Well this past weekend i decided to try my hand at music making.
I figured, if Rebecca Black can do it, why can’t I?
So here is the result of my efforts, a lovely 15 second piece.
The lyrics are as follows:
Can you believe i’ve had no lessons?
Can you believe i’ve had no lessons.
Can you believe i’ve had no lessons on here?
Can you believe i’ve had no lessons?
Can you believe i’ve had no lessons.
Can you believe i’ve had no lessons on here?
Creative genius i know.
One day I decided, “This is the day I will define love.”I heard it was endless. So I took this marker and drew a line, the longest line I’d ever drawn. Walking for days as this line trailed behind me, until one day I’d forgotten where I’d started. I finally looked to one side and then the other, and “I can go left, I can go right.” directions I’d never thought to travel. So to the right and back again, until I had drawn a square. A box with borders so broad, I couldn’t see.
Ahhh, this is love I thought as I laid down, but then, I looked up. A square on the ground, this will not do…So I drew walls until I had a cube. Extending up beyond where my sight could see.
But this marker was just black and the walls a vacant white…Why didn’t I think of using colour before. So some red here, yellow there, a bit of purple and green, and every combination under the sun, until at long last every side was colored…
That’s when I found the door, for inside this brightly colored cube was a great empty space begging for something to fill it, to make it complete. So I took everything of beauty, everything of value, everything lovely and tried to fill it to no avail. I spent a 100 life times inventing things that could be loved just to fill it up. The day came though and I finally shut the door behind my beautiful cube filled with treasures and leaned against it to rest. But that’s when it slid out from where I thought it would stay. “It can move?” I breathed in surprise and frustration. I pressed my hand against it and it glided to away at the touch. “It CAN move!”
So I traveled the world o’er with my cube, pushing it from one place to the next, not sure of where or why I was going, but just moving. For an age I walked, this most surely was it. “I have figured it out!” I thought, at least until the day came where my box ran into someone else’s…
