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Consolation Prize
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indie acoustic female voc
Beautifully-toned alto vocals gliding over personal lyrics and simple guitar.
To sum it up: Warm-toned alto vocals gliding over personal lyrics and simple guitar. Someone once described my style as a "beautifully sad" approach and I think that is the core of all my songwriting. Nothing innovative, but I don't mind. I write what I know, and that's that - honesty is the key. I used to have fears about people not responding to such sad music, so I'd fight it and try to be more upbeat or poppy, but I've learned that if you be yourself (musically/personally), true fans will tune in and in turn bring more listeners. And I'm happy to see that it worked; over the months I've had more and more listeners come out of the woodwork. I'm definitely open to experimenting with more genres. I'd like to get more instruments involved and different rhythms and such. I've been very attracted to the bossa nova sound lately, so you may see that crop up in my newer music. I can play guitar, bass and a little drums and piano, but hestitate to say I play multiple instruments because it implies I do it well, which I really don't haha. I'd say my two main instruments would be vocals and bass guitar. I love singing and harmonies and do them almost excessively. I love the way a bass guitar can hold down the rhythm and accent it like drums can but still be melodic. I play acoustic guitar out of necessity to back up my songs, but if I had to choose, I'd let someone else play guitar, so I could play bass.
Song Info
Charts
Peak #1,283
Peak in subgenre #302
Author
Ciesther Parrilla (words/music)
Rights
2002 - Ciesther Parrilla
Uploaded
September 30, 2003
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MP3
MP3 4.5 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
probably the saddest sounding song in the catalog..one of my favorites lyrically. this will most likely be the title track of my forthcoming demo cd
Lyrics
Heartbreaker, how unfortunate to learn the hard way ignorance was bliss reality burns in the validity of old cliches And here I am at an impasse Waiting for a sign Squirming as you sit so quietly, nonchalant While I wither inside Do I loathe myself enough To be your consolation prize? You ran off to lick your wounds rebuild walls once broken its healing by forgetting Drowning me in bottled sorrows Exhaled into clouds of smoke It’s not easy To smile and to Be distracted too instead of wallowing in masochistic hysteria Oh, I envy you Do I loathe myself enough To be your consolation prize? I hate this Begging to be loved My own pride force-fed Tossing dirty tricks With desperate abandon To try and turn your head Still I laugh As you wrestle insubordinate emotions, try your hardest, boy; ‘cause your heart always follows you It hunts you, hunts you down but do I loathe myself enough to be your consolation prize? I don't loathe myself enough to be your consolation prize
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