Don’t leave me dancing in the dark.
[original composition] hunger.
released 16 april 2012 on bandcamp.
Source: SoundCloud / sheisnoelle
Finally figured out how the embed feature works for this thing. :)
Woke up this morning to huge congratulations from friends and loved ones and feedback in spades that people really do enjoy my work.
As I just told my mom over breakfast: The generosity of people towards this release never ceases to amaze me.
And you know what? It’s only the second day.
To everyone who liked, reblogged, shared the link to the bandcamp site and the individual tracks — on your blog, on Facebook and everywhere else; for all your kind words and encouragement… THANK YOU, oh so much. I wish there was a way to let you know just how much this all means to me. —N.
sheisnoelle.bandcamp.com
Sometimes, it’s not about waiting for life to offer you what it can.
Sometimes, it’s about taking what you have and doing what you can.
And then taking it further than you expected.
There are a lot of people who deserve thank yous for this and as much as I would like to list you all down, I might probably run out of space — or worse, I might forget someone and I can’t have that.
So to my lovelies, to my friends, to my family and all of you who have been waiting for something big to happen — this is one of the small things that make up that big thing. Thank you. I hope you enjoy the songs.
*Individual tracks will be downloadable at your price of choice (and yes, 0.00 USD counts as a price) midnight of 16 April 2012. The idea of getting paid for my music is great, but I -want- people to have the opportunity to enjoy my music.
I originally wrote this song for guitar back in 2006, even though I’m not exactly well-versed in that particular instrument. But as the years have gone by, I found that the more that I thought about how C&N would sound best… or, I suppose you could say, how it could sound “truest” to the way it is in my heart, I started to think that maybe… since it’s a song that speaks for me, it would be better if I could play it on the instrument that I know and can express myself through best.
This version was recorded at home, still clearly in it’s draft stages, but I’m rather proud of how it’s come out.
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Coffee & Nonsense
Music & Lyrics: Noelle Pico
how are we doing tonight?
won’t you tell me how it’s been?
your eyes have a story again
so why don’t you begin;
let’s sit back and get comfy,
times like these are far-between and few;
yes i want to hear all about it (oh, all about it)
over a cup of coffee for two;
and the road is filled outside (outside)
the night is soothing, oh, soothing to my mind
guess i’ve got a lot to contemplate now,
but maybe it’s better if we don’t make sense inside;
it’s okay to wish for things… right?
to brood a little over dreams that are worthwhile;
i shield my eyes and think quiet (quiet),
i want to speak up, but i can’t begin to look in your eyes;
and the road is filled outside (outside)
tonight is soothing, oh, soothing to my mind
yes, i’ve got a lot to contemplate now
and maybe it’s better if we don’t make sense inside;
i never did like drinking coffee,
it always puts me straight to sleep,
i guess i always believed
that you’d be here to drink it up for me;
and the road is filled outside
the night is soothing, oh, soothing to my mind
you’re something i contemplate on
but maybe it’s better, if things don’t make sense inside
Source: SoundCloud / sheisnoelle
I’ve been pleasantly surprised by the handful of new followers over here, in spite of my lack of activity in recent weeks. My apologies to those who were looking forward to some new covers; my health hasn’t been very good these last three weeks. I’m hoping to have that change soon tho?
Resharing this previously uploaded original composition because it seemed right to do so. To those of you who previously reblogged and liked this song previously: Thank you; I love you all, very much. For those of you who are hearing it for the first time: I hope you enjoy.
