Your Love Will Be Safe With Me.

I couldn't really think of a better song to cover for the new year, other than the song which has affected me most throughout 2009. Now I realise I can't sing as well as Justin Vernon, but I had to put my two cents in. I miss the first few notes really horrendously, but overall I think I did better than I expected myself to. Anyways, I really hope you all enjoy it. Have a beautiful day.

...I'm in a bit of a mood lately, I guess.

Another soft spoken conundrum, laced with timid expressions of contempt. A weary head and tender bones accompany my mixed emotions. A full day ahead, the primordial start of something fresh, and new, like violent preparations for a slug in the face at 7am. I see savage, abrasive horizons, with sharp vertical lines interjecting squalidly. I see also my past, and future with vivid watercolours, yet the present tends to be somewhat clouded. Nevertheless, all three are writhing in misery, and the pangs of love.

Solomon was a cool guy.

All the answers to life's problems can be found in Ecclesiastes.

"And I set my heart to seek and explore wisdom in relation to everything that has been done under the heavens - the calamitous occupation that God has given to the sons of mankind in which to be occupied. I saw all the work that were done under the sun, and, look! Everything was vanity and a striving after wind."

-Ecclesiastes 1: 13, 14

"And I proceeded to give my heart to know wisdom and to knowing madness, and I have come to know folly, that this too is a striving after wind, For in the abundance of wisdom there is an abundance of vexation, so that he that increases knowledge increases pain."

-Ecclesiastes 1: 17,18

You should read the Bible. There's some pretty cool shit in there.

;_;

This is the expression I've worn on my face all day.

Merry Christmas douchebags.

I think I might be getting the hang of this poetry thing...

The smell of coffee still stings my nostrils, and fresh air has never churned my stomach more.

I might choose to recant the imbibing of stale tasting alcohol to my peers, and all the daring tales of mishap and misadventure, and sexual rampancy.

However my objective today is to remain on the prowl -both sober and awake,

that I should notice your wondrous glares and timid speeches, and the innocence you maintain so well.

So I may finally greet you with lurid eyes and a wicked tongue, in order to lead you astray and devour your young.

Meet Me In Montauk.

I've been writing bits here and there on my piano lately and I decided to experiment and write an entire tune on it. I'm not too amazing on the piano, but I like to try :). I don't post original songs much so I guess you guys are in for a treat (well, I hope it's a treat at least...). Anyway I messed a few of the lyrics up during recording and couldn't be bothered to re-record, so I'll post those as well for you to have a gander at if you're interested. I really hope you all like it, and if not, I'll try better next time. Comments and general criticism (regardless of constructiveness) are much appreciated. Have a nice day. No, have a fantastic day :).

Lyrics are as follows:

Before I go / I want you to notice me /

Six months / sleepless in agony /

The God / I won't accept /

For the love / I'll soon forget /

I'll smother you / and won't let go /

I'd eat you up / I love you so.

Please watch this, I put a lot more effort in than usual...

I decided to get mildly artistic with this one. During the first couple takes of this it was snowing, it was so perfect, but I messed up, so I had to re-record. I still like it, but the snow would have really suited the atmosphere. Anyway I really hope you enjoy it.

As per usual, comments are very much appreciated. Take the fucking hint guys.

Have a nice day.

The Post-Future Pre-Tense, And How My Memory Bleeds For You.

Within the tip of a hat, the swing of a bat and the blood of a rat, all my apprehensions reside,

Even with a fighting chance under a heavenly trance I'll never be able to beat the tide.

The melancholy of it all unfolds when the Christmas lights are on display,

So when my desperation moulds into tears, you can finally throw me away.

If the mountains could speak, I'm sure they'd merely weep upon beholding your smile,

But as it stands, they're crooked and bland and we haven't spoken for a while.

Look beneath the floorboards for the secrets I have hid.

I was really ill when I did this, hence looking and sounding like a corpse. I'm still fairly proud of it though :). I hope you enjoy it.

Have a nice day.

