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Words Pieces - NEW!
Diamonds Dumb, Rhinestones Fun Aug 19, o7
Don't Waste My Time
  Aug 2,o7
Gray Morning  Aug 2, 07
It's Taboo  Aug 2, o7
Stop  Wait  Go On  Aug 2, 07
Where Aliens Play Aug 2, o7
The Warmth Within July 22, 07
Sexe-Tete Swirl in the Sky July 17, 07
Love Gamble
Love Gamble - FULL GAMBLE TANGLE
Words Cannot Contain 
My Dreams and I  
Do We Meet Again? 

Words and Music !!
Can't Cross the Gap
White Chocolate and Hot Fudge Sauce

Words and Music - MUSIC SOON !!
Tank Almost Empty
Walking with John Lennon
The Echo of the Echo
Heavy Rain
I Need
It's Taboo
Gray Morning

Diamonds Dumb, Rhinestones Fun
     

Word Pieces - A Sampling
The Warmth Within
Stop  Wait  Go On

This Person I Call Me
Escape Velocity
Who is My Match?
Is She Good Enough?
Chains in the Mind
My Father's Worlds
Come Waste My Time
Words Cannot Contain 
My Dreams and I  
Do We Meet Again?
Love Gamble 
Love Gamble -
     FULL GAMBLE TANGLE
Don't Waste My Time

The Sexe-Tetes !!
White Chocolate and
     Hot Fudge Sauce MUSIC!!
Diamonds Dumb,
     Rhinestones Fun
The Sexe-Tete Galaxy
     Sexe-Tete Swirl in the Sky
 Come Waste My Time

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A Sorting

states of mind
Walking with John Lennon
My Dreams and I  
Words Cannot Contain
This Person I Call Me
Gray Morning
Can't Cross the Gap
Escape Velocity
Tank Almost Empty
Who is My Match?
Chains in the Mind
Heavy Rain
I Need

love
The Warmth Within
Stop  Wait  Go On
Do We Meet Again?
Love Gamble 
Love Gamble -
     FULL GAMBLE TANGLE
It's Taboo
Come Waste My Time

love trouble
Don't Waste My Time
The Echo of the Echo
Is She Good Enough?
Heavy Rain
I Need
Tank Almost Empty
It's Taboo

other people
Walking with John Lennon
My Father's Worlds

fun
Where Aliens Play

kid stuff
This Person I Call Me
Where Aliens Play

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Sorting -
in the order they came

2007

Do We Meet Again?
My Dreams and I  
Words Cannot Contain
The Sexe-Tete Galaxy
     Sexe-Tete Swirl in the Sky

2004
This Person I Call Me

2000
Gray Morning
My Father's Worlds
Walking with John Lennon
White Chocolate and
     Hot Fudge Sauce

1999
Can't Cross the Gap

1998
Where Aliens Play

Escape Velocity

Tank Almost Empty
Who is My Match?

1997
Love Gamble
Love Gamble -
     FULL GAMBLE TANGLE
Come Waste My Time
Chains in the Mind

1996
Stop  Wait  Go On
Heavy Rain
I Need

1994
Don't Waste My Time
The Warmth Within
The Echo of the Echo
Is She Good Enough?
It's Taboo

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ESCAPE VELOCITY

I am not meek
             I am not mild
I seethe I boil
             Like an A-bomb
                        I go wild
 Can't keep
            the force
                        INSIDE

I feel the strain
            The shell won't hold

That is my goal
            to break the shell
                        which keeps me coiled
            to break the spell
                        which has such hold
                                  ESCAPE VELOCITY

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© Elsa Schieder - 2006

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THE ECHO OF THE ECHO

I feel the echo of the echo of your touch
            
               It isn't much
I feel the faintest of faint traces
                  on my face
            
                        Then that's erased
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© Elsa Schieder - 2006

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TANK ALMOST EMPTY

The tank is almost empty
The car is clean and tuned

The car runs smoothly
But all is not
                             as it seems

The tank is close to empty
The gauge has made that clear

Each curve and rise are mastered
But all is not
                             as it seems

                                                    MORE


 © Elsa Schieder - 2006

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WHO IS MY MATCH?

