DLN 004 - Guts [Written]

[whistles_the_blues]

[ (Broken) Private Filter]

[There are numerous notes randomly scratched out beyond recognition, but what is there looks like little jotted notes or lyrics.]

I've met the maker, and the man's a liar.

They lost me, forgot me,
Made you from parts of me.
If you're the one--my father's son--
Then what am I supposed to be?
What am I supposed to be?
What am I?

I had a name; my father called me Blues.
[There's a little bit scratched out beyond recognition.]
I'm not broken---I'm not the
[It ends there.]

Comments

[wilder]

Wow.

That's rough, buddy.

Dictated

[whistles_the_blues]

[There's a long awkward pause before an annoyed voice answers back.]

You can see that?

Dictated

[wilder]

Was I not supposed to?

Forever.

[whistles_the_blues]

I didn't intend on sharing it with anyone, as you can see it's still a rough piece.

[That's right. It's just a song, not his feelings at all.]

[wilder]

[Yep, he's not buying it]

Yeah I'm sure sorting out a soul into a song is a rough process.

[whistles_the_blues]

[Well. Crap.]

This is my first time doing anything with lyrics, I'm usually better at just making a tune.

...Is it that obvious?

[wilder]

Just a little.

[whistles_the_blues]

[Well there goes nearly two months of effort. The sound of metal hitting metal can be heard.]

No one was supposed to read that. I shouldn't have even written it in the first place.

[wilder]

Maybe you filtered it wrong.

[whistles_the_blues]

This was my first time making one, it's possible. I was sure I had done it right though.

[wilder]

Heh. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get the hang of it next time!

[whistles_the_blues]

I'd hope so. Can we keep this between the two of us? It may be public now, but not everyone seems to be as observant as you, I'd rather avoid having to explain this.

[wilder]

[He snorts]

I don't care enough to blab.

[whistles_the_blues]

I just wanted to be sure.

Thank you.

[wagers]

Wow! Are those song lyrics?

[whistles_the_blues]

[Wait, What? This was private! PRIVATE! He was pouring his robot soul onto this page!]

You can see that? It's a rough piece, nowhere near completion.

[wagers]

[FIND PEOPLE AND MAKE A ROCK OPERA]

Well, yeah! But it's kind of cool to see the process!

[whistles_the_blues]

[THIS CAN'T BE THE ONLY WAY!]

Thanks. I've always played around with tunes in the past, this is my first time really making lyrics.

[A song, that's all it is, a song.]

[wagers]

Well, they're not half bad! At least they don't have dumb rhymes and they like, tell a story? Rather than be this huge dumb metaphor? That's my interpretation insofar, though!

[whistles_the_blues]

I'm not exactly one for rhyming. It looks as though I'm on the right track.

[He's going to avoid talking about the story of his life.]

dictated;

[heal_theworld]

...I think your lyrics need a tad bit of work.

[Mentioning that is better than mentioning the subject of the song itself.]

[whistles_the_blues]

...Thanks. I think this will be my first and last attempt at lyrics.

[heal_theworld]

They're not bad... just rough. They just need a bit or work.

[whistles_the_blues]

True. They're still a work in progress. I hadn't expected anyone to see them.

[At all.]

[heal_theworld]

...Did you filter them? [What happened to the filter?]

[whistles_the_blues]

I was certain I had... Apparently I did something wrong. [It went bye bye.]

[heal_theworld]

Apparently. Or maybe the castle got rid of it.

[whistles_the_blues]

That's possible too. It does seem to like being a nuisance.

[He's just miffed that those thoughts aren't as private as he wants them to be. He still likes you castle.]

Nothing I can do about it now.

[heal_theworld]

[She wants to say something, ask him if he's all right, but there's nothing she can say about it with no filter, so she doesn't.]

Mn, no. ...We're still going to play together again, aren't we?

[whistles_the_blues]

[Changing the topic, he likes where this is going.]

I don't see why not.

[heal_theworld]

Well, we'll have to do that soon. [Pause.] I'll filter to you after the filters start working again. Or whatever is wrong with them.

[whistles_the_blues]

[There's a pause before he answers again.] I'd like that.

[He kind of wants to ask how she's been holding up over the last little bit, but the lack of filters would certainly make that a bit awkward.]

- broken filter -

[peacockherald]

Are you writing yourself a song?

broken filter

[whistles_the_blues]

I was writing a song, yes.

[He is never, ever making a private filter again]

broken filter

[peacockherald]

If I might... offer advice...

Do not think to much on the words now, simply... let them out, then work with them.

broken filter

[whistles_the_blues]

[He's quiet for a moment before answering.]

That isn't something I'm accustomed to doing... I'll keep it in mind.

Re: broken filter

[peacockherald]

It helps. It always helped me, when I tried to write songs - when I could.

broken filter

[whistles_the_blues]

You can't anymore?

Re: broken filter

[peacockherald]

No, I am afraid not. The Castle took such things from me - my Bardic talent.

broken filter

[whistles_the_blues]

That's a shame.

Re: broken filter

[peacockherald]

It is what it is, I am afraid. It could have taken much more from me.

broken filter forever

[whistles_the_blues]

True enough. It could always be worse.

Re: broken filter forever

[peacockherald]

That is what we tell ourselves, and I hope it is true.