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Merry Christmas!
Commission 2 of 3 for Jerre Dye
Song for his father
Instrumental version:
https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=183914
$50 base price
+$5 vocals
+10 lyrics
+30 session musician
__________
$95
Music composed and performed by Buck Riley
Lyrics by Buck; Spoken word section from "Cicada" by Jerre Dye
Violin performed by Pacato Pace
fa!pacato
Pacato
Notes for this commission:
Dad - Stories about his childhood? sad ones, shitty childhood.
Stylistically similar to Mom
They'd be way into Coldplay
Every year, he gives Dad a journal
"Write the book" "Tell your story" "Say who you are, have been, are becoming."
Scavenger's Waltz - tonal, quality wise
The older I get, the more I have in common with you.
Cicada
I see myself in you.
The older he gets, the more connected we get
Sort of absent in childhood, but always working to make sure we got the best.
Climbing a tree - sad and beautiful - safety from harm - not just hiding, but seeing the stars - always something beyond, something out there bigger, brighter, more beautiful than you can ever imagine - sense of adventure
Something to conquer, a male sensibility
Running liquor illegal.
Self-made businessman, a successful man.
growing up is muscular, visceral, transcend, not merely endure, but prevail.
I believe that man will not merely endure. He will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance.
William Faulkner
Lyrics:
Legs hang from branches.
Hands wet with dew,
Reaching for star shine,
Safe under the moon.
There's so much beyond.
That much you knew.
You were sewn in hard soil,
And you still took root,
Climbed higher. Never stopped.
Became a man, and conquered the dark.
As you grow, I grow.
Wiser in age, I understand.
There was a time when I didn't know
Just how much of what I am is you.
"My body is your body.
Soon your ribs will bellow in earth
Your hands will seem like a stranger’s.
Your shoulders will sink deeper inside,
pulling you towards hidden springs beneath the rock.
Your wings will fold inward and become muscle.
And when this body moves…
…it will carry you…
…like dark wolves driving night into dawn.
You will be hungry. And you will not stop."
Commission 2 of 3 for Jerre Dye
Song for his father
Instrumental version:
https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=183914
$50 base price
+$5 vocals
+10 lyrics
+30 session musician
__________
$95
Music composed and performed by Buck Riley
Lyrics by Buck; Spoken word section from "Cicada" by Jerre Dye
Violin performed by Pacato Pace
fa!pacato
PacatoNotes for this commission:
Dad - Stories about his childhood? sad ones, shitty childhood.
Stylistically similar to Mom
They'd be way into Coldplay
Every year, he gives Dad a journal
"Write the book" "Tell your story" "Say who you are, have been, are becoming."
Scavenger's Waltz - tonal, quality wise
The older I get, the more I have in common with you.
Cicada
I see myself in you.
The older he gets, the more connected we get
Sort of absent in childhood, but always working to make sure we got the best.
Climbing a tree - sad and beautiful - safety from harm - not just hiding, but seeing the stars - always something beyond, something out there bigger, brighter, more beautiful than you can ever imagine - sense of adventure
Something to conquer, a male sensibility
Running liquor illegal.
Self-made businessman, a successful man.
growing up is muscular, visceral, transcend, not merely endure, but prevail.
I believe that man will not merely endure. He will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance.
William Faulkner
Lyrics:
Legs hang from branches.
Hands wet with dew,
Reaching for star shine,
Safe under the moon.
There's so much beyond.
That much you knew.
You were sewn in hard soil,
And you still took root,
Climbed higher. Never stopped.
Became a man, and conquered the dark.
As you grow, I grow.
Wiser in age, I understand.
There was a time when I didn't know
Just how much of what I am is you.
"My body is your body.
Soon your ribs will bellow in earth
Your hands will seem like a stranger’s.
Your shoulders will sink deeper inside,
pulling you towards hidden springs beneath the rock.
Your wings will fold inward and become muscle.
And when this body moves…
…it will carry you…
…like dark wolves driving night into dawn.
You will be hungry. And you will not stop."
Category Music / Rock
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 4.89 MB
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