Where is my match
            so the fire can catch
      from a spark
      to a flash
      to a hearth
      wood burning to ash

But who is my match?
Where is my match?
That is the catch

The wood is stacked high
      row upon row
the hearth fire is set

But where
      is my match?
who
      is my match?
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© Elsa Schieder - 2006

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CAN'T CROSS THE GAP


between the feeling and the fact
between the longing and the act
            a gap

I stand at the edge
   between this side and that
   between the urge and turning back
I stand at the edge
            of the gap
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© Elsa Schieder - 2006

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THIS PERSON I CALL ME

every day I’m going
      into the day not knowing
what kind of day
      the day will be

every day I’m going
      into the day not knowing
      
      what will I do?
      
      who is this person I call me?
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© Elsa Schieder - 2006

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Elsa's word pieces

Words Pieces - NEW!
The Sexe-Tete Swirl in the Sky July 17, 07
Love Gamble May 30, 07
Love Gamble - FULL GAMBLE
TANGLE
 May 30, 07
Words Cannot Contain
My Dreams and I  
Do We Meet Again? 
 
Words and Music !!
Can't Cross the Gap
White Chocolate and Hot Fudge Sauce

Words and Music - MUSIC SOON !!
Tank Almost Empty
 Walking with John Lennon
The Echo of the Echo
Heavy Rain
I Need
Don't Waste My Time
 It's Taboo
Grey Morning
     
Word Pieces - A Sampling
This Person I Call Me
Escape Velocity
 Who is My Match?
Can't Cross the Gap
Tank Almost Empty
Is She Good Enough?
Chains in the Mind
Walking with John Lennon
White Chocolate ...
     My Father's Worlds
Don't Waste My Time
Come Waste My Time

The Sexe-Tetes !!
White Chocolate and Hot Fudge Sauce
MUSIC!!
The Sexe-Tete Galaxy -
The Sexe-Tete Swirl in the Sky
 Come Waste My Time



A Sorting
states of mind
love
love trouble
other people

Sorting by Date Created

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WORDS MUSIC WORDS

Every time I'm going
into the words not knowing
what kind of thing I'm doing
what is this thing I'm making
what are these words creating

Words music, music words, rhythm beat,
spoken word, song,
words music, words beat,
rap poetry,
trip hip unhip unzipped
whispered, shouted, sung.

What is this?
spoken word poetry?
music words?
words music?
rap tap rhythm song?

Where do these words belong?
They don't follow song rules
so they can't be songs
Are some rap
with a rap beat?
Are some spoken word?
Some are to be sung -
country, trip hop, pop, folk, blues,
country folk, rock and roll, rap,
world beat, jazz, folk pop,

rhythm and blues.

words music words music
music words music words
rhythm beat strong
words to be spoken
words to be sung
words to be lived
moments

words music words music
music words music words
rhythm beat

What's cooking?
Whatever comes -
words alive
words strong
words music words music
rhythm beat
strong
movement
words moving
words shaping
words taking
words trying
     to catch life
     to catch moments
        moments like fireflies
          one moment bright
          next moment gone
words
words and rhythm
words to be spoken
words to be sung
words, sounds, music

words music
words music
words music

words going on and on
like the beat of a drum
word pieces
piecing together moments

words music words music
words music words music

stronger
fainter
closer

and then
can't hear
they're gone

like moments

but
in word pieces
a shadow lives on

words music words

listen

Elsa's word pieces - moods, moments
words music, spoken word, song


Elsa

July 15, 2006

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elsa - spoken word pieces - this person I call me

 

Elsa's word pieces, or ...

Elsa, moment by moment

 

About a dozen years ago, I began to wake up with "word pieces" in my head.

Some of the word pieces I called songs. They came with melodies, a chorus, lots of repeated lines. But even they rarely fit the conventional "song" format - verse, chorus, verse, chorus, bridge, verse, chorus - over and out. Something like that.

A new thought might come in where none was supposed to come. The rhythm might change, where it was not supposed to.

At the beginning, I thought - oh, I will just let them come as they want to come, and then "fix" them later. "Fix" - turn them into conventional songs.

But they did not want to be fixed. They cried and screamed when I wanted to cut into them. They fell apart, became stiff and twisted, instead of feeling (to me, anyway) like something that was supposed to be what it was.

I gave up on "fixing" them. It felt like "fixing" a woman to make her fit the traditional mold. Better to break the mold, or let others conform to the mold if it suited them - but to go my own way with my own pieces. If some had a standard structure, fine. But if most didn't, that was fine too.

But what was I to do with them? I put ads in the local entertainment papers, did bits of things with a number of musicians, got together a group of women for a few others, but somehow there was no longterm fit and nothing quite came together completely.

Things were started but not completed. Grants were sought after but, over and over, went to others. People had their own lives and desires, and directions.

