Reviews for _-={Precious Seconds}=-_

[compactcheez]

my thoughts on the song

thought halfway through-i imagine monks praying in a moestary in low light, with the backround music also in. praying to some great diety or the loss of someone very impiortant. seems like it'd make a perfect rolling credits song (sry but ya...lol)

past halfway, it gets a lil more intense, dont get me wrong, as calm as this song is, it's bout as intense of any rap or techno song (or so i feel). now i imagine it as either 1-the actually starting scene of a epic movie, or 2- a major scene has/is happened in a film, SUCH as a death or w/e but ya... by the ending of the song, its feels very smooth. i like the use of the piano and humming throught the song, it's a lovely song

AFTER i read the info on the song...

quite the lil story u have.... i like it, very harmonic ^^
BUT then i read Zen-Zudokai's story, im was flundered. he put a downright amazing lil story down, that said so much with so little words. i completely agree with him, it may be nice to others to be modest, but being to modest can only harm yourself. your the best of the best, there is no other way to put it. i'll listen to your music over MTV any day, and i hope you realize it. as Zensaid, stare right into the storm, and scream with not only excitement, but still keep the fear inside thats only human, and yell as loud and proud as you can "DO YOUR WORST"

we <3 u maestro

MaestroRage responds:

compactcheez I thank you for writing both stories out, for before and after the song. I understand that without any sense of direction seemingly this song does prove to be a good credits piece. Just there, progressive. The build up of parts may seem awkward, and abrupt, but such is the piece.

And modesty my good friend, does not harm you nearly as much as pride. When you become proud, when you proclaim yourself an elite, you begin to drift from your audience. You lose connection with your listeners, and ultimately you become isolated and lose the mindset that you can improve, and that you are not the end all of the craft.

I would much rather break myself down with modesty, then cripple myself with pride. By no means do I state that I think myself lousy, or undeserving. I have worked hard to get here, and I will continue to work hard to go where I want to, but I will never, ever, begin to consider myself the best, or lose the connection that keeps me going strong. The people.

Thank you for your review, i'm glad you liked it! I apologize for the late response!

[The-Great-One]

Burden of the Clock

A man waits outside the room, making his endless pace across his undecided pattern. Knowing not the tortures his wife is going through. He lights up his thirty-third cigarette. The clock on the room plays with his mind... it tells him his worries and doesn't help satisfy his emotional pain. The tick of the sound begins to make him tick in his steps, as the steps and tick are in sync with each other it makes the man more worried as insane, his mind slips slowly. The doctor busts through the door and bears the news upon the man. Life has been born again, a miracle seen in a room of science. A baby girl. The man enters and sees his wife holding his new daughter. He holds his wife and gazes upon his new daughter; a tear falls from his eye with more in line. Happiness through tears is a favorite emotion, but the clock was unjust and will still be unjust, although the man does not know this yet.

Did you put the tick in there for every single second? Because that's what I'm hearing and that was the inspiration I got for the story you have read above. I do indeed wish for you to continue your superb work. The melodies and ticks of seconds showing no matter how the melodies change in your life, time will keep pressing onward.

MaestroRage responds:

What an excellent story TGO... truly the burden of the clock here is phenomenal. The clock is always there, through bad or good, through pain or pleasure, it always keeps going. It may only stop as a means of going on is refused it, but even if one clock stops, there is an infinite number more then keep going.

To be fair, this is not just a ticking of a clock, it is also dbl bass string slaps. Which gave my clock's tick a more "old school" flavor, which is what I wanted. I also did not record each tick, I recorded to be honest, like 10 seconds worth.

Cutting those seconds up, I then put them to play with the tempo in time.

I am glad you found it inspiring enough to write a story, thank you for that, and the review! I'm glad you liked it!

[aldlv]

very awesome

it's really nice... it's strong... it's captivating...
you feel it inside of you...

is amazing

MaestroRage responds:

and that is precisely what I hope all who listen to these songs achieve. An inner sense of a world that is not purely of their own.

Thank you for the review, i'm glad you liked it!

[FlashJoeW]

awesome track

it starts with a sad tune, then works its way up in layers to an ensemble of many different instruments, then it goes silent again, but it's simple, awesome, a masterpiece, 10 / 10

[GunFame27]

All Hope Lost

"You were my only love, and now...you're gone forever. What do I have to live for now?"

A veteran of many wars finally retired from duty the Medal of Honor placed upon his ragged uniform. He was still in his forties but throughout the many events he's been through and all the bloodshed he had seen, the expressions on his face made him look as if he was in his sixties.

He returned to his wife on a breezed evening in the countryside. He knocked on the wooden door and a woman opened the door. She sobbed quietly in joy as she hugged her husband. Not wanting him to go once more, she gripped his arm and asked him a promise. "Please, don't go...ever again. I need you" she said "I promise" he replied.

Three weeks later, his ex-Sergeant came by and said "We need you, one last time." He thought about what his Sergeant said, and he also remembered his promise. The call of duty awaits him, but he didn't wanted to leave, but he also didn't have a choice. He can either go or let his country crumble to ashes.

"I'll be back, this I will not fail" he said. and kissed his wife then left in the Humvee to the battlefield. His wife gave him something to memorize her; a necklace. He carried his rifle into the leaden dirt and fired wildly on hostiles.

Please, wait for me. He thought. "God bless the Americans" she prayed back home. Each day she would be waiting and starring outside her window in the bright grasslands. She never gave up hope and she knew he would come back.

A month later, his brethren knocked on her door. "He...walked away. I'm so sorry" his comrade announced. She cried and looked at the sky "Why??" The soldier took out a small packet, she opened it. The necklace was dirty and scathed but it still kept it's shape. There was a note under it. "Please, never forget me. As I will never forget you" she read.

And there is the vision I had to this song and I made up this story completely on the spot. Hope you guys liked it. Tell me how it was ^_^