Thursday 25 February 2010

Film scores in all their magnificence



Today I found myself captured in the beauty of John Powell's composition. I am not a classically trained musician, far from it in fact. I can read little music, though I know the theory behind it, it does not come naturally to me and would take some intensive practice to speak music like I can english (although by anyone's standards that knows me, that would be difficult). I can only play the guitar and sing a little, but my appreciation of music spans broadly.

Always having been a massive fan of films, I noticed today as I was listening to John Powell's score for the Italian Job, that music can speak louder than anything visual. Asked when I was younger whether I would prefer to lose either my sight or my hearing, I had always said my hearing. Naturally I love having both, but it is a curious consideration. Why did I wish to have my sight so much? True, seeing the colours of The Birds of Paradise flowers, the elegance of a crested crane, the fantastically green eyes of the love of my life, they are all things which I so much take for granted. But it occurred to me today, how different would my life be if I could no longer see, but could still hear? My appreciation of what I considered beautiful would be transformed. I do not mean to say that I wish I was blind, that is not it at all, but I no longer wish to take any of it for granted.

This seems all very off topic, but to bring it all intertwined into the same context, what I wish to illustrate is how in the same way one would trust a guide dog to take them the safe route to wherever they needed to go, the score of a film tells the story without necessarily needing the visuals to elaborate. Although the same can be said of orchestral pieces composed by the fantastic Beethoven and Mozart, I find a fascination and a connection with film scores. It is not mainstream, often with no vocals at all, it is the layering of the instruments and the heightening of various emotions through emphasis on strings perhaps to portray sadness, or brass instruments to suggest cunning, or perhaps drums to build up to a climax of adrenaline. Whatever it is, the film scorer is a crucial part of the film making process which cannot be undermined in the slightest.

If I were able to read and write music, this would be my ideal job. A film without music is like a play, it is all in the spoken word, the portrayal of those words by the actors involved; yet, finding a perfect match for the (until now) "play" with music creates a complexity and tiered effect of emotion within the story that causes the audience member to connect that much more. Given the choice, I would always choose the music over the viewing of the film. I choose to put my trust in composers such as Howard Shore, John Powell and Michael Giacchino to take me on a magnificent journey that carries me into another world entirely.

To this day, the scores for the Italian Job, Lord of the Rings, Up, and Battelstar Galactica (Bear McCreary) send shivers down my spine, and it is a place where I find total escapism and relaxation.

A knight with His armour

My dark knight, you rescue me from myself
The depths to which I would go in my mind to not surface again
Never remain unchallenged
You look me in the eye and without a word I disappear from myself
Lost in the translation of your thoughts and the love in your eyes
You hold back the branches which would otherwise swipe me down
Only to help me see the path I walk
Hands intertwined, you grip and pull me onward until I keep the pace of you
We run, we jump, we look skyward, embracing the risk that we may fall
But keeping our eyes ever fixed up and our hands ever bound freely
We are kept on our feet
The terrain turns upwards, the rocks tumble down
Yet we continue just to climb on the ground which though not visible is the earth upon which our safety is sound.
A breathing moment to take a rest, I see into your eyes, and soon we are on our feet again running for our lives
It is not what we are running from which is that which keeps us going
But that which we run towards, that keeps our beating hearts synchronized.

My dark knight is a gift from whom I owe my whole life to,
Who has given me everything I know, and could take it away too.
But trust I found has lit my way, and given me this heart
That has its own hearing too to beat the same, though apart.