And, as often has happened in my life, it was hard for me to go on searching for the right fit. I got tired, kept on writing the pieces, but I did less and less, over the years, about trying to get them out into the world.

Also, life kind of took over - other directions, other issues.

AND NOW I AM BACK. THIS PROJECT IS MY CENTER - MY OWN, MY CHOSEN HOME.

One by one, the pieces will come onto the site, and I will figure out how to make things work, so they can take their place, these unconventional children of mine, children I am proud of, pleased with, hopeful for.

signed,

Elsa

JUNE 6, 2006

 

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elsa - spoken word pieces - thinking - looking

 

There is a side thought I have had - it has to do with the Western understanding of "self-knowledge" versus the Buddhist understanding. In the Western way, one gains an ever more complete understanding of oneself as a person continuing over time, undergoing developments, with a continuity of being. So getting more and more self-knowledge tends to mean connecting with parts of oneself one has been cut off from, whether due to childhood trauma, an inadequate society, peer pressure, etc.

In the Buddhist way (as I have read about it, rather briefly), one is to gain, through meditation, glimpses of oneself, fragments of disconnected being. One is just to experience these glimpses into oneself, not connect them into a whole.

Why bring this up? Because when I read about the Buddhist understanding of self-experience, I thought of my word pieces - each of which tends to express a moment of being.

I have done the "Western" thing with these moments - put these fragments of being together into stories. They have quite naturally, for me, flowed from one into the next.

However, I have not wanted to tell the story. She said... They did... He went... Next what happened was... Then they went to a crowded restaurant ...

I wanted to let the moments stand as they are - and yet have not wanted them totally disconnected from one another.

One could say that I have found my own way of telling a story - moment by moment. And as well I have come to my own way of expressing my moments - through these word pieces.

 

As always, welcome into my world.

Elsa

JUNE 6, 2006

 

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telsa - spoken word pieces - wondering

 

 Word pieces ?
  Spoken word ?
Spoken word poetry?
Words music pieces?

I have tried, over and over, to call my word pieces, "spoken word pieces," because that's what pieces like these are commonly called. Okay, I say, they are spoken word pieces - but the term feels clumsy and clunky in my mouth, I think of shoes that don't fit right. The name for the pieces that feels natural to me is "word pieces" - for they are definitely pieces made of words.

They are not poems, as poems are usually taken to be now - pieces meant to be slowly enjoyed, the meanings delved into and gradually uncovered, and the deeper meanings elucidated only later still. No, my pieces are not that. At their best, they capture moments.

Nor do my pieces fit a traditional song format - though many have melodies and some are meant to be sung. But "songs"? I wouldn't mind calling many of them songs, but I've been told, over and over, about all the rules songs need to follow. Also, they are meant to work just as they are - no music - and songs usually don't.

That brings me back to word pieces. The term just feels right. A stubborn little voice inside me holds on to the term.

But there is something else that matters. If I put them on the web as word pieces, chances are no one will find them, no matter how much people might like the pieces if only they knew they were there. No one is looking for word pieces. It's like, for clothing, no one is looking for fabric pieces - they want jeans and t-shirts, sweatshirts, shorts.

What are people looking for? Many don't just want more of the traditional. So they put words into the search engines - words music, music words, alternative music artist, alternative artist, spoken word poetry, rap poetry, new. They don't know just what will come up - just like I don't know what to call these pieces, so people will come take a look.

Its not like jeans and t-shirts. It's something that doesn't quite fit anywhere, so far at least.

So I now have two words for the pieces - word pieces, and words music pieces. Words music pieces is actually better - for the pieces are made up of more than words. Words and music.

So, welcome to my world of word pieces/words music pieces.

 

Elsa

JUNE 15, 2006

 

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elsa - spoken word pieces - this person I call me - moment by moment



For one of Elsa's words music pieces, Who is this Person I Call Me, click here.

For another of Elsa's words music pieces, White Chocolate and Hot Fudge Sauce, click here.

 

 

A dozen years ago, I began to wake up
with word pieces - words music, spoken word,
songs - in my head.
Escape velocity.
Echo of the echo.
Tank almost empty.
Can't cross the gap.
Welcome into my world.

 

 

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A note for those of you who, like me, care that I sometimes write "Elsas" and sometimes "Elsa's." I prefer to use "Elsa's" - this is the grammatically correct spelling. But there are rules of the web. One rule: there are places where one can't use apostrophes. Another rule: one is supposed, at specific times, to use the spelling identical to the place where one can't use apostrophes.

 

 

 


 

 

 


 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

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