Posts Tagged ‘Music’

That tenuous line between cognizance and sleep,
It’s a dangerous time for me,
When the sun no longer has my back,
And no valiant comrade can aid me,
The ghouls in my head stir,
Buried there by my own hand,

Silence is the loudest sound,
When the skeletons start to rise,
Dead hopes,
Spectral memories,
Wailing for my attention,
My skull becomes an echo chamber of a cemetery,

It becomes a deafening clarion call,
A deathknell for my peace,
A choir of revenants begin their concert,
Every historical ill laid bare at bellowing audacity,
Clawing at this mausoleum of my head,
Prelude to the nightmares to come.

Hello there inmates!

I hope that the day finds you all well and making the most of every hour! It’s been a rather mundane week, but its allowed me to find some curious subjects for poems. I was particularly happy with ‘Hood’ which comes from my interest in military history and ‘Bloodied Asphalt’ which was inspired by a news story here on the island this week. A little different from my recent stuff I feel! Hope it’s been enjoyable!

So, here’s another edition of the Harlequins writing music! It’s going to be another smorgasbord of musical artists for you people to get down and arty with! It’ll be five artists again this week. Let’s see what I came up with this time eh? I can barely contain the anticipation of what past-me came with!

So, join me as we delve into the musical minds of wonderful artists the world over!

Coyote Kisses – Six Shooter

Serj Tankian – Empty Walls

Port Sulphur Band – Rise Up Dead Man

Initial D – Running In The 90s

Smashing Pumpkins – Bullet With Butterfly Wings

And there we have it for another outburst of the Harlequins writing music!

Some curious choices there no? There was one in particular that was a slight nuisance to find the information for and that was the Initial D one. You see, Initial D is actually a manga/anime/movie that quite a few eurodance tracks are attributed to, including this one. However the actual artist is the Italian man I have linked to. Just to clear up any confusion.

So, I’m going to move on to my social media nonsense now. The asylum has a page on Facebook, and account over on Instagram and even a page on Twitter. It would help me a lot if you glorious people could come follow/like me if you enjoy my work. Also, if you enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over at the Ko-fi page! Thank you for everything!

So, much gratitude to you fine folks and until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

Hello there inmates!

It’s that time of the week again! Hope you’re all having a beautiful time and keeping each other safe. It’s been a cold one, though it’s apparantly forecast to warm up here in the UK. I’ll believe it when I see it of course! It’s hardly a thing to be expected in this very grey nation! Haha!

So, todays post has an element of synchronicity to it. We’re getting started with the 70s now. Not the decade mind you. As you may remember, it was part 70 of the Harlequins writing music last week. So, what’s synchronous Harley? Well, let me learn ya! A few days ago, I also realised that I have just passed 700 total posts on the blog since it was spawned. Granted a few are reblogs, but still the vast majority are not. It appears that I write too much! Haha! Too many sevens! I dont know what that means, but it was an amusing realisation on my part. Is there a meaning do you think?

Well, let’s leave all of that and share some musical artists to create art to eh? You came here for music today! Join me as we delve into the musical minds of ecstatic artists the world over!

Dead Lights – The Host

Dio – Holy Diver

Junior Senior – Move Your Feet

The Raconteurs – Steady As She Goes

Sick Puppies – You’re Going Down

And there you have it for another edition of the Harlequins writing music!

So how about that? A decent variety there, though in hindsight it doesn’t seem as varied as previous posts. Regardless, I do hope that you enjoy these choices and go and give them some love. They definitely all deserve it! I’ll try to make next weeks post as wacky as possible. Oh, I do love wacky music!

So, I’ll drop my social media stuff here too as usual. The asylum has a Facebook page, an Instagram account and a twitter account. It’d be so helpful if any of you would come over and drop a like/follow. It really helps me out! Also, if you enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over at the Ko-fi page! Thank you for everything!

So, until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

Good day inmates!

