nice and bright, which usually means everything was happy in the beginning, then it stayed steady, maybe even got faster and brighter, and then it seemed like something was missing... like you just ended up not playing the center-part of the song." She got up out of her seat and continued, "It sounded somewhat like a memory someone was trying to forget, like... like someone had just left, a family member, or maybe just a friend, someone special at the very least." I was shocked, I had not told her the title, and she had basically guessed it. "Memories." I couldn't even remember why I made that the title in the first place, but what she said seemed absolutely true, and once I thought about it, it just was true. I had written a small short paragraph that goes with the song. Everything she described is in there. A friend passing away, and a repressed memory. How could someone know the meaning of MY song better than ME? "Well, it looks like its time for me to leave, the bus is finally here." She started walking toward the door, and turned back only for a second. "I actually forgot to ask you for your name... but I don't think that is needed." She said with a smile, "Because I think I already know what it is."
What happened next was simply amazing. I started to play my own song, "Memories," and improvising a little bit as well, and this old lady comes over and sits down near the piano. I didn't see her at first, but then I heard her after a while, humming along with the piano.
"You play very well for such a young kid," she said. I nodded and smiled back to her. Once the song finished she smiled and said, "That was a nice song, I have never heard that one before." She paused for about half of a minute while I started playing around with the piano again and then she asked "Do you know who wrote it?" I looked up from the piano and was about to give her the answer, but something stopped me. Something inside of my head stopped me from telling her that I was the one who wrote that song.
"Ruairi Wolf," I ended up saying. She nodded. "He isn't very well known really, so I'm not surprised if you have never heard it before." She nodded once more, and then laughed.
"It's funny how much you can get from a song," she started, "You can learn a whole lot about an artist by the music that they create, just by listening."
"How can you tell?" I asked, "There aren't any lyrics to the song or anything."
"Boy, I'll tell you this, music does not need words to make sense, music is a language of its own." She said, as she put her hand on the piano. "What you see here is a translator, one of thousands of kinds." She paused for a bit, and then smiled again. "This Ruairi person can use this language well, even if he doesn't know how, sometimes it just comes from the soul." She then shook her finger at me, "I bet I can tell you exactly what Ruairi was trying to say with these notes." I couldn't help but laugh and ask:
"Alright, what do you think he was trying to say?"
"The song starts off nice and bright, which usually means everything was happy in the beginning, then it stayed steady, maybe even got faster and brighter, and then it seemed like something was missing... like you just ended up not playing the center-part of the song." She got up out of her seat and continued, "It sounded somewhat like a memory someone was trying to forget, like... like someone had just left, a family member, or maybe just a friend, someone special at the very least." I was shocked, I had not told her the title, and she had basically guessed it. "Memories." I couldn't even remember why I made that the title in the first place, but what she said seemed absolutely true, and once I thought about it, it just was true. I had written a small short paragraph that goes with the song. Everything she described is in there. A friend passing away, and a repressed memory. How could someone know the meaning of MY song better than ME? "Well, it looks like its time for me to leave, the bus is finally here." She started walking toward the door, and turned back only for a second. "I actually forgot to ask you for your name... but I don't think that is needed." She said with a smile, "Because I think I already know what it is."
Question! (Kind of important.)
General | Posted 13 years agoIf you guys have seen my last submission, http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9865984/ , you probably know that I am thinking about switching recording interfaces. I just want your opinion on the quality of the sound and such. I know it is a bit quiet but I can fix that. I'm about to spend a whole lot of money on this too, so I might as well get opinions! ^^
Starting over.
General | Posted 13 years agoHello! My Name is Ruairi! I'm going to be living on this page for a while composing music and stuff! So, see you around? :D
Don't you wish it could be that easy? :/
Don't you wish it could be that easy? :/
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