#Singer Songwrtier

[monalucine]

Who was tell me writing was just a productive way to disassociate from reality

[nicromancytarot]

Hello hello, voice reveal cus I wanna share my masterpiece with you. For context, gonna be a famous singer (manifesting hard with clenched butt cheeks) and I have been in writers block for literally months, this is now my 125th song called “Spoon Feeding” (I am working on it very slowly as I am scared to ruin my sexy geniusness)

So here is my favourite verse cus it flows so well and I am a slut for the rhyme (and it’s the only verse right now) I don’t normally sing with my British accent lmao, but she’s Brit today lads.

This is my first demo, I may record a better one later if I stop procrastinating the rest of the verses 😔

Give me your opinions, you think we’re making it out of the UK with this one boys?

[hiiitsv]

SZA <3

[nonna-thefolkgremlin]

me: *writes an entire tracklist dedicated to the autistic/aroace experience*

relative: “oh! are you sure people will relate to these if they’re not about love?”

me: *stares at them with a raised eyebrow because i tuned half of their sentence out*

[khandedoe]

one of the songs I'm working on atm

[mischief-night-ghost]

I am so sorry, but I have a pet peeve about listening to leaked music.

I'm miffed bc I know what goes into the song making process on all points. It just isn't fair to the artist to do that to them, unless they themselves released it on purpose.

So no I will not be listening to the leaked MCR tracks, which I almost find it hard to believe are real anyway, especially bc of how AI has been recently.

[cleocat4]

⚔️👋🏽🌹

I want to congratulate 👑 King Pedro on his new movie by re-releasing the serenade I wrote.

I am sweating my edges out and eyeliner off in an open fiend in Texas in the middle of May for this but it’s so worth it.

I was so nervous to press ‘post’ on TikTok but since, I’ve connected with fellow Pedro puppies who just… understand. I LOVE THAT. If you catch a vibe, keep it rolling. 💜✨

✨LiStEn UnTiL ThE EnD Or BaD LuCk FoR 10 years. ✨

[waitingforlostsouls]

All Is Fair In Love And War

I lost a little piece of my sanity Last time we went to war like this Watched you take out my soldiers My best made defense I let my guard down I'll go ahead and admit But with a couple of screws loose now Sometimes I go into rage induced fits I've been reading some Sun Tzu I've been studying what makes you tick Tick, tick, tick, boom! Those emotional bombshells go off without a hitch Like what if I told you you're what I hate? How deep would it hit? What if this calm persona Suddenly blew her lid? Screaming like a kettle Like a banshee anouncing that things are about to go to shit I see you quaking in your seat As my tanks come rolling in My kisses my battle cry Too bad you've never felt it Because love's a battfield Love's something no one can predict They can try, with their tarot cards And falling sticks But you've made me a little too random A lover of sparking conflict And not one of your own I've been reading some Sun Tzu I've been studying what makes you tick Tick, tick, tick, boom! Those emotional bombshells go off without a hitch Like what if I told you you're what I hate? How deep would it hit? What if this calm persona Suddenly blew her lid? I know what you're going to say "Don't your actions kind of contradict" You love me, you hate me That's an apt observation I'll admit But I've abandoned my old ways I've taken up a new tactic Not thinking things through Got a little bit too constrict-ing Instead I decided to let myself loose Was already on the brink Of pure insanity Now look what you did

[sentimental-apathy]

So I showed my face this time and I hate it lol.

[selpide]

a long, confusing, existential introduction

i have noticed there's a proportion of us humans who seem to have a tendency to look for the essence of things

an obsession, some would say

(some would be right)

minimalism, others will state

(other will be wrong)

(there's nothing small about this search)

i am a number of this proportion, you see

everything i do, i try to undress it to the bones

find the skeleton

trace the carcass

what's the closest i can get to one truth before it burns my skin alive?

that's where i like it

that's where i live

a nomad in the borderland of skulls

there's some holy serenity in being able to go the distance

that distance

i went that distance yesterday

i have trouble putting into words what i do

and what i do is who i am

so i spend an unhealthy (what is healthy anyways?) amount of time in this so-called minimalist search for the most precise arrangement of letters to make other people understand what my ego claims as hers

i am a writer

that is without a doubt

the first thing i have ever been

the last thing i will ever be

let's set aside the clearness and focus on the blurry lines

i am a singer

(i make songs)

am i a singer?

i am a cinematographer

(i am an audiovisual communication graduate)

am i a cinematographer?

do i deserve to claim myself as part of these guilds, these collectives, these ideas, these concepts, these communities, these archetypes, these

words

do i deserve to be called by any of these perfect words?

when you are called by your name

even if you know you are not your name

(you are not some letters nor their sound

you are flesh and blood and bones and maybe, if we are all lucky, a soul

however

when this name is called upon)

you answer

as if you were synonyms

as if meaning and symbol became lost within each other until becoming one and the same

so when someone says

"writer"

and i turn my head

when i jump at the sound

when my brain has already done the job — and i cannot escape my fate — the fate my brain has woven for myself — when someone calls for a writer and i raise my hand

do meaning and symbol get mixed up just the same?

this is where it got heavy for me

do i deserve to claim the same name as every single person who came before me, and whom i admire, and whom i respect, and whom i couldn't dare to offend (them nor the rest of the world) by suggesting we may belong to a somewhat similar category?

