Man the original version was my ‘question the universe’ song and now it sounds and feels even more philosophical. Like there’s some big question just around the corner waiting to be answered. The rain puts me in an even more thinking mood too.
If I ever find a friend Someone who could understand Other person who is Like me. Anytime I feel the pain Takes place in the sound of rain. If I ever had a friend Other person who could stay Never I would feel this this way.
Isolation is like you’re being pulled away from society, from friends along with possibly the person you love. Isolation is only yourself telling you what worth you need in society. It is like disappearing in the cold harsh winter night. *that got really deep my my-*
But isolation is really cool, no more lues or false promises, no more people just you in your own world, like you are the god of ur wold . Nothing can stop you from doin anything
I have the inverse problem. Instead of being lonely because of Quarantine, I'm usually fine being alone. Introverted as I am, I enjoy calm privacy. But when my parents started working from home because of the virus, It's like I was invaded. Let me use metaphor... It's as if the unpredictable outside world is a terrible, raging sandstorm, with other, less suitable, shelters in existence, but yours the only one viable. That there are good experiences you can find out there, like employment in a windy, sand-filled, itchy hut of a workplace, where you can find gold and treasures out in the storm, but you are always still battered by discomfort. And then you get home. Your home, you completely sealed shelter, not a single grain of irritation within. This is your safe space, your happiness. Your perfect calm amongst the storm. And then, the other people, people who don't seem to care about the whirling, dangerous winds, or the irritating, invasive, itchy sand, Drag their dirty, irritation-covered lives into your once-safe space, and set up shop, letting all the discomfort of the wild, whipping Sandstorm into your home, not understanding in the slightest how it could be uncomfortable to you. And my parents did exactly that when they transitioned to work at home. Now nowhere is safe.
I admire your work. In the comments, there seems to be a lot of people talking about how bad being alone is. I get it. I was for a year other than brief, polite, run of the mill conversations with shop keepers.. You can spend loads of time online, reading books, working on a project but it's not the same. No one seems to be happy to see you, no one to argue with so you're always right. Then I did become a shop keeper and now I want to return to solitude.
Damn Lucas, you never cease to inspire me for not only my own piano pieces but also my writing. Your music just puts me in a trance like nothing else does. Thank you
Wow I didn't thought this song could get even sadder. If the other one was already depressing and melancholic this one is like the cry of a desolated soul who have lost all hope... Soo tragic... Soo beautiful.
i feel that these letters in a word 'isolation' are quite warm to the touch. the columns are made of stone, so they are rough and not as cold as might seem at first glance. despite the rain sounds i can clearly picture this fog to be rather lukewarm. the creatures are walking by, not paying you any heed. isolation, like the place in the picture i described above, is not such a cold and uncomfortable place to be in, after all. scary at first, but you will get used to it
@@thatguy2254 Hang in there. Maybe try therapy if you're still having trouble. Psychologists, therapists, and social workers will still work on their own. I also suggest music as a healing method, or rather a distraction/calming tool. Maybe get into art or writing, something like that. Woodworking or sculpting. Anything to give you an outlet, really. If nothing else, perhaps give God a try. That is, if you're into that sort of thing.
Oh My God, this is real? Really? This is is, incredible, wow, men, Lucas King really you are the best you are the King for me you are incredible thanks for you music
Hey, do you have a sheet music for this? I wanted to play your first version of isolation but this one resume my mood much better than the othrr ans I really want to learn it!thank you Lucas you're one of the best composers I've ever known
Hey, Lucas. I've been listening to your honestly amazing songs for a couple years now (my absolute favorites are psychopath, sociopath w/ defined piano, and hatred on church organ btw), and I've got a suggestion, if I may; Tartini's devil's trill. I love the macabre yet beautiful spin on sweet dreams are made of this, and would LOVE to see what interpretations you could bring to tartini's inspired masterpiece. I could forsee a regular version, a music box version, and a defined rainy piano version, a with their own unique versions of your spin. However this is just what I can forsee from that song if you did decide to do your own version. r Regardless, it is your decision ultimately, and I will obviously respect it which ever way you decide to go. If you do in fact read this, thank you for doing so, and please do have a good day!
