The Lyrics | Art_204 / GRAPHIC DESIGN

NEXT CLASS!
Please arrive with a “dummy.”

What is a dummy, you ask?

Well…

A dummy is a mock-up—a version of your project which can be used to show how the piece will start to work “in the real world.”
It is an important stage to break away from the screen, to start printing and combining sketches in order to get a sense of how your piece will actually function.

You may “think” you know how your piece is progressing, but it is absolutely VITAL to create a dummy (sometimes multiple dummies!). You will uncover all sorts of pitfalls along the way.
This is a draft of the project primarily for your own use (not for the client).

Please arrive with your piece in the next class. There can be “sketched” elements and drawings, but AT LEAST TWO PAGES MUST BE DEVELOPED.

How-To Create the CD Booklet

Project 03 InDesign CD Booklet Setup
Project 03 Photoshop CD Booklet Setup
FYI: You are responsible to find the dimensions of the disc label, the back panel of the CD jewel case and create the Photoshop files for them.

ALSO!

Just what you have been waiting for — your bands have finally locked in their respective sets of lyrics!

Please note the following elements for your production — there are THREE (3) things you must now consider:

On this page, you will find the lyrics to the three tracks which must be included in your record Booklet (“Bird” is by Pablo Neruda, the rest of the lyrics are courtesy of the poet Ranier Maria Rilke!). In some cases they may tie directly with your band’s name, in other cases, the connection is not as apparent; your challenge is to lay these out in the booklet — word-for-word. The formatting should also match what is presented here.
Don’t forget! You must also now include the titles of these tracks on the BACK of the record booklet and/or packaging (depends on your final design).
Read the lyrics, and now look back at your designs as they are unfolding. The band has requested that SOME elements from the lyrics appear somehow in your design. Naturally, this means you may have to make some creative enhancements to your concept! Be creative — you don’t need to make drastic alterations, but you should be able to explain how these lyrics have played out in your designs. This is part of the challenge in design — how well can you adapt and integrate new issues as they arise…

Here are the lyrics for your bands:

Songs featured with the band “Water”

A Walk

My eyes already touch the sunny hill. 
going far ahead of the road I have begun. 
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp; 
it has inner light, even from a distance- 

and charges us, even if we do not reach it, 
into something else, which, hardly sensing it, 
we already are; a gesture waves us on 
answering our own wave… 
but what we feel is the wind in our faces.

Song of the Sea

Timeless sea breezes,
sea-wind of the night:
you come for no one;
if someone should wake,
he must be prepared
how to survive you.

Timeless sea breezes,
that for aeons have
blown ancient rocks,
you are purest space
coming from afar…

Oh, how a fruit-bearing
fig tree feels your coming
high up in the moonlight.

Before Summer Rain

Suddenly, from all the green around you,
something-you don't know what-has disappeared;
you feel it creeping closer to the window,
in total silence. From the nearby wood

you hear the urgent whistling of a plover,
reminding you of someone's Saint Jerome:
so much solitude and passion come
from that one voice, whose fierce request the downpour

will grant. The walls, with their ancient portraits, glide
away from us, cautiously, as though
they weren't supposed to hear what we are saying.

And reflected on the faded tapestries now;
the chill, uncertain sunlight of those long
childhood hours when you were so afraid.

Songs featured with the band “Air”

Bird

It was passed from one bird to another,
the whole gift of the day.
The day went from flute to flute,
went dressed in vegetation,
in flights which opened a tunnel
through the wind would pass
to where birds were breaking open
the dense blue air -
and there, night came in.

When I returned from so many journeys,
I stayed suspended and green
between sun and geography -
I saw how wings worked,
how perfumes are transmitted
by feathery telegraph,
and from above I saw the path,
the springs and the roof tiles,
the fishermen at their trades,
the trousers of the foam;
I saw it all from my green sky.
I had no more alphabet
than the swallows in their courses,
the tiny, shining water
of the small bird on fire
which dances out of the pollen.

Music

Take me by the hand;
it's so easy for you, Angel,
for you are the road
even while being immobile.

You see, I'm scared no one
here will look for me again;
I couldn't make use of
whatever was given,

so they abandoned me.
At first the solitude
charmed me like a prelude,
but so much music wounded me.

Loneliness

Being apart and lonely is like rain.
It climbs toward evening from the ocean plains;
from flat places, rolling and remote, it climbs
to heaven, which is its old abode.
And only when leaving heaven drops upon the city.

It rains down on us in those twittering
hours when the streets turn their faces to the dawn,
and when two bodies who have found nothing,
dissapointed and depressed, roll over;
and when two people who despise eachother
have to sleep together in one bed-

that is when loneliness receives the rivers…

Songs featured with the band “Earth”

The Panther

“His tired gaze - from passing endless bars -
has turned into a vacant stare which nothing holds.
to him there seem to be a thousand bars,
and out beyond these bars exists no world.

his supple gait, the smoothness of strong strides
that gently turn in ever smaller circles
perform a dance of strength, centered deep within
a will, stunned, but untamed, indomitable.

but sometimes the curtains of his eyelids part,
the pupils of his eyes dilate as images
of past encounters enter while through his limbs
a tension strains in silence
only to cease to be, to die within his heart.

Night

Night. O you whose countenance, dissolved
in deepness, hovers above my face.
You who are the heaviest counterweight
to my astounding contemplation.

Night, that trembles as reflected in my eyes,
but in itself strong;
inexhaustible creation, dominant,
enduring beyond the earth's endurance;

Night, full of newly created stars that leave
trails of fire streaming from their seams
as they soar in inaudible adventure
through interstellar space:

how, overshadowed by your all-embracing vastness,
I appear minute!—
Yet, being one with the ever more darkening earth,
I dare to be in you.

Autumn

The leaves are falling, falling as if from far up,
as if orchards were dying high in space.
Each leaf falls as if it were motioning "no."

And tonight the heavy earth is falling
away from all other stars in the loneliness.

We're all falling. This hand here is falling.
And look at the other one. It's in them all.

And yet there is Someone, whose hands
infinitely calm, holding up all this falling.

Songs featured with the band “Fire”

Fire’s Reflection

Perhaps it‘s no more than the fire‘s reflection
on some piece of gleaming furniture
that the child remembers so much later
like a revelation.

And if in his later life, one day
wounds him like so many others,
it’s because he mistook some risk
or other for a promise.

Let‘s not forget the music, either,
that soon had hauled him
toward absence complicated
by an overflowing heart…

Black Cat

A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place
your sight can knock on, echoing; but here
within this thick black pelt, your strongest gaze
will be absorbed and utterly disappear:

just as a raving madman, when nothing else
can ease him, charges into his dark night
howling, pounds on the padded wall, and feels
the rage being taken in and pacified.

She seems to hide all looks that have ever fallen
into her, so that, like an audience,
she can look them over, menacing and sullen,
and curl to sleep with them. But all at once

as if awakened, she turns her face to yours;
and with a shock, you see yourself, tiny,
inside the golden amber of her eyeballs
suspended, like a prehistoric fly.

Piano Practice

The summer hums. The afternoon fatigues;
she breathed her crisp white dress distractedly
and put into it that sharply etched etude
her impatience for a reality

that could come: tomorrow, this evening—,
that perhaps was there, was just kept hidden;
and at the window, tall and having everything,
she suddenly could feel the pampered park.

With that she broke off; gazed outside, locked
her hands together; wished for a long book—
and in a burst of anger shoved back
the jasmine scent. She found it sickened her.