240031
I got hit by SAD so hard this year I'm still feeling it. Layna, your lyrics are like therapy to me. Piano + LSDj is such a unique texture, and the composition so adventurous!
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What Season Is It
A solo entry for good measure! Tracked in LSDJ 9.3.9, mixed in Ableton. Piano was liveplayed with the Addictive Keys plugin.
The idea for this song came to me a few days before the original Spring Tracks deadline, when I realized that my holiday cards were still on the fridge. The song is essentially about Seasonal Affective Disorder, which is typically associated (and rightfully so) with Winter. But it hits me hard in the Spring when I think about my old college friends.
Hey you! Why don't you take the opportunity to call someone you care about, someone you haven’t spoken to in a while.
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so cool and so real... I love all the components of this!!
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So beautiful!
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Totally should've shared these sooner, but here are the lyrics:
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Winter’s over, for everyone but me
I’m holding on to holiday cards from 2019
At commencement, we swore to keep in touch, but
Outside of advent, we don’t talk too much.
I don’t wanna give them up
’Tis the season for cleaning out the past
But I’m worried that this letter is the last
Time I hear from you, Spring Time is a bastard
I’ve gathered up my snowflakes but the rain is falling faster
A memory falls into the cracks beneath the fridge
I lack the energy to move it
A memory falls into the unfreezing dust
Where the freshly watered earth eats it up
My album leaves are soaked with teary eyes
From paper faces folding in and out of life
Our trees are nourished by the lives we leave behind
But by Algernon I’m cursed with the awareness our time
Anxiety blooms in the absence of action
In place of paper, I’ll give you a call
And I pray that I'll see you by the end of Fall
I hope you answer; please pick up.
’Tis the season for cleaning out the past
But I’m worried that this message is the last
Time I hear from you, Spring Time is a bastard
I’ve gathered up my snowflakes but the rain is falling faster
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Winter’s over, for everyone but me
I’m holding on to holiday cards from 2019
At commencement, we swore to keep in touch, but
Outside of advent, we don’t talk too much.
I don’t wanna give them up
’Tis the season for cleaning out the past
But I’m worried that this letter is the last
Time I hear from you, Spring Time is a bastard
I’ve gathered up my snowflakes but the rain is falling faster
A memory falls into the cracks beneath the fridge
I lack the energy to move it
A memory falls into the unfreezing dust
Where the freshly watered earth eats it up
My album leaves are soaked with teary eyes
From paper faces folding in and out of life
Our trees are nourished by the lives we leave behind
But by Algernon I’m cursed with the awareness our time
Anxiety blooms in the absence of action
In place of paper, I’ll give you a call
And I pray that I'll see you by the end of Fall
I hope you answer; please pick up.
’Tis the season for cleaning out the past
But I’m worried that this message is the last
Time I hear from you, Spring Time is a bastard
I’ve gathered up my snowflakes but the rain is falling faster
