My name's Ishani and I like making things and some people like it when I make things. I don't like those things afterwards, but you might.

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damiankulash:

I wrote a cliché song and I can’t even sing the words right. Dang. Serves me right for onetaking for reference.

 

I was walking off the docks one morning

all of my bones were on the edge of their seats in the front row

I jumped over the atlantic ocean

and I said ‘fuck you all, I’m never coming back home’

you said i set your teeth on edge

but you never gave consent

said I never paid the rent

but you never took a cent

so you wrote yourself a teenage anthem

and you rested your hands on my ankles

and you tied me up and let me dangle

from the right hand corner of your bed

keep on keeping off the railroad tracks

got your heart and your handcuffs in a leather satchel

got a beat up car with a broken axel 

got a stanley knife and an alto sax in your hand

back in school i was a student counsellor 

every day a girl would come and sit in front of me

and she’d say that I was her everything

because she had no job or home and certainly no family

i used to think that she would change

that she’d start to act her age

but some people just aren’t made

for being fourteen, they’re too brave

but she never lost her ways

well some people just don’t change

and someone told me they don’t know

how to reap just what they sow

antiloquax:

Here is my attempt at covering Daft Punk with only a uke?

I mean, obviously it’s impossible to pull off without percussion…so this was kind of an exercise in futility. But yeah, it distracted me for a while!

Holy first thing I’ve written in months due to lack of creativity, Batman!

Uhh, I nicked a line from Sufjan’s A Good Man Is Hard To Find…but…yeah.

I wrote more antifolk it’s all I ever do anymore because I’m lame

jonnymorningwood:

eileen and I wrote an antifolk song by candlelight a couple nights ago while doing shots

(she got tipsy and I didn’t because vodka doesn’t affect me at all hahahahahhahahahhaHA. HAHA. HA. never again.)

well she wrote it and sung it I just egged her on and and figured out some chords and played her guitar because antifolk is fun

jonnymorningwood:

I covered Wave Of Mutilation (this time with layers - it’s for a class project, you have to add at least two layers of harmony for it - personally I reckon it’d be good with only one. Looking forward to teaching three other people these harmonies oh god)

I wrote a blues song (at the moment stuck with ukulele, it’s the only instrument here) about drugs.

I think I’m calling this Oh No!

I’m writing a lot of happy shit lately. It comes of the only instrument I have around my flat being a uke (all my other instruments are in my bedroom at home so I can record everything when I want to, but I think hopefully I’m getting a new guitar soon. My parents got me a harp for my birthday!)

Anyway this is basically the epitome of teenage angst song. I’m really looking forward to this one at live shows, it’s a lot of fun to sing.

I’ve worked my fingers to the bone to see you grin
I’ve put the pedal to the metal just to see you take a spin
And I’m wrapped around your middle finger
‘Cause your pinky was too small and your thumb couldn’t be bigger for my feet
Oh no, the memo’s obsolete, again
I’ve lost all my real friends, to the bends
That album’s really loud but it’s soft at the same time

Sometimes I feel like crying, oh no
Sometimes I feel like dying, oh no
Sometimes I feel like driving, let’s go
So I don’t feel so bad
Sometimes I feel I’m stupid, oh no
Sometimes I feel I’m worthless, oh no
Sometimes I feel like sometimes would be kidding myself
Because it’s all of the time

Every second of the day
Every second day is torture
Every time I take a break, every sign that comes my way
Tells me I can’t drive much faster

I guess I’ve been working up the nerve to ask you
Out for dinner and dancing and all that it implies
‘Cause I cannot drive much faster than I’m going
Without breaking the limit, and I don’t want a ticket
‘Cause I’m new to this and I think that my heart may still be in it, oh no
My mind certainly isn’t, oh no
Every time I breathe I want to drive into a tree but I just want you to leave

you’re a picture perfect mascot dressed in
felt and love and plaster and you’re covered in the remnants
of my hidden teenage diaries
I thought I burned them and yet I’ve got explaining to do
for the moments I thought that I’d nothing to lose
when I was younger, and so much wiser
how I wish I’d died there, how I wish I’d burnt the pages when I could still light them, oh no
I can’t read my writing, oh no
I drive myself crazy, colon, dash, capital D,
I wonder how I survived there, oh no

Wrote this weird song about a bicycle (like it says on the track). I hate biking, so I don’t know. I think I nicked the concept off my facebook feed, but I forget. I get some of the words wrong, so here.

      
you’re a feather light mountain bike in my garage
and I’m a casual cyclist
I’ve got a shotgun on my shoulder and I’m singing for my sorrow
‘cause I lost my only job to my sister’s ex-best friend
there’s a chance that she made conversation
and her burgers tasted better
and I wouldn’t be surprised because
I used tabasco in
everything I cooked to give it flavour
and to burn the mouths off all of my overeager victims
so I’m stately, that’s to say
that I’m in a state today
in council estate, hooray
but I’m dealing, but I’m doing okay for my mistakes
and I’m making all my outtakes
good to go on the next season of my life on DVD

you get trouble for your money and your guilt measures up
to one hundred and twenty

and there’s nothing you can do because your basket’s filled with oranges
and sugarplums and nectarines
 
and we put you on the road and we left you out to rust
waited for someone to steal you

and you stayed out on the lawn until the very next autumn
‘cause I started to worry about my legs

all your spokes are stuck
and your brakes are out of luck
and your handlebars
are smeared and gritty with loosened tarmac
and your silver bell
was stolen and eaten by the neighbour’s cat
and everyone who passes
says that they could melt you down into a cadillac


you’re a ten dollar fifty cent bicycle
and I’ll never ever leave you

and you’ll take me where I need to go, when I need to go there
even if I have to walk you

and though you’re not a dog I find you eat all of my food
‘cause I cannot seem to bear to let you down

I’m sorry it took such a long time to get back to things. Incidentally, I did record some new stuff (to be found at jimmythemouth.bandcamp.com - actually it’s just old stuff that I put out). Anyway, yesterday I helped a girl who’d been on the street for three weeks to get a hostel and it made me really sad so I wrote this. This is actually quite a happy song and it doesn’t face the major problem much at all. I don’t know, I just sort of wrote it and hoped it would help me deal. It’s not the first thing I’ve written in ages, I’ve just not really been recording much (I’m back to doing shitty phone recordings for a while and doing them properly at home. Who knows, maybe this time I’ll get a studio!) I have a couple more songs to upload. I’ll do that.