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Exciting Ukulele News!!! New Channel

Hi my lovely friends 🙂

SoOo I have exciting ukulele related news (although all things ukulele rested are exciting). I have been working on a project for uni and it has been going very well. It’s a youtube channel where I write and play songs on the ukulele inspired by films and TV shows, or covers of music from films/TV shows.

I’m really proud of the work I have done, I’ve learnt to video edit, recorded some of my own sound and most importantly am finally writing music again and singing in a public forum. I was trained as a singer, and started my degree in music but after a hard mental health time I walked away from it. It’s lovely to be doing it again but on my terms, performing what I want and in an environment I feel comfortable in.

It would be lovely if you checked out my youtube channel HERE and like/comment/subscribe if you want to.

I also have a blog HERE dedicated to the channel.

Your interest and support in this project would mean a lot to me.

Here are some of my favorite videos I’ve made (I love them all though). If you follow me due to discussing mental health I wrote a but of the girl interrupted song based on my own experiences with borderline personality disorder. You can see the video below, and a vlog I did about writing it HERE

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Some song lyrics I have been working on

Sitting by my bedside table,

The answer seems to glow like a beacon.

I’ve lost all control

or maybe it’s been taken.

I know, I know I know.

 

Walking past my desk,

The answer seems to light up like a firework.

I didn’t plan on this.

I miss feeling like I’m a person.

I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know.

 

I don’t want to go, well maybe,

maybe just a little.

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Bigger On The Inside – Amanda Palmer

This song needs to be shared. AFP explains why she wrote it, if you want to skip to where it starts go to 2.20

You’d think I’d shot their children
From the way that they are talking
And there’s no point in responding
‘Cause it will not make them stop.

And I am tired of explaining
And of seeing so much hating
In the very same safe havens
Where I used to just see helping

I’ve been drunk and skipping dinner
Eating skin from off my fingers
And I tried to call my brother
But he no longer exists

I keep forgetting to remember
That he would have been much prouder
If he saw me shake these insults off
Instead of getting bitter

I am bigger on the inside
But you have to come inside to see me
Otherwise you’re only hating
Other people’s low-res copies

You’d think I’d learn my lesson
From the way they keep on testing
My capacity for pain
And my resolve to not get violent

But though my skin is thickened
Certain spots can still be got in
It is typically human of me
Thinking I am different

To friends hooked up to hospital machines
Two kinds of cancer
And there is no better place than from this
Waiting room to answer

The French kid who wrote an e-mail
To the website late last night
His father raped him and he’s scared
He asked me “How do you keep fighting?”

And the truth is I don’t know
I think it’s funny that he asked me
‘Cause I don’t feel like a fighter lately
I am too unhappy

You are bigger on the inside
But you’re father cannot see
You need to tell someone, be strong
And somewhere some dumb rockstar truly loves you.

You’d think I’d get perspective
From my few years by the bedside
It is difficult to see the ones I love
So close to death

All their infections and procedures
And the will to live at all in question
Can I not accept that my own problems
Are so small?

You took my hand when you woke up
I had been crying in the darkness
We all die alone but I am so, so glad
That you are here

You whispered “We are so much bigger on the inside,
You, me, everybody
Some day when you’re lying where I am
You’ll finally get it truly”

We are so much bigger
Than another one can ever see
Trying is the point of life
So don’t stop trying

Promise me.

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First post of the year. Where have I been? John Grant and stuff.

Hey there

Blogs have been less frequent due to –

My horrible job.

Uni, which I feel like i’m never at and its assignments.

Break up with BF

And as you may guess from the tone of this post so far, I’m in a sad place. No one wants to hear a sad girl bitch on about her life. So I’ll try and keep it brief and positive.

I have started playing the ukulele, not sure if I told you that are not, but I have. I am going to start customising one and give it to my favourite person (Amanda Palmer). I was going to make her one from a kit but the only kit I could afford got poor reviews. I just had a dream I met her and she didn’t like me, which is sad.

amsydney

This is her harnessed to the Sydney Opera House. Who wouldn’t love her?

So yes. I’m holding off on the blogging until I have something nice to say.

I would like to share this with you all. Its been a lot of comfort to me.

Glacier by John Grant

You just want to live your life

The best way you know how
But they keep on telling you
That you are not allowed

They say you are sick
That you should hang your head in shame
They are pointing fingers
And want you to take the blame

There are days when people are
So nasty and convincing
They say things beyond belief
That sting and leave you wincing

And to boot they say their words
Come straight down from above
And they really seem to think
That what they’re doing counts as love

This pain
It is a glacier moving through you
And carving out deep valleys
And creating spectacular landscapes
And nourishing the ground
With precious minerals and other stuff
So, don’t you become paralyzed with fear
When things seem particularly rough

Don’t you pay them fuckers as they say no never mind
They don’t give two shits about you. It’s the blind leading the blind
What they want is commonly referred to as theocracy
And what that boils down to is referred as hypocrisy

Don’t listen to anyone; get answers on your own
Even if it means that sometimes you feel quite alone
No one on this planet can tell you what to believe
People like to talk a lot, and they like to deceive

This pain
It is a glacier moving through you
And carving out deep valleys
And creating spectacular landscapes
And nourishing the ground
With precious minerals and other stuff
So, don’t you become paralyzed with fear
When things seem particularly rough

This pain
It is a glacier moving through you
And carving out deep valleys
And creating spectacular landscapes
And nourishing the ground
With precious minerals and other stuff
So, don’t you become paralyzed with fear
When things seem particularly rough