Asher Kelman
OPF Owner/Editor-in-Chief
we open this exciting new forum with a new and unique voice. Vanessa Zarate's voice is sinuous, beguiling, melancholy and full of magic. Her lyrics draw one in to a world of alllegory, into caves of struggle, torment, victory, questions but no regrets in the journeys we take for love and passion.
I have had the privilege of hearing songs being sculpted to final delivery. Her work is woven with dedication, musical mastery with threads of the language of all that is love, the hope the pain, joy and everything in between.
The challenge is to make a photograph that expresses the demanding sinuous voice and words of Vanessa in
Ornaments for those who wish to listen! Enjoy and be inspired!
They’re my ornaments
The boys that swing
The bells that ring
My placid, placent window dressing
For the stars, for the sky
I take them down
But one by one
And when we’re through
I’m overrun
And they become
My ornaments
Time stands still
As paintings tremble
And they are lost
As so am I
The waters thick
And fine the bramble
That sucks me in
To watch me die
The glitter band
The sparkled mister
They all have found me
Powered my luster
Some have run
Some have stayed
Some have whined
Some have prayed
But they’ve become
What they don’t see
A pretty kind
Of ruin for me
They’re my ornaments
The wayward souls
The giving thieves
A prison sentence
Self-induced
For my whole
Life it seems...
Is coming down
From the corners
I’m run aground
And they’ve become
The only thing that feeds me
The only thing that needs me
Thankful for my
Manly lament
The youth unknown
The freedom spent
The careless shatters
The silent torn
The lonely heart song
Of my ornaments gone
© Vanessa Zarate [/COLOR]
I hope we get some great photographs. All pictures will be sent to Vanessa! Post your comments too on her music!!!!!
Asher
All photography remains © of the photographer. If you extract verses of the songwriter, then you may be donating your images to the © owner of the lyrics! Single words, however, can be used.
I have had the privilege of hearing songs being sculpted to final delivery. Her work is woven with dedication, musical mastery with threads of the language of all that is love, the hope the pain, joy and everything in between.
Martin Brown said:... 9 months, Vanessa has been secluded in T Bone Burnett’s camp, recording and writing her debut album.
The music on this CD, is not classical in any way, but the vocals ranges and power are evident throughout. The music is contemporary, unique and intensely emotionally powerful. Vanessa sings about the pain of love in a way that drags the listener in and compels full attention. With sparse arrangements of keyboards, strings, and percussion, she demonstrates that less is very definitely more.
Lyrically poetic and challenging, her pain is worn on her sleeve as she sings sinuously and with tremendous sensuality. In these days of required musical reference points, it’s tempting to say there are none, but maybe that would be pretentious and elitist. So I will say that Vanessa mixes the poeticism of Leonard Cohen with the sensuality of Norah Jones and the overall feel of Portishead. But there is so much more depth and intricacy.
The challenge is to make a photograph that expresses the demanding sinuous voice and words of Vanessa in
Ornaments for those who wish to listen! Enjoy and be inspired!
They’re my ornaments
The boys that swing
The bells that ring
My placid, placent window dressing
For the stars, for the sky
I take them down
But one by one
And when we’re through
I’m overrun
And they become
My ornaments
Time stands still
As paintings tremble
And they are lost
As so am I
The waters thick
And fine the bramble
That sucks me in
To watch me die
The glitter band
The sparkled mister
They all have found me
Powered my luster
Some have run
Some have stayed
Some have whined
Some have prayed
But they’ve become
What they don’t see
A pretty kind
Of ruin for me
They’re my ornaments
The wayward souls
The giving thieves
A prison sentence
Self-induced
For my whole
Life it seems...
Is coming down
From the corners
I’m run aground
And they’ve become
The only thing that feeds me
The only thing that needs me
Thankful for my
Manly lament
The youth unknown
The freedom spent
The careless shatters
The silent torn
The lonely heart song
Of my ornaments gone
© Vanessa Zarate [/COLOR]
I hope we get some great photographs. All pictures will be sent to Vanessa! Post your comments too on her music!!!!!
Asher
All photography remains © of the photographer. If you extract verses of the songwriter, then you may be donating your images to the © owner of the lyrics! Single words, however, can be used.
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