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 Words add a new dimension to music, but for some musicians, the words are difficult to render.  I want to talk for a moment about writing songs before we know what they are. Not demos or tracks. Not finished things in themselves. Not even pop songs, or genre based words.  Let's start with nothing... Just the act of writing — daily, imperfectly, with no expectations or judgement, and without asking where the work will end up. Many musicians stall not because they lack ideas, but because they wait for readiness. They wait for the right sound, the right software, the right emotional clarity, the right version of themselves. What gets lost in that waiting is the most vital part of music-making: the habit of return . A song a day is not a productivity challenge. It’s not about output. It’s about keeping the creative channel open. Lyrics are a particularly generous place to begin, because they sit halfway between thought and sound. They don’t demand polish. They don’t...

The Counterpane by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA Why do I keep on trying When every day I'm failing? As each week passes  I miss every target. Every year is just the same I never win the game. Why do I keep losing In a world that's so confusing? Never past the post, My dreams are simply ghosts. And yet I keep on trying The facts I'm still denying. What gives me such resolve? This puzzle I cannot solve. Maybe I've a super power, As each season I re-flower. Maybe I will grow From all these seeds I sow. Perhaps I am not failing, Maybe I am gaining, Maybe I am blind,  And the treasure lays behind. A life that's filled with gold Hidden in the folds Of the counterpanes Of old. © 2024 Sarnia de la Mare

  📜 Lyrics: Minor Matter – Tale Teller Club A transmission from the Immersion Archives. Words written against the Machine, set to sound and vision. I'm just minor matter That is what I am Someone's passive income Getting what they can I'm climbing sand dunes daily Slippery ice under my feet The Machine watches on And feeds off my defeat We are minor matter The seeds we sow and scatter Grow weeds upon The streets of liberty The machine has taken you And now it's come for you The machine don't care It's love's despair It loves despair It's stealing time like You wouldn't know An atomic bomb that's gonna blow The hearts of children In the poppy fields The machine grew up And stole their dreams 🎨 Collect the Artwork | 🌌 Enter the Fan Vault 205 videos View full playlist Immersion Art Workshops Member...

I saw the devil again Stroking the folds off your brain He looked through your eyes  with a sigh and said hi, it's me again I'm back in the game I saw love fail today Wretched in it's pain I saw the killer of hope He laughed in my face Said you are a joke I am the killer of love Then he took off his glove And the devil man said You taste so good When you're sad The best I ever had I saw the devil again He sat on your shoulder and said You're looking older And yet  you still haven't learned How to forget All we got left is us We're never getting off this bus Cos you court the devil And I filled his shoes You're yesterday's news But I'm still around Our bond is so sound Now I am the devil in you I am your only friend Let's go round again ©2025 Sarnia de la Mare Immerse yourself in our books. #BookOfImmersion #StrataSeries #SarniaDeLaMare #ImmersiveFiction #TaleTellerClub The Book of Immersion : Volume 1 Kindle Edition by  Sarnia de la Mare  (Au...