Wednesday 24 February 2010

The Dark light

The desires of my heart span the fathoms of the deep
Yet I still cannot find what I'm looking for
There is something in the darkness that follows me
Wary of its predation I flee

I'm kicking and pushing but it is soon that I find
The desires of my heart that I knew
No longer are found surrounding my being
But have disappeared in flight of the predator too

Desperation freezes me in a transcendent high
No more kicking or screaming, just a silent cry
It's coming too quick, I cannot escape
The purpose it seeks, to take me away

Though wait, it seems here is a predator not,
But a curious presence, who waited and watched
For me to see the outside of my heart,
To realize that the depths I have known, were not all dark

And light had diminished the darkness I knew
This presence was a friend, that showed my heart's truth
I could not have missed it, It was obvious to see
That I had been swimming without any ease

Now there was a companion, a friend guiding my search
I could suddenly see the creatures, the surface, the earth
It had become my homeland, I had become a true heir
Of the creator's kingdom, He had apportioned a share:

The whole of the kingdom, in all of it's glory
But it is not here yet, my mission, His story.

A broken world

Oh God my world is broken,
My God, your world is lost
We know not what you've given us,
or considered what the cost

For us you were forsaken,
For our sake you were crushed
It is wholly because of you
That we are not mere dust

You have shaped our hearts,
You have made us whole,
Our chains have been broken
We have found our soul

But God let not complacency
Be my sinking sand
In knowing that the Rock
Has made so firm our stand

Let us rise above it,
To soar on eagles wings,
To live life as you intended,
And to use the songs we sing

My heart God is your worship,
Your kingdom come on earth,
Revealing to the world,
that your death is our birth.

Tuesday 23 February 2010

Consciousness

Oh sleep leave me be, if your sole intention is to trip me
Into the thoughts that lead me astray and leave me weak

Like a feather on the breeze is your breath on me
A reminder that I'm alive and that this is not a dream

Oh sleep, leave me be, this is too beautiful for your dreams
That I fear leaving this reality and facing the deep

Like a whisper on the sea is your voice next to me,
some sensation, some elation, a melody deep in me

Lift me out of the darkness, bring me into the light
Let me see your true colours, reflect them in my eyes.

Feeling inspirationally stumped

Feeling a little drier than I like to be, I decided (wise or not) to release some older work...

Drive me away, oh drive me away
From this place, I cannot stay here.
The fondness I find from deep inside
Is gone, has vanished I fear.

Take me away, oh take me away,
let me be gone, let me be free
Free to write songs, free to write words
of lyrics and sweet poetry.

Give me the map, please give me the map
Let me show you a place we can go,
A place of just light, no darkness in sight
A place where inspiration grows

Follow the road, just follow the road
Yp ahead is where we should be
To enjoy the beautiful surroundings,
To think and be inherently free

But wait, just wait, it seems that we meet
A fork, a choice, a potential defeat
where logic and passion at rivalry head,
Must leave me abandoned to weep

Had I taken that road, had passion won me over
Little can I see where I'd be
A mountain? The sea? Or quite possibly
Holding on to a four-leaved clover.

"It is not about luck", I heard a voice say
"It comes from within you, in a heavenly way"
I shivered and shook at the thought that I
was the only one who knew what to say

"But please, oh mercy" I cried to the voice
"Why give me the chance? The impossible choice?"
"I have given your gift", the voice replied,
As to how you should use it is what you decide

"But please oh please, what if I make the wrong choice?"
"You won't my daughter" the voice had thundered
"I have given you reason and passion besides,
the balance you choose is what I have wondered"

So I embraced rationale and passion at each side,
A thought, a breath, a word,
And question how I may be able to ride
The eternal sunshine of my spotless mind.

Thursday 4 February 2010

Changing Rhythms

I long to strip away the ill desires of my heart, so that it beats only for you.
To know your death in love for me is the only real truth
To understand what you intended is not the life I know, but a chance to grow and flourish and blossom the seeds which you have sown.

Oh God my wretched heart is dry and soon it will be crumbled, if I cannot learn to find the heart that makes me humble.
This world oh God is not the home for which I was meant to rest, but the frontline of the battlefield with my armour against my chest.

But rescue me my gentle father from being overrun, from the traps and falls which flood this life, that I am not overcome.
So that very soon I find my heart, beating to the rhythm of Yours, and can rest in assurance that your grace and love has made my purpose sure.