How are you all doing? Having a productive week? One hopes so. One hopes you’ve all been giving time to your internal voices and spawning art into the world. I think expression of ones soul (however odd) is the greatest gift a person can give to the world. Why am I saying any of this? I’m not too sure myself, I simply surmise I had it on my mind this morning and had to get it out. I’ve been in a mighty emotional and sentimental mood this week, hence the poem yesterday in particular. We all have those times though eh?

So, paint me pink and call me a panther! Can you believe it? Part seventy of the Harlequins writing music! To think I didn’t stop these after the first five or so. Haha! I’ll be sharing five more artists today that I enjoy listening to while I’m trying to write and when I’m staring at the ceiling thinking! As always, I try to vary these at least a little bit. Nobody wants to stick holdfastly to one genre surely! Variety is the spice of life and all that. Enough babble, want some music? Let’s go!

Join me as we delve into the musical minds of gifted artists the world over!

5 Seconds Of Summer – Youngblood

Passion Pit – Sleepyhead

Timbaland – Morning After Dark

Orbit Culture – Saw

Gloryhammer – Hootsforce

And there we have it for another edition of the Harlequins writing music!

What did you guys think of of that then? Quite a mix this week eh? One of these bands (Orbit Culture) I only found this week as well, so that was a great find. I hope you all give these artists a gander and show your love. They all deserve the exposure I feel. Hopefully there’s something for everyone here today.

So, let’s get this social media spiel aout of the way eh? The WorldOfHarley has a page on Facebook, I have an account on Twitter and an page over on Instagram as well! Come show your love to the asylum! Also, if you enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over at the Ko-fi page! Thanks for everything!

So, until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

Upon this shingle beach I rest,
Reclined beside my own thoughts,
Healing from the worlds hurts,
Being renewed in the saline spray,
Breath of the sea,
Yet above the collapsing waves,
A sombre tune swims to my ears,

A sad symphony of baleen chorus,
The echoing voice of a lonely titan,
Aural tears,
She has been on a pilgrimage for far too long,
Crossing faultlines as melancholic images cross her minds eye,
Chanting a hymn of a deeper blue hue than even the deep itself,
I feel her pain as the song arrives upon the waves,

It strikes me not as a romantic sorrow,
But a family lost,
Her song tells of harpoons and red thrashing bubbles,
A young life cruelly seized and a mother broken,
Each moan a maternal dirge,
I count my blessings amongst the land,
And wonder if the swell itself is her tears.

Good day inmates!

I hope that everyone has been keeping well and safe this last week. It’s been a reasonablly uneventful week for myself, but I’ve been making the most of it. I guess it can’t be a historically groundbreaking week every time eh? That would get dull. It’s felt like a slow week so far, it feels like an eternity since the weekend already. I’m not quite sure why myself. I’m missing Tash and socialising in general I think, this whole plague business has really sent life as we knew it up the creek.

But enough of all that, how about todays post? Well it’s wednesday my dudes, and that means it’s time for another visitation of the Harlequins writing music! I’ve actually been going out of my way to find some new artists this previous week. Partly forthis post, but also because it’s a hobby of mine to descend down musical rabbit holes and see what hellscapes and wonderlands I find. Would you like to see five artists that I have come up with? Of course you do!

So, join me as we delve into the musical minds of surprising artists the world over!

Palaye Royale – Lonely

Skrillex – Summit

Trans-Siberian Orchestra – Mephistopheles

B.o.B – I’ll Be In The Sky

Malukah – The Wolven Storm (Cover)

And there we have it for another week!

A bit of a varied selection there, no? Merely a small showing of the artists that entertain and inspire me with their tones. I hope you check out all of these yourselves and maybe even find a new favourite. They all deserve the love.

On a minor side note, a query. I’ve been trying to think of some way to expand the reach of the blog or have some different stuff up here at the asylum (and failing miserably!). I’ve more or less hit an internal wall. Would any of you beautiful people have any ideas for me? Or words of encouragement?