~

This chick is pretty cool, she hits low notes instead of high notes during the "oh my God" lyric though, which is a bit of a disappointment, it makes the song a lot more gloomy though, so it's still good really. I might cover this song at some point, I'm learning to play it at the moment.

Oh by the way guys, I don't know about you, but I'm pretty happy :).

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

This is the end, and most certainly not the one I had in mind.

Every moment spent in delusion, every jittery butterfly, every tantrum, every laugh, every smile, every feigned feeling of self-worth, every conviction of self-loathing, every half-confident stride, every brush to touch my un-groomed hair, now irrelevant.

When all things are said, done, dusted and have come to an end, at least I can say - I called you my friend.

Your Friends Flew South Many Months Ago.

I was bored, and I couldn't be bothered working on my own song, or re-recording that Bon Iver song (which I will do soon). So I decided to take my new found love for Devendra Banhart in covering one of his songs. It was simple to play, and sing, so I busted it out in a few minutes, enough to temporarily solve boredom. Anyways, I really hope you like it, if you don't, as per usual I'll try better next time. Have a good day.

Hooves Instead Of Hands.

I've been procrastinating writing this song. Someone motivate me please? This is my problem, I share this problem with Kevin Smith evidently. I don't get writers block, I get writer's laze. Which is really equally as annoying. I've got all the pieces, I just need to assemble them. On a different note, I discovered this wonderful, wonderful man recently;

He's an amazing individual. I hope you enjoy his work. In the mean time, take care, and have a nice day.

Come On Skinny Love Just Last The Year...

This is one of two of my covers for this song. I figured I'd post a cover closer to the original song as well as one which is more of a reinvention rather than a cover. I really hope you like it, keep in mind, it is flawed, as per usual, I'm only an amateur :(. Have a lovely day, and thanks for listening.

Screw it, I'll post the second one as well :). Keep in mind this isn't the final version, the vocals aren't very good for the first half of the video, I will DEFINITELY re-record. Try not to laugh at my falsetto :(.

Introspectively, I Explode.

Every time I get upset I always pick up my guitar, it's the absolute most efficient way to express your joy, angst, sadness, and whatever else you may feel in a fashion that others can appreciate. So I came up with this little number. It's semi-improvisational so you'll have to forgive the lack of structure (at least I ask you to). It's not as upbeat as the music I normally write but I think it's a nice change of pace. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy it, and if you don't, I'll try better next time. Have a nice day.

The Winner Is...

I wish I wrote this :(.

I also wish I directed the scene it first appears in.

I'd show it to you but I can't find it on YouTube.

I've watched this film like 3 times since I bought it a couple days ago, I forgot how wonderful and touching it is.

Sumer Skies & Bright Blue Eyes.

I was feeling productive today, and this is the result. I'm fairly happy with it, I'd like to record it again with a vocal track and perhaps add a mandolin in the mix. When I have money that is. This is really just to prove to you all that I do in fact have a sense of inspiration and originality, rather than simply covering another artist's work. I hope I have convinced you. The title is temporary, until I can establish a general theme to which I will be writing some lyrics for. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. Have a lovely day.

This is the result of a rubbish mood.

I was bored, and a little blue, so decided to do this, because I couldn't be bothered re-recording Love and Some Verses (which I will do... Eventually...). As per usual though I muffed this one up and couldn't be bothered to re-record it again. I will do it though, I promise. I hope I didn't ruin a beautiful song for you guys.

I've been feeling productive today.

I mess up quite a few times, but I couldn't be bothered to re-do it.

I'm pretty unimpressed with this though, I think I'll just re-do it tomorrow.

I'm fully aware of how retarded I look throughout the video as well.

Just... Try not to laugh I s'pose :). Or do, if it makes you feel better.

:(

I wish I could sing like this :(

I can already play guitar like that though, so I guess that's a start...

BLAH

"I don't know Johnny Rotton but I'm sure that he puts as much blood and sweat into what he does as Sigmund Freud did. You see, what sounds to you like a load of trashy old noise, is in fact the brilliant music of a genius. And that music is so powerful that it's quite beyond my control and when I am in the grips of it I don't feel pleasure and I don't feel pain. Do you understand what I'm talking about? Have you ever felt like that when you just, when you just can't feel anything, and you don't want to either."