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[original] Telescope
Music & Lyrics: Noelle Pico
draw me up a chart
with stardust chalk
as we lie beneath this ceiling
my fingers, moving on your cheek
focusing your eyes towards tomorrow
where can we map out our dreams
clear as you can view
the nearest stars through the lens
where mars makes me think of beadwork
hung around there on your neck
let’s play pinball with the bears
watch it bounce right over the moon
i’m tired of dancing
but i’d like a few more stolen hours with you
turn the stand and swivel left towards the clouds
can you see it? i can see it
kiss me quiet on my palm
where the lines form a constellation
and your breath takes me backwards in time
everyone likes to think of meanings
for the sky, for the world
for the fact that things are being
clear as you can view
the nearest stars through the lens
where mars makes me think of beadwork
hung around there on your neck
let’s play pinball with the bears
watch it bounce right over the moon
i’m tired of dancing
but i’d like a few more stolen hours with you
turn the stand and swivel left towards the clouds
can you see it? i can see it
wrap orion’s belt around my little finger
no promises that won’t make it through the night
sometimes i can’t believe our secrets
where you and me
are just you and me
let’s play pinball with the bears
watch it bounce right over the moon
i’m tired of dancing
but i’d like a few more stolen hours with you
turn the stand and swivel left towards the clouds
can you see it?
i can see it
Source: sheisnoelle
#thisismylife
thank you @marybethnave for having me on #TuesdayswithMarybeth #DZRJ810AM
last night, i wrote this entry over on my new space at dreamwidth (this actually gives a bit of background on the content of this post). and then, this morning, i woke up and pulled rufio’s stand close and sat down to put together one last message for 2011.
this is an unfinished piece. the words are only half there and the music is untamed, but unfinished is good. unfinished means that i have something to look forward to. unfinished means i have time. unfinished means this story is still waiting for me to figure out how to tell it in the best possible way that i can manage.
and i just wanted to take this time to share it with all of you.
so, again: thank you. i hope you all have wishes to whisper at midnight and people to smile with when the clock strikes twelve, hour after hour after hour. please know that you that are all in my thoughts, whether i know you by name or not.
happy new year, everyone; happy new year, you beautiful world. —N.
#TITLEPENDING
Music & Lyrics: Noelle Pico
hello / my name is… / i think you’re amazing
hello / my name is… / i think i would love to be friends
how do you go out there / when their fingers are needles
and the hands that you see / carry knives
how do you tell them / that this is what you see
without them telling you / that all you’re doing are lies
i’m only safe in this room / don’t you see?
i’m only safe / inside these four painted walls
hello / my name is… / my name is…
i should be turning in for the night. i have work in a couple of hours.
except that… i have all these emotions running through me right now.
there are days when i am very bad with words. these days are usually when they matter the most; when i really, really want to say something and have people get what it is i’m trying to express.
days that i’m afraid i’ll say them wrong and then no one except me will understand what it is i wanted to put down. because it means to much to get it right. to reach out and say: hey. you mean the world to me.
i had a conversation with one of my longest and oldest friends earlier yesterday aftenoon. she and i have known each other since we were kids hammering out songs on two different pianos in an auditorium that is there still, but not quite the same. our conversation went like this:
Her: one song can change you
not everyone gets to go to narnia
you know
some of us get to listen to a song
or a band
or read something
and get transformed
while being in the same place
it may take months?
but it’s pretty much
the equivalent of any change you can find in a story book
i don’t know if i’m making sense
but
Me: no you are
and i am a mess at work
haha my makeup
(don’t say sorry)
Her: i just know that things can change you
when people can’t reach you
Me: (i put this on so that the damn thing could be ruined)
Her: ahahah, make-up
there is nothing wrong or weird with wanting to tell them
that their song made things happen for you
there is nothing wrong with having to sing it
there is nothing wrong with being touched
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months ago, a health scare in the family got me thinking: it’s been over a decade, noelle grace. maybe you’ve got it all wrong. maybe you… maybe you’re pushing for something too hard. something that’s not meant to happen. maybe you should just stop and give up. set aside that keyboard. put away the words you match to the white and black keys.
and then. well. hey. the universe throws a curveball in the guise of five amazing boys. and then something somehow clicks into place. and you realize: you can’t. not yet.
how can you when you see them push and push and go out there, focused on their dreams. how can you say that you find them that amazing and not try.
again. and again. and again. until you get to where you need to be.
so, yeah. no cover this week from me.
just a thank you. and a song.