Can you see the lonely fearful child on the hillside squinting into the crowd of bullies who leave him sit as the teams are chosen? Can you see the beautiful young girl who has been violated and who is so humiliated by the altered pictures that the cyber bully has emailed and texted to everyone she tried so hard to see as “friends “ and how the misery just seeps from her broken heart? Can you see them? Can you see the forlorn and lost young teenager who just said “I’ve had enough and it would be better if I just die and make everyone so much happier? “Can you see them? I can. The view is much clearer when you have lived it. Treat everyone as if they are that child because one just jumped over a railing at a local mall plummeting 50 feet to his unimaginable death at the ripe old age of 15. He had freckles. He was musically gifted. He was loved by many. He had problems no one paid attention to and now there are only memories and unanswered questions about what he may have done with his life had he the ability to see that he had so much more to give. Blessed be young one. I hope there is more for you in another land free of the condescension and misery you must have endured. Rest In Peace. You will always be remembered. Blessed Be to eternally and forever.
The first few notes of this song reminds me of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata; very beautiful. We’re you thinking of Beethoven when you composed this? I think so. After the first few notes your song sounds completely different though, again very beautiful. Tom Sisson
Awfully beautiful, thank you Mr. King. Also, that little sound byte at 3:19, the strange whoosh noise, did you pull that from Halo Reach? That same sound can be heard in the Forge World ambience
" I saw the devil,I saw the sorrow and I saw the night... Even the daylight but I never saw something like this. Everything is falling apart and my heart is falling down. I gave you my all my dear... For you I ruined myself. You were my world and how sad that the world is ending... I always loved you.. Rest in peace,my beloved,my heart and my soul... I hope to see you in my dreams every night cause you always knew that ; you were something different....you were one of the kind..." NOTE ; IDK WHY I WRITE THIS I JUST...DID I GUESS LOL
I had posted a comment earlier but I eventually decided to delete it, it just wasn't something that I wanted to share. It would have been repeating some of the things I've mentioned in the comments section of your other videos and after thinking about it I realized that the comment was kinda pointless. Still, I wanted to leave a comment, so I decided to explain why I had it removed, not that anybody noticed. I will continue to enjoy your videos.
In that dark and bitter cave, I thought there was no one there who cared about me. The voices grew louder, louder still, tormenting me. "It's all your fault" they would say, "You deserve this" "You're a terrible person" "It's all your fault, it's all your fault, all your fault, all your fault" After a while, I started to believe what they said. I knew I had done something to deserve it, but I didn't know what it was. Every day, I grew thinner and thinner, it grew colder and colder, the voices grew louder and louder. But through all of it, all of the torture, the starvation, the cold, Uchi was always there. He and I would talk for hours on end. He would comfort me after the person who put me there came to beat me, wrapping his shadowy arms around me, wiping away my tears, saying kind words. "It's okay," he would say, "I know she's going to come back, but for now, you're safe here with me." He was the only one who truly cared about me, but as I came to find out, he wasn't real. The only one who cared about me was nothing but a figment of my imagination. At that moment, I felt truly, truly alone. Was that fake, too?
I can’t help but feeling the dark side pull me close. After day after day in hell I am ready to escape. I’ve spent a week alone in isolation. A week before that A week before that Two more How about ten, twenty, thirty? ..79? A year Almost two 18 months alone. If I am not a hero for giving up everything for my family at the age of 16 then I must be a villain full of spite for my will has been broken a thousand times I sit and watch the world move on as I become forgotten. Trapped in a cycle of purgatory I can’t escape. I sit for hours a day wanting to fly away from this place to a new tomorrow. I am a child withering away from youth as I am forced to isolate I do not know what the future holds. I will assault this world in full force. I turned to my best friends. The ones who were excited for a day of rejoicing. They moved on months ago. Leaving me on read like a chapter in their life now closed In the meantime while I am suffering inside I think hard about my existence. With time if I survive I will thrive. I have awoken to a new level of consciousness. I am egotistical I justify my torment with existential morality An antihero complex In which logic and empathy that seems void in the apathy of people is mine.
We all are prisoners at some point. We all are slaces at some point. We all are kings and queens at some point. But we all isolate ourselves when needed.
My dear Lord King... It seems that you are yourself disoriented about the fact whether this is a sorrowful or obscure melody... Or maybe it is both if my deductions are trustworthy... 🙃🙂