Feeling a little blue lately, I hate expressing it though, sometimes there isn't much else to do though. I apologise if I come off as naive, or self-centred, it surely wasn't my intention. I guess I'm just a little confused about a few things. There isn't much of a point to this post, other than to highlight the beautiful words of Iggy Pop which can be seen above. I found that quotation in wonderful song by Mogwai entitled Punk Rock, which I have also provided for you below. The song is the first track off of the band's most acclaimed album, Come On Die Young, it is not only my favourite Mogwai album but in my opinion one of the best albums around in general, I highly recommend it.

Anyway, this post is becoming increasingly more pointless. So I'll bid you adieu. That is all, have a nice day.

Stupid.

Face wrapped in velvet, drenched in milk.

Small talk followed by intense admiration, I was always a fan of intimacy.

Awkward little steps, a pace seething with insecurity, and the facial expressions to match.

A gesture sprinkled with love, a somewhat rewarding smile. I'm sweating again. I always sweat when I walk.

I swallow my embraces, retrace my apologetic footsteps, and vanish.

That smile encapsulates the joy of a thousand summers.

One would think that to be enough.

Opinions?

I'm considering abandoning words. I cannot convey anything I want to and feel completely inadequate in almost every aspect of my writing. I think I'll stick with music for a while. That's been going well. All I need is the money to project my creations out onto the rest of the world, I'm not exactly sure how that potential opportunity will present itself however. There's a hidden language within music that I really appreciate and can communicate with, it's one challenge to describe how one feels with words, yet an entirely different one to directly channel your emotions through the culmination of various notes and sounds.

Besides, every time I read something I've written I can't help but feel pretentious. I suppose it's about time for some more YouTube videos?

Thank you for your time, and any possible interests that may accompany it.

Have a good day.

"Rant" of the day.

Emotion: The only thing that can simultaneously make you feel significant and stupid.

Intellect: A sensation of complacency caused by a superior amount or depth of knowledge.

Ethics: Morals and opinions held on the matter of what is right and what is wrong based upon the results of previous experiences and/or actions.

These things are both useful, and useless. They create a pyramid of stability for the human race and are the basis for convincing ourselves that we are in so-called fact, entirely different to the beasts of the earth.

Get fucking real.

I love the smell of genital mutilation in the morning.

Godzilla has taken over my steam account, also, 'Antichrist' makes me not want to ever participate in the act of sexual intercourse. Definitely a wonderful film that really challenged my views on cinema in general, and what can be really considered as tasteful. However it is not a film I would want to revisit for quite some time. The cinematography was flawless. As was the camera work (I believe Lars Von Trier has finally made slow motion cool again). The acting really shines, both actors deserve awards, considering how physically and mentally draining the shoot must have been, and especially since the performances were still top notch given the circumstances. The scale of the film was just right, providing enough depth to spawn a million intellectual discussions in a Stephen Fry fan club. Also, sticking by the 'less is more' rule really benefits the film in terms of character background. The characters were engrossing and were given completely believable dialogue, which really helps the film stand on it's own two feet seeing as the things depicted on screen would be totally unbelievable in the wrong hands. But Von Trier really knows what he's doing. Everything is in it's right place, and there isn't violence for the sake of violence or sex for the sake of sex. I can't really praise this film enough, it's probably the best film I've seen all year. In theory there is no way a film like this should be taken at all seriously, however it has been entrusted in good hands, and has been gifted with the wonderful luxury of genuine artistic merit. I will admit though, it definitely isn't everyone's cup of tea, and there are some people I would advise to stay away from this film. Considering there was someone who was sick during the screening I was in. Right in the doorway, the most convenient of places. Anyhow, I recommend the film, but at your own risk.

That is all. Have a wonderful day.

lalala

www.myspace.com/sethmcarronmusic

I really hope to get this off of the ground.

