Rock Opera / Concept Album: The Picasso Album (working title)

[FuzzFace]

Thanks for the enthusiasm everyone!  This is exciting!  This whole topic has given me tons of ideas and I'm looking forward to seeing what everyone else will do with it!

I may even take a crack at one of these subjects myself...

Which theme do you want to tackle, cuthbert?

[cuthbert]

Which theme do you want to tackle, cuthbert?

Pity there isn't a topic about the committed commitment-phobe... 

I'm considering 'The Lovers' or 'Salomé' (and maybe others), but I'm a let-it-percolate type of guy, in that as I try to work things out, inspiration frequently happens. I know you published some lyrics earlier (couldn't find them on this page); are you looking for us to use them, or are they more a starting-off point?

[LCB]

Cool idea, I can do bass (electric and badlyintonated ashbory -the toy with rubber strings).

[FuzzFace]

I'm off on vacation.  I'll probably write a few more words while I'm on the beach.

cuthbert, if you have an additional idea, or if anyone has an idea on something that could round this out, go ahead and submit some stuff.  Either a new song or feel free to suggest lyrics that could be added to the stuff written below.

I tried setting up Skydrive, but it seems more complicated than we need at this stage.  Here are the lyrics to date which are still a work in progress.

(NOTE: 5 *'s means I'm happy with it... until then it's a work in progress)

Cup of Coffee **

You bridge the gap
between my young and my old soul
You've travelled the world
I've come in from the cold

You awaken, you tap
into the dream
you shatter the glass
of my sad role

Past my lips the air blows
my eyes are a portal
blood is thicker than water
through my body it flows

Confined in this room
all I do is consume
a cog in the wheel
I perpetuate gloom

You're my only solace
I run in an endless race
but with only one little taste
I can go and not leave a trace

Black gold you fuel the fire
as I push and I burn and I tire
for giants who wallow in mire
but my feelings make me a liar

because poor people slave
to give me what I crave.


The Lovers **

You're a good woman, my dear
But we've reached an impasse, I fear
We have too many colours inside
which I never wanted to hide

I would put it all out on the table
If only, my love, I was able
I hate that my love is not stable
Now I'm coming to tell you goodbye

One time we were on the same page
now it's dog-eared and torn and I misplaced the book
I have searched for myself
but I don't even know where to look

I'm not who I was nor am I the man I wanted to be
when I look in the mirror I can't say what I see
and the more I think of your love that I took
the more I feel like a crook

My dear you have so many dreams
that you'd willingly give up for me
but if we live our lives independently
we'll both be all that we can be.


Barcelona Beach **

Far away
from my home so grey
is a land of sand and sun and play
and when I'm there I have no name
I'm a man with a heart
There's no rules / there's no game

Would you call it "zen" or simply call it "sane"
To live a blissful day free of trouble and pain?
I ask myself which is the better way
to live the life I inherited or start fresh today?

Blue sky above and white sand below
under my feet and between my toes
waves they crash
the tide comes and goes
even busy bees stop
to smell a rose

Nature or nuture? / Even plants have instinct
Yet I choose my path / I am 'cause I think
But when I open my eyes / and see the natural world
I know who I am / the knots come unfurled

There's a place inside hiding in your core
it was there long ago before there was ever a war
it's protected well, safely locked down
away from all thought / doesn't make any sound

I'm hiding here and no one can tell
I've been hiding from me / I've been hiding from hell
Cloudless Sky, Starless Night
I call out to you with all my might.


Boy Leading A Horse *

The sky is infinite, the world is round
though all that I need is here on the ground

I tackle the mountains, I swing from the trees
I sail tall ships, making discoveries

I ride camels and horses / I bring countries to me
Every day is a trip / Life, an endless journey

My arms and my legs are servants to me
I don't ever see my very own face

though I see the wall in China
from up in outer space.


Guernica *

My faceless nameless state of mind
sitting between fastforward and rewind
from across the table glares at me
and mockingly
he stares at me
revels in my agony
questions, what do
I purport to be?
What is even important to me?
When did I learn to tolerate
the very evil that I hate?
the world war became a cold war
made mankind a desperate whore
with a mathematical thirst for more
distance from all absolutes
To justify necessity
collectively
we mobbed and lynched simplicity
we happily stabbed honest life
with our newly sharpened cynical knife

I say "we"
but could it be
I set out to change the world
but the world changed me?

[Bluesberry]

I'm off on vacation.  I'll probably write a few more words while I'm on the beach.

Watch out for Lobster man, you just never know which beach he is hiding out on, poking the ladies with his one big claw, or kicking sand in your face and stealing your beer in the confusion.  He is a sly one.

[FuzzFace]

Lobster-man may have a cameo yet.

[FuzzFace]

Here's another one... it's more a stream-of-thought right now...  needs polishing.  I might need to tone it down.  At the moment I'm going for as dramatic as possible.



Salomé

The floor hurts my bones
The couch smells like a foreign market
I'm uncomfortable in my own skin

Will you answer to whatever I call you
Will you permit me to take you
and own you / control you...

use you to escape from every thought within?

Will you soothe me and pet me / adore me like an animal
feed me / and teach me
the tricks I need to know?

Will you take me in?

Will you guide me with your staff
like a shepherdess / a goddess
permit me to suck your breast
suck every part of your holiness

And when you're lying down
and the lights are out
and your curves are teasing the stars

I will get on my knees
and hold you

exactly

as I please

And I will worship myself
chanting rhythmic praise
to the dust we are made of

Drops of my sweat will drip
down your waist from your hip
as I contract muscles / push you and bend you
to gain the sensation I need

I will selfishly commit
the only act of creation empowered to me
and give all that power to you

leaving me the useless empty shell I was
as you take everything I ever could have offered the world
had I simply opened my heart.

[Satchwood]

wheh, some pretty intense lyrics FF!   Very cool!

I'm a bit confused now, in the general overall sense lol.   Are you taking Picasso's paintings and writing lyrics that will paint a story that will eventually fit your original outline?   Or have you scrapped that idea?

[Ferryman]

Love those lyrics FF. Very, very intense.

I personally think it would be impossible to weave a story across all the pics, which was why I assumed this was more of a concept album than a rock opera. The concept being a set of songs inspired by Picasso paintings.

If FF can wave a story through all of this he is a lyrical god........

Cheers,

Nigel

[Bluesberry]

All joking aside with the Lobster-man stuff, I really think your lyrics are most excellent Fuzz, I am sorta blown away by them.  You are a very good poet my friend.