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I have good news! I finished my other song which you can look at here. *grins and dances around* Unfortunately, I will not be posting it today because...well because I misplaced the book I wrote it in. O.o
Actually, today I will be posting a new song which I wrote yesterday that is finished. I wouldn't call it a real song, but more of a small tune. Hence the title, "A Little Melody." It's kind of a cheesy little song, the kind you would hear when someone is skipping along in a forest. But God gave it to me, so I might as well give it back to Him in praise. So, without further ado...*lights dim*
A Little Melody by Zel/Taylor/Bluey/Meg/Isi/...oh get on with it...
Sing a little diddly melody,
take a little time to smile,
dance to the Lord's tune,
love him true...
Fill the world with joy and laughter,
smiles, grins, delight.
Stand in His presence and let shine
His glorious light!
For if it's hid, it's hid to them that are lost and afraid.
For they have been deceived by darkness
that has taken away their sight;
made light painful and too bright.
So take their hands, guide them slowly in,
lead them past the looking glass...
Fall on your knees and pray,
following in the Lord's way.
Lift your face heavenward
and say..
Fill the world with joy and laughter,
smiles, grins, delight.
Stand in His presence and let shine
His glorious light!
For if it's hid, it's hid to them that are lost and afraid.
For they have been deceived by darkness
that has taken away their sight;
made light painful and too bright.
So take their hands, guide them slowly in,
lead them past the looking glass...
That's it. *smiles sheepishly*....I don't like that feeling. You know, all wooly and feeling the urge to say "BAAAA!!!!." *grins and looks up* So whatdya think of it?
Okay, I've decided I'm going to post one of my songs on here. *opens her mouth in a silent scream*
Well, it's not really a song yet. I was hoping for some help. I have 2 verses and 4 chorus parts [2 sung each after each verse]. Here's my dilemma. I don't believe it sounds quite right the way I have it now, so if there are any suggestions please tell me! Switch the verses around, the chorus parts, whatever! Plus, it needs more to the song and I don't know how I should end it. =~\ So, yeah. Just any help you might have would be greatly appreciated. by the way, the parts in these: [...] are not actually part of the song.
Here goes.
Verse 1:
When the darkness closes in on me,
When the air, seems to hard to breathe,
When all I see is misery,
What time I am afraid,
I will trust in Thee [psalm 56:3]
Chorus 1:
Cause, when the darkness was all around,
Thou saith,
Let there be light! [Genesis 1:3]
and the sun shone bright
Chorus 2:
And, when the darkness filled their hearts,
Thou saith,
Let the waters fill the world,
and righteousness ruled.
Verse 2:
When it seems, I can no longer cope,
All I need is to let go of the rope,
Surrender myself to Thee,
It is then finally, I will be free
Chorus3:
When the darkness filled his cell,
Thou saith,
Joseph to you,
My blessing will not quell
Chorus4:
And, when the darkness made him cold as ice,
Thou saith,
Lazarus Rise!
And he opened his eyes...
Okay! That's all I have right now. If you are wondering what it sounds like...well, to me, it is kind of a mixture of:
•It Takes A Saviour-Annie Moses Band [well, more just inspired by this song.]
•Hungarian Rhapsody-Franz Liszt
•Hungarian Dance-Johannes Brahms
Yup. Weird. So, tell me what you think of it, and remember, suggestions welcome!!!
I"M BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! haha, did you think I'd actually post something? i didn't. =/ Oh well. I'm here now. I suppose I should stop. Now go read.
I wrote this prologue-thing for Willow/George Orwell and my co-authoring but, we decided to change the setting. So, I might save this for another story but I just wanted to know....What do you think of it? Any constructive criticisms?
Be blessed,
Bluey Balliett
“AaaAAA!” The shriek pierced the air. So intense was the scream you could have seen it rip through the air overhead. Another scream was drawn out, billowing out over the dusty road, rocky and speckled with green. It dropped to rest on the heads of twelve children. The scream got faint and turned shaky. It was drawn out and ended in a breathless giggle. The laugh rippled through the sky, tearing through the cloud that had settled. A small voice called out, “I caught you Moriah!” A little girl looked up from where she sat; backside pressed up against the muddy white residence of Ms. Findley, the dame school teacher. The girl’s sleeves were soiled, though with short slightly puffed sleeves it seemed nearly impossible to get dirty. She grinned up towards the boy who had tagged her. “Fine.” She glared at him, and then broke into a wolfish grin. “But I wonder who I’m going to go after first, Derrick.” Moriah pushed herself up, making a slight leap as she caught her balance. The seven-year-old girl stepped from the cool shadows of the building. Her dark hair caught the sun’s rays, making unusual colors shine as bright as a crow’s feather. Carefully examining the scene, Moriah’s deep green and gold-flecked eyes took in the children’s faces. Their teasing expressions, daring her to try her speed against their own. She grinned at the, looking each in the eye. Her eyes lingering on Derrick, she lunged, and quickly swerved to the unsuspecting Rita. Rita uttered a little yelp that of which Moriah matched with a boisterous chuckle, and once again, laughter filled the air.
A girl of sixteen looked out into the gloom of the early morning. She could glimpsed the outline of the particularly pruned hedges. Faint in the rolling fog. She strained to see something more, yet despite even her sharp eyes, green and gold-flecked, she could not pierce it. Moriah turned away from the window and sighed dejectedly, “Ah, those were the days.” said she, gazing idly at an empty vase. She once again went inside herself, trying to go back to the old house. Moriah sat like that for a while, when suddenly letting out a moan of despair, she threw herself onto the stiff bed; squeezing her eyes tightly, trying to shut out the images. Her efforts to close out the visions failed, and showed her yet fragments.
The carriage pulling up the dirt road. Her mother and father, calling sweetly and beckoning, “time to go!” The quiet drive back, the yells from her parents when they got home. The slap. The tears. The darkness.
Moriah’s eyes snapped open; she was breathing hard. The utter darkness was replaced with the dim gray of her room.
She shivered as she saw the goose bumps on her arms and slid on her layers of dress. On entering the dining room, Moriah saw that her parents were not yet there. She sat, and pulled out a small book.Turning the pages slowly, Moriah meticulously read each word. Her eyes flickered, and she closed the book. It fell with a thump into her lap, and the folds of her skirt concealed it. A whiny voice sliced through her drowsiness at the monotony of the book she had let fall. “Lazing about again?"
Moriah had not noticed the lady come in. She looked up into green eyes, shades paler than her own intense emerald, yet hers were cold and lifeless.
*leaps in with her brown and green cloak billowing*
Greetings all!
I am new here! Well, sort of. To be more exact I'm a new member. Not new here. A lot of you know me already, but I am now an official Inkling.
Tis very exciting t' be apart of thy wonderful [and fairly infamous] club!! I suppose I won't be able to say I'm the ze Official Invader of ze Inklings. Oh well.
I am a writer Christian songs, and mostly Christian fantasy or fiction stories. As of late, I am in the early stages of a co-authoring with George Orwell [aka godzwilla] and Bethy Enright [aspiringlilly].
As for stories of my own, I have none that I am currently working on, although I do have stories that need to be finished.
I take my leave of you now, but I look forward to reading all your stories!
Oh! Before I run off, I should let you know. *grins* My name will be Blue Balliett, although many of you know me as Zel.
My sister Bj is joining also, so be on a look out for that.
Have a fantastic day!