Untitled 03.

The blood of an infant cries with primordial warfare.

As flower pedals are crushed in the ground by clumsy feet, I ponder over the meaning of it all; Happiness a miserable ease.

Running since conception and who and why and where.

By who's hand was the meaning of life giv'n? The question begs an irrelevant answer. By my hand I may take it away. Therefore, power is in my hands.

With epiphany in my soul I lay weeping with optimism in the light shadows cast beneath the sky.

I was a worm.

I am a bridge.

Please, take something away from this.

I am Ouroboros.

I am a naive bundle of emotions wrought with love and fear.

I have my views and opinions, I tie them together with straw.

I am a teenager. I am a human.

I am significant, so are you.

Those watery eyes hold a glare so distinct that inspire a reaction so affectionate, and so meaningful, that the folding world around you will finally collapse entirely, and will be meaningless.

Fears, tears, toys and all.

You are Ouroboros.

I am Ouroboros.

I love you.

Snakes are irrelevant.

-"It is the individual who is not interested in his fellow man who has the greatest difficulties in life and provides the greatest injury to others. It is from among such individuals that all human failures spring."

Kómmunikáshun. Manipuláshun.

Dorws nac be panimutaled, but trelets, roveweho, rae raf remo diclifutuf to mapter thiw. Het solbyms of nam rae het fatoundion of anitertinoc benewet tentiesi, nad I nema hatt ni het gradsent neses. Hist is my trareh titre nad trepentious fortef at donig mosehingt motreley tristica. I do memcond you fi you rae bale to phedicre hist.

Hist si a stet. To tapience, to mocuminication, to my now nasity, which epofylluh L'il eb bale to chreeb noso genuoh.

Okay.

This still isn't working.

I feel like I'm 13 years old.

That is most definately, not a positive thing.

Also, I am Charlie Kaufman.

Also, watch Adaptation.

Also, read Story by Robert McKee.

Also, also.

Also.

Farewell.

2:30

This is the worst ice cream in the world.

Tears rolling into my mouth amalgamating with the delicacy.

So this is what mourning tastes like.

-Revelations 21:4.

Sunday Driving Blues.

Awake with Hunger, in need of Clothes.

Apathetic and Distant.

Believe for Two hours.

Melancholy shortly follows.

Headphones on.

Drive,

and Hope that you can escape Yourself.

Sunday; insignificance.

Tomorrow; distraction.

-"A live body and a dead body contain the same number of particles. Structurally, there's no discernible difference. Life and death are unquantifiable abstracts."

Circle.

The sea will forever remain blue, beautiful and tainted, by the grievous things below,

and childhood isn't as colorful as I recall.

My heroes are snorting blow and beating up good guys,

and I can't find God in the television set.

I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed.

I continue to scratch the surface until there is no surface left.

The days aren't going by faster and I'm not changing,

I'm merely realising, that life is bigger than me.

People, are bigger than me.

The abnormality is replaced with fear, then replaced with reasoning.

This is exactly how everyone said it would be.

Never have I felt more angry, confused, joyous, aloof, intelligent, and insignificant.

I paint the sky with my emotions, and the floor with my desires.

When I grow up, I don't want to be free,

and I realise now, that there's nothing more I can ask for, besides mediocrity.

-"The universe is neither hostile nor friendly; it is simply indifferent."

So...

I've yet again been left with nothing to do today. I'm usually pretty uninventive but yesterday I bought a new toy; an effects pedal. I decided to mess around with it for most of the day and I ended up with this little jam. My boredom persisted and eventually I decided to record this thing, although only did it in one take because I was being pretty lazy, so expect some imperfections. I'll probably re-record this later, but for now I might as well leave you with this. 

Enjoy.

Or not - Whichever.

Untitled 02

Destined and dazed, 

Mingling with the carnivores, spinning webs and flat-lining roses.

Kicking the world back, stopping every pendulum, 

Reasoning wrought with fear and laced with liquor, the violence never ceases to interfere.