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[original] “SALISI”
music: Noelle Pico ; lyrics: Noelle Pico, Mags Forto
just like a wake-up call two seconds too soon
when i am startled out of sleeping and washed over in blue
and my heart’s chasing this unnamed, fleeting feeling
that’s gone off there with the evening
as the sun peeks all over you
and like a half-remembered dream i keep on thinking
that i’ve messed up all the details that brought together truth
and this ‘we’ of ours, a word left untranslated
i wish i’d seen it, i would have seized it
freeze-framed it so i wouldn’t have had to fall
it was all sleight of hand, accidental trick,
this crime of opportunity,
my pockets emptied of affections
i cannot really afford to really feel
and what is worse is i can’t blame you,
i can’t get mad or even shame you
for an unintended something
that neither of us would have known
and i wonder do you see a half-made memory of me
your eyes, that smile, your voice — calling out my name
and i — i wonder how it’s fair at all to want to say goodbye
we’ll chalk it up to déjà vu
this love from me
to the ghost of you
and me and everything
that we could have
ever tried to be
let’s not define ourselves
by what we’re not,
maybe one day
we’ll time it right
but for now let’s breathe
and let go
at the count of three
Source: SoundCloud / sheisnoelle
i might be making some changes around here *gestures to webspace* because i realized that half the time, i postpone posting because i’m too preoccupied with getting a ‘finished sound’ (this is something i could hypothetically manage… if my bizarre work/sleep schedule wasn’t what it was and real life concerns weren’t so pressing).
so anyway, this is a first in a series of posts that will be tagged as outtakes: upstairs in the workshop. this is something new so bear with me.
i’m hoping to make full use of tumblr’s audio post option to create a timeline for my works-in-progress (just to say, i have a to-do list as long as the stretch of ortigas, thereabouts).
the posts i share here will include me rambling and stumbling over notes and songs and whatnot. it won’t be pretty or polished and you’ll hear a lot of ambient noise in the back, but it is something i want to do and share with all of you who’ve shown an interest in my sound. like a… virtual diary/pseudo!podcast whathaveyou. lmfao.
now, without further adieu—
notes from the workshop: you may have heard mention of SALISI over here. this is essentially my first… conceptual piece, wherein i try to get across the meaning of the word that i’ve used as a title. many thanks to my lovely marguerite, who spent the early hours of a morning to help hash out the stuff that needed to be said in order for the music to take. i hope you guys like this sample.
—N.
When people find out that I have an entire portfolio of songs tucked away, one of the questions that I get asked often is “How long does it take you to write a song?”
My answer? Sometimes it’s the span of a break between classes (when I was still in uni). Or a train ride from the Taft Avenue MRT all the way to GMA-Kamuning. I’ve had songs sit for months, even years. And there are those rare instances; certain songs that come out whole leaving me with nothing left to do but work out the arrangement on the piano to refine an already polished piece.
I guess at the end of the day, it’s really all about (for me, anyway) knowing what you want to write and gauging whether you can write it. If the music cooperates, magic happens.
Tonight was like that.
Noelle: bebe
what does salisi mean
Marguerite: basically, to say “nagkasalisi”
is to say that two (or more people missed meeting each other)
like if you come over to my house and i’m not there, kasi kakaalis ko lang
Noelle: lol cos my friend is asking why some people use it
when you get pickpocketed
/INTERESTING IMAGERY THAR THO
Marguerite: ah, in the context of “nasalisihan”, it’s a crime of opportunity
Noelle: can we use that?
/wants to use this song to prove to the world how awesome filipino is ok
Marguerite: see, salisi (in both definitions and context) is about that split-second, that moment of ‘chance’
Noelle: tangene
may bridge na ako
/works around the concept
Marguerite: come to think of it, we really can use both contexts
as “missed connection” and as an act of stealing.
salisi as a crime also revolves around “what the fuck just happened?!”
Noelle: ^ this
teka let me type
Source: mlina.livejournal.com
