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26.01.2011
2 Minuten
The Rebecca Mayes Show (Pilot) from a girl who spends the best years of her life writing songs about videogames.
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25.01.2011
4 Minuten
The Rebecca Mayes Show (Pilot) from a girl who spends the best years of her life writing songs about videogames.
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24.01.2011
4 Minuten
The Rebecca Mayes Show (Pilot) from a girl who spends the best years of her life writing songs about videogames.
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25.09.2010
4 Minuten
The Infuriating and Alluring Case of Mr Kyle Hyde
If I wanted to read a book I'd read a book with slightly better dialogue and plot. If I wanted to watch a film noir I'd watch a film noir with slightly better cinematography If I wanted to play a game I'd play a game if you get my meaning.
Having said that I love you Kyle Hyde and your come kiss me eyes I love you Kyle Hyde and the secrets you hide behind your eyes Won't you come on down to room 215 where wishes come true
Everyone thinks you're a cynical bastard but I know better You just need a little tenderness and a soft-knit sweater Oh I'd wrap you up, I'd wrap you up safe from you memories No more nightmares darling not with me so take yourself a little less seriously
I love you Kyle Hyde and your come kiss me eyes I love you Kyle Hyde and the secrets you hide behind your eyes Won't you come on down to room 215 where wishes come true
Whatever you do keep your mouth shut for five minutes can't you Kyle? If you give me another game over and I have to listen to your jabber one more time I might just have to shoot you like you shot your partner, how could you? Kyle Hyde, Kyle Hyde just died. Kyle Hyde, Kyle Hyde just died. I'll get over it.
If I wanted to read a book I'd read a book with slightly better dialogue and plot. If I wanted to watch a film noir I'd watch a film noir with slightly better cinematography If I wanted to play a game I'd play a game if you get my meaning.
Having said that I love you Kyle Hyde and your come kiss me eyes I love you Kyle Hyde and the secrets you hide behind your eyes Won't you come on down to room 215 where wishes come true
Everyone thinks you're a cynical bastard but I know better You just need a little tenderness and a soft-knit sweater Oh I'd wrap you up, I'd wrap you up safe from you memories No more nightmares darling not with me so take yourself a little less seriously
I love you Kyle Hyde and your come kiss me eyes I love you Kyle Hyde and the secrets you hide behind your eyes Won't you come on down to room 215 where wishes come true
Whatever you do keep your mouth shut for five minutes can't you Kyle? If you give me another game over and I have to listen to your jabber one more time I might just have to shoot you like you shot your partner, how could you? Kyle Hyde, Kyle Hyde just died. Kyle Hyde, Kyle Hyde just died. I'll get over it.
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25.08.2010
4 Minuten
This Poem
Oh I know now what it's like to dream as a flower would Oh I know now what it's like to write a symphony with my fingertips Who said, who said I couldn't touch the depths of emotion with this, through this? It's seamless movement, breathtaking, filmic, it's your own interpretation
So take your time, can you bear the weight of this poem? Won't you take your time, can you stay long enough to breathe it? Don't you know it makes its way into your veins
Oh I know now how a valley comes to life, how a city dies Oh I know now how fragile it feels on the wind Who said, who said I couldn't touch the depths of emotion with this, through this? It pushes the boundaries, communicates in mysteries, it's your own experience
So take your time, can you bear the weight of this poem? Won't you take your time, can you stay long enough to breathe it? Don't you know it makes its way unlike any other game into your veins
Oh I know now what it's like to dream as a flower would Oh I know now what it's like to write a symphony with my fingertips Who said, who said I couldn't touch the depths of emotion with this, through this? It's seamless movement, breathtaking, filmic, it's your own interpretation
So take your time, can you bear the weight of this poem? Won't you take your time, can you stay long enough to breathe it? Don't you know it makes its way into your veins
Oh I know now how a valley comes to life, how a city dies Oh I know now how fragile it feels on the wind Who said, who said I couldn't touch the depths of emotion with this, through this? It pushes the boundaries, communicates in mysteries, it's your own experience
So take your time, can you bear the weight of this poem? Won't you take your time, can you stay long enough to breathe it? Don't you know it makes its way unlike any other game into your veins
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Gaming on any system is a mysterious world to me and I stand on the
edge and look into it like Alice at the entrance to
wonderland.
Recently I jumped into that black hole and found myself lost in a
place I don't understand. It is a place full of spectacle and
phenomena which feeds my imagination. In many ways I represent all
the people who know nothing about games, who are uninspired and
uninterested in games. As such, I'm not sure whether I'm
particularly welcome here. The way I look at computer games is
nothing like an ordinary gamer would look at them. My 'reviews' are
naive, ridiculous observations that only someone totally
inexperienced could make.
I am inspired by that edge where two distant and separate things
meet. What I am interested in is the collision of my own creative
world with the creativity of the gaming world. There is something
about the gaming wonderland which challenges my understanding of
what constitutes beautiful art. It's tempting to be something of a
purist when it comes to art, and particularly my own art of
creating music, but recently notions of possibility and process
have been more important to me than clear-cut, polished
beauty.
What I have created here I created at home in my spare room, with
whatever I could find lying around the house. These songs come from
a place of immediacy - like the first word that comes into your
head.
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