Biography
\\\"I am a 27 year old musician from Liverpool; believing, whether creating or performing, it is as necessary a release as it is an enjoyable experience. My style = a fusion of a self created life; I have listened (do listen) to many styles of music, which have no doubt influenced me whether consciously or not. Therefore, pin pointing one specific genre to place myself in feels constraining. The simplest category would be ‘Acoustic’ in nature, from there, the choice of where to place it lends itself to the listener. I have been writing and performing for 5 years, on and off; the on button is stuck now and music will be a part of all my days, for the simple realisation...I need it! Having performed in a variety of venues throughout the Liverpool acoustic circuit, I feel it is time to begin spreading myself a little further afield and let my musical meandering continue. So fingers crossed for 2011 and my musical journey.\\\" I have also wrote poetry for the past 9 years, however, music has taken precedent over my poetry as the years have gone by. I let others be the judge of my writing style - giving it comparisons etc I just write the way I do and the let the result speak for itself (same for both poetry and song)
Samples
Poetry: The Void Between a Kiss Meeting lips contain what they can’t alone, closing a space that separates, killing two birds with one kiss. This void; the meta-narrative between lives, exsanguinating the concentration needed to fulfil habits, leaves one with a burning of incompleteness... No practical necessity can account for this burning. No pyre will rage strong enough to counteract. This void; a meta-narrative between our lives, expelling its subliminal desire to be enclosed, stokes the fire until lips meet... Meeting lips contain what they can’t alone: A void that imbues pyromania... Heat that rages whilst forging embers. ******* Censorship F word, C word, B word… All have their place; derivative of many b worded-ised languages. Spawned from the f word-ers who inhabited our land, met the sharp side of our sword, whilst infiltrating our ways via their tongues. C words; if it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t be the way I am now. I could have belonged to a pure land untainted by anyone else; Instead, I was born a B word at birth with a F word-ed up mother, who never refrained from using her F word-ing C word to get what she wanted. ****** Unchecked It never ceases to caress my attention when reason attempts to reason with uninhibited and unchecked irrationality; uttering logic aloud, telling the world of your musings, is not qualification. To muse or not to muse, not that it matters; a thought if left unchecked, will lead to pontification. ***** Song Lyrics: Can You Teach me to Smile (Verse 1) Letting the random thoughts of you crawl underneath my skin, Letting the feelings brew inside, Until I’m ready to jump in. Listening to your fractured words intrigues me more and more, Hiding yourself behind them, Knowing I do the same. (Chorus) I find it hard To sustain happiness, Even when the sun Is beating down (on me) (Verse 2) Not doing this in a little while I might not catch on quick, Looking for signals Looking for signs, Looking for something that might stick. Leaning all about you, Your gestures and your words. Coasting through your happy moments Just to find one that hurts. (Chorus) (Bridge) Even when the sun is beating down on me, I try and smile, When the sun is beating down on me, When the sun is beating down on me. ****** Envy vs. Pity (Verse 1) If memories could gather mass, what would they do? Find a reason to exist, detach themselves from you. If judgements could float away, from my mind. Shedding excess weight, leaving only envy behind. (Chorus) I’m envious of you, of all the things you don’t realise you can do. When you look at me, you will never know what’s inside of you, Could complete me. (Verse 2) If pity would quiet down, letting others speak. Envy may open up, instead of playing hide and seek. If envy were to call a truce, would pity accept? A promise sealed with trust, a risk which can’t be kept (Verse 3) If I could close my mind, just like you; maybe I wouldn’t feel conflict, the way I do. If conflict had a heart, would it feel pain? Two opposing wills, that I cannot sustain. ***** To listen to my songs follow the link: www.soundcloud.com/lloydrock
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