The bruise provides a window into the mind,

The soul escapes and the frame falls into a bed of water,

The rope was tied around her legs,

Below the river she'll forever hang.

I'll never stop drowning now.

If only I found something better to do today...

I've been listening to this Iron & Wine song called Sunset Soon Forgotten. It's one of those songs I feel I can listen to on repeat endlessly - and still manage to get captured in the blissfulness surrounding my ears.

I enjoy this song so much that I decided to create my own rendition of it. And below you have the result - One idiot with a guitar ruining the music he loves. 

This is a side of me that I've never really shown anyone. Feel privileged to be amongst the first.

Let me give you the introduction you never had.

Seeing as I haven't yet posted anything which isn't poetry related I thought I'd say a few words. First off though let me clear the air, yes these are original writings. No I did not get them from anywhere. Clear? Brilliant :).

These words are as much a part of me as the organs functioning in and around my body. I hope they can live and breathe for you like they do for me, however doubtful that may be.

In other news I recently (as in 30 minutes ago) discovered some new tracks from the upcoming Mars Volta album - Octahedron. It's gotten me pretty excited, obscure artwork aside. So far I think that the track "With Twilight As My Guide" is possibly the most beautiful song Omar and Cedric have ever been responsible for writing. Based on the sound of that track alone I can see the monumental amount of potential the album has, although for some reason I feel a little hesitant about it. We'll have to wait and see I suppose. Although I think I can safely say that it is the ideal sequel to The Bedlam In Goliath - Juxtaposing the "loud loud loud" structure of the album with something more fragile, possibly (probably) interspersed with moments of frantic chaos. I must say though I am impressed with the frequent nods to 'Cygnus... Vismund Cygnus' off of 'Frances the Mute' in the new track 'Desperate Graves'. I'm looking forward to the next album, the band has ceased to disappoint me thus far with their body of work. Even more-so than the new album I'm looking forward to being in the presence of the very geniuses themselves this year July. 

Equally as exciting is Reading '09. Yes, this Summer has the scent of awesomeness the likes of which I've yet to experience. Now all I need to do is lose some weight =o.

It's been a good day, a boring day, but still good. Boring is just about the best offer I'll get right now I think. 

BRING ON THE SUMMER.

Keep Living In Heartache, My Prodigal Son.

I held my hands out into the rain, I plucked those steel strings black.

Heart strung and out cold.

I saw a father in me,

He tells me the words of a man who has nothing to give;

"Home is a reminder of the ocean you'll never know,

but keep your lungs dry because you've still got a world to go."

He left just the same as he arrived,

Through the passing of silver and glass,

His wisdom forgotten, replaced with apathy.

I'll idly stand by and watch my life repeat itself,

Strumming the notes that remind me of someone else.

Serpents and Ladders.

I am my father's Sun.

Casting rays of light into his otherwise tenebrous mindset.

Crucify me something special.

Drown my sin, save my people.

A gust of wind can spread the seas,

But it will never solve your affliction.

And everyone will look to you when the end is nigh,

and you in turn will crack the sky.

I'm rubbish with titles.

Incompetence suddenly hits me.

Floating away due to the invisibility of my ego.

Time is no longer an issue.

As my feet lift off of the unstable ground I ponder over the things that could have been.

I realise how foolish I once was and will be.

I reiterate the fact that the only thing that will ever change is myself.

My hands graze the braille-like skin on my face,

and I am able to feel every weakness, every imperfection,

I do not shun it, I embrace it.

As imperfection seems to be the only remaining quality of my humanity.

My mind dwells on that for a while.

Curious, these thoughts seem logical for once.

The truth is, I'm still frightened.

I should really be revising.

Fragments of who I could be and everything I am not are seething through the moist skin on my brain.

I am everything and I am nothing. 

I am not God. I am delusional.

I am not suffering from delusions of grandeur, merely, realisations of emptiness.

I feel so exposed underneath the light fixture.

Somehow I feel more familiar in the darkness.

My head is in the clouds, although these days there's no more room for it down on earth.

A tin can full of contents with no device to open it.

This is who I am.

This is who I am not.