So, it’s time or my usual social media spiel! The asylum has a presence in a few corners of the web. I have a page on Facebook which you should totally come and like. I have an Instagram account and an account on twitter. We have some fun over there at times! Also, as always, if you enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over at the Ko-fi page! Cheers my friends!

Until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

Within the electric jungle of neon,
I found a singular music man,
With a keyboard of 88 keys,
Magnificent to the touch,
An instrument of joy with such depth,
To be heard across oceans,
An entertainer to the core,

If you come across him,
He’ll play you a tune with heavenly finesse,
He’ll be your muse for a good minute,
Notes to act as a rally for spirits of jubilation,
Soundscapes to raise the humours,
The maestro will take any requested arrangement,
Solely to summon a smile,

So while you sip your poison of choice,
Reclined at the end of another day,
Losing yourself in windows of the web,
Take a deep breath,
And click next,
You may meet him too,
And hear those adroit notes yourself.

Good day inmates!

I hope that you’re all surviving out there in this crazy world of ours. I hope that you’re all keeping your heads intact. We don’t need more poor souls falling off the wagon. The world has more than enough suffering. I’d like to congratulate Mr Biden for his inauguration and I pray that he will bring dignity and decency back to the United States. He has something of a hill to climb I fear. Still, I remain optimistic for my American friends.

On another positive note: FREEDOM! I’m no longer subject to a self-isolation. Everyone in the household is safe and well. I can see the shops and sky again! Within safety guidelines of course!

So, it’s time for another display of the Harlequins writing music! I’ll be sharing five artists that I enjoy listening to while writing and often inspire poems themselves. Not a single artist post this week. I’m hoping to knock it out of the park this week with some weird and wonderful music for us all to vibe to, as the younglings say!

So, here goes. Join me as we delve into the musical minds of enchanting artists the world over!

Elena Siegman – Beauty Of Annihilation

Blue October – Hate Me

Imagine Dragons – Demons


Apocalypse Orchestra- The Garden Of Earthly Delights

So, that’s all of our wondrous tunes today inmates!

I hope that at least one of these artists draws your imagination in. Maybe a tune inspires a new piece of art from you. I urge you all to check out each of them, they all deserve the attention. Check out their songs and if you happen to find a new addiction, go give them some love on their page eh?

I suppose it’s time for my social media spiel. The asylum has a prescence on Facebook, I have an Instagram account and a page over on Twitter. As always, if you enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over at the Ko-fi page. Cheers for everything!

Until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

This plane of existence is tethered in veiny ivy,
Wrapped up in vines of jade design,
Strangling it while in turn holding it up,
The world in perpetual struggle,
Enduring strangulation,

I thought to climb them to the top,
Foolish Jack and a dire beanstalk,
To look out across the cosmos,
To see if there was escape somewhere out there,
A metaphysical cure for this infestation,

But the thorns claw at my hands,
A million little bayonets defending the crown,
The status quo,
Mustering pain and blood for each inch taken,
Punishing my hands for daring to seek change,

As the atmosphere grows sparse,
There are still malms of viridian barbs above,
Even the very heavens are tied by these green fingers,
Bone-weary my grasp dares to let free,
Maybe there is no way out of this sphere,

I do not know.

I am not foreordained to be remembered,
Not like the greats,
Austen and Tolkien,
Dickenson and Dickens,
Keats and Angelou,
My exertions are that of a novice in comparison,
My work akin to finger painting,
My aspirations that of a foolish mummer,

I’m not to be remembered,
Not to be celebrated,
I am a ghost among artists,
Not yet exorcised,
Scratching nonsense in to chalk,
Wailing from outside the halls of fame,
I won’t be allowed in,
As souls of creative import congregate within,
Myself an ungifted wraith will claw limply at the door,

I’ll pass with not a mention,
And when I am finally ash,
Everything I’ve done will follow,
Off into the solar winds,
And out of memory.