but then again

names

words

why should anyone be worthy of a title? surnames are given. they come to us by birth. like it or not, they're part of our identity — they give information on who we are — be it by acceptance or denial — be it by proximity or self-made walls — opposite or mirror — we don't need to deserve our surnames. they are us and we are them.

am i a singer?

yes

am i a cinematographer?

yes

i first was a songwriter — a writer of songs. then i discovered i could sing them. badly. but they were sung. less badly. and they kept on being sung. less less badly. and then i discovered i could put my own music into them. i once met kim yerim on the streets of madrid. i handed her a piece of paper with the lyrics of my song written on them. and she spoke these words: "so you are a producer? you are a composer?". and it was a conversation, and she was looking at me in the eyes, and so i answered. i said: "yes". and it was as simple as that. because it is true. i produce songs. i compose songs.

i am a producer.

sunghyuk said i already am a producer.

and it is as simple as that.

so i write songs. and i sing them. and i produce them. and that's all too long to fit a social media bio, isn't it?

so what am i?

a music maker

i am a music maker

i first was a scriptwriter — a writer of scripts. then i discovered writing scripts was too boring for me. there is only so much you can control about a story with a script. movies have so much more to them. movies move. so i started editing videos. turns out i have an eye for that. rhythm. that's all it is, really. i have an inner metronome. i can sense patterns. i can repeat them. i am a little clock pedaling backwards and onwards and to whichever direction has the beat that pulses the brightest. but you can't edit a blank screen — you need images. and there is only so much you can control about a story when images aren't yours. so i got myself a camera. a little green sony point and shoot, y2k excellency, all digital grain and untreated saturation and pixelated zoom. then another camera. a little red sony handycam that, as i write this, is on the cabinet under the tv of this apartment in the middle of another continent that i moved to three months ago

(i got this camera when i was 14)

(i think it might be my favorite camera)

then another one

then another one

then you know how it goes

i became a videographer

but these cameras could take pictures too, right?

pictures are so beautiful

i became a photographer

this kind of motion got be so obsessed i could not picture myself doing anything in this life that didn't rely on its cadence

so i got into college and i majored in film

(it's not film)

(you can't major in film in spain)

(not in university)

(so i got into audiovisual communication)

(you can major in audiovisual communication in spain)

(in university)

(i specialized in film)

(i wrote a film script as my final degree thesis)

(i ended up working as a scriptwriter)

(i am, as of today, a scripwriter)

(i miss my red sony handicam)

(i miss the colors)

i miss the motion

i direct my own music videos

i keep a record of my own life

i can't escape live photographs nor still movement

there's so many information in there

how can you shorten that up for a social media bio?

a filmmaker?

but does that sum up everything?

i don't think so

so what am i?

an image maker

i am an image maker

let's get back to words

because i am a writer

that's the only one i savor between my teeth

every letter is mine to say, mine to keep, mine to pray, mine for me

a writer

but what does a writer do?

letters are the smallest piece of a writer's craft

but we are not letter makers

same happens with words

we work with them

we don't create them

(not all the time)

(not as a summary of our duty and routine)

(words are not the word)

it's sentences

i guess that's it

that's just how minimalist it can get

so what am i?

a sentence maker

i am a sentence maker

i am a music, image and sentence maker

but what is music?

what are images?

what are sentences?

art

i am an artist

yes,

but

but

(always a but)

aren't they all languages?

i am a translator

aren't they all symbols?

i am a speaker of metaphors

aren't they all unexplainable ?

i am a magician

aren't they all but a beautiful attempt to capture, to portray, to preserve, to understand, to celebrate, to blame, to share

life

itself?

i am a life curator

(it's funny

i have a song about this

i scrambled some of its lyrics around

i love clues and riddles and the silly breadcrumbs some humans leave for others to find in hopes of making their everyday a little more adventurous

i hope someone someday finds this funny

i hope someone someday

thinks of this

as an adventure)

this is me

sélpide

life curator, writer and magician

welcome to the museum

i hope you find yourself inside here

[munchonbrows]

A song I wrote. It’s still a work in progress but I’m really proud of how it’s turned out so far!

[monalucine]

One of my friends wrote some songs but was like “oh, I would never call myself a songwriter”. And I’m like “babe, by definition you literally are”.

It just makes me think about how sometimes we only give ourselves permission to call ourselves writers and artist and performers if our craft is received well and if it can be monetized.

1/3

[nicromancytarot]

helmo! you guys liked my last demo, so here’s a little smth smth i came up with while waiting for my noodles to microwave 🤭🤭

[hiiitsv]

Lorde <3

[nonna-thefolkgremlin]

hello! my name is nonna(she/they) and i write, record, and produce music with the help of my guitar, goose.(yes i name my instruments shhhh)

i write predominantly alternative folk/indie folk, but dabble in other genres as well! i’m working on recording an album right now, and i’m looking forward to releasing it this november!!

i’m so excited to share this journey on tumblr!!

[plush-hugger]

the tv glows like you green and purple and blue itchy grass under our backs life inside confinement lacks at least it does to you i wanna hold your hands i wanna hold your hands i wanna hold your hands i wanna hold your hands i wanna hold your hands i wanna hold you i wanna hold you i will wait inside a snowglobe watching you from afar and there's a streetlight flickering right outside your room when you're asleep in a dream i hope that i'm there too when my van breaks down i'll call you up you won't fix it i'll just laugh we'll just sit sit and laugh the tv glows like you green and purple and blue purple and blue purple and blue purple and blue purple and blue purple and blue purple and blue