The Sirens
Verse
My baby falls a long way down;
She wants me to join her soon,
But she never touches the ground,
And her words split like shadows on the moon.
Breaking on the dirt,
The light gives a moment's worth,
Of all that's wrong in our hearts.
Chorus
To my left there's an angel beside me;
To my right there's a devil within.
I've long confused which offers me hope,
And I've forgotten which one offers me sin.
What if all I've known of love
Is a song that the Sirens sing.
And what if my devil has
Angel wings.
Verse
My baby falls a long way down.
So I fall while I can,
But we never touch the ground.
We disappear like the sound that nobody hears.
Bouncing off the walls,
A blistered heaven falls
To fill the space in our hearts.
Chorus
To my left there's an angel beside me;
To my right there's a devil within.
I've long confused which offers me hope,
And I've forgotten which one offers me sin.
What if all I've known of love
Is a song that the Sirens sing.
And what if my devil has
Angel wings.
Outro
My baby falls a long way.
My baby falls a long way.
My baby falls a long way.
My baby falls a long way
Down.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Words on Wednesday: "The Sirens."
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Tuesday's Photo Fun: Ava Art
Monday, December 29, 2008
Monday's Mutterings of One
I'm gonna start your heart,Pay attention to this next time you hear a country song, they always repeat the first line of the chorus at the end of the chorus. One small example:
So it'll be warm when I get in.
It's been out in the cold so long,
It's been blowing in the wind.
You've been lost inside your mind;
You've been looking for a friend.
I'm gonna start your heart,
So it'll be warm when I get in.
I'm carrying your love with meAlmost every country song I can think of follows this simple pattern. Give it a try!
From West Virginia down to Tennessee.
I'll be moving with the good lord's speed,
Carrying your love with me.
It's my strength for holding on,
Every minute that I have to be gone.
I'll have every thing I'll ever need;
I'm carrying your love with me.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Happy Holidays!
Friday, December 19, 2008
Poetic Friday: All Things Invisible
All Things Invisible
all things invisible
some things not
drops pool in the shadows
and cool when it's hot
all things unthinkable
and some things spawn
born of intentions
and live when we're gone
to say that I am
the sum of these parts
divisible by love
and reversed by the heart
un-breaking itself
like an egg and its shell
unmaking a life
not quite death nor in hell
but the place that it dwells
the un-dones and have-nots
is a place that the sun
can not reach from its spot
the eclipse it creates
and the smiles unexplained
spurs the laughter the lore
and the beauty in pain
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Live on Thursday: "Beautiful Brick"
I am not very pleased with my performance here, but I am pleased with the song and music itself. I thought it was much more important to get the song out, than for the video to be perfect. I am going to try to challenge myself to film at least one song a week, starting this week, and I almost didn't make it.
This song is my 'Rapunzel' song, my fellow blog followers may remember me initially writing and talking about this song on this post. I feel like this song is a sequel or sister to 'World Wide.' It has a similar context and style.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Words on Wednesday: "Look at You."
Look at You
Verse
The sun will still rise.
You'll still find your feet
Directly below,
Just not above me.
It's all just words,
And these words are worthless.
It's going to take time,
But you'll break the surface.
Chorus
Look at my eyes;
Don't look at the things that I do.
I look at my life,
And I look at you.
Verse
The sun is still here,
Though the clouds lay a distraction.
There's always a cause,
And there's always a reaction.
Chorus
There's things that will change,
And there's things that we can't undo.
I look at my life,
And I look at you.
Bridge
For the sun to pour through your heart,
With each blessed ray;
For the warmth to enter your soul,
You must get out of the way.
Verse
But the sun's already set,
And it's all that I am.
A river can't run
While withstanding a dam.
Chorus
Look at my eyes,
I assure you, you'll only look through.
I look at my life,
And all the hardest things that I do.
When I look at my life,
I look at you.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Tuesday's Photo Fun
She was so gracious at her little party. All on her on, without me baiting her, she said, "Thanks everyone for coming to my party." in her sweetest 'Ava' voice. Hannah helped decorate and also gave presents to Ava to open. She didn't mind helping her play with them afterwords either.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Monday's Mutterings of One
For those of you who both remember and appreciate there was a period of time in rock music (most of the 90's) where lyrics simply did not matter. Perhaps this was spurred in part by Nirvana's abstract, gritty, and metaphoric lyrics; or maybe in part from the fact that no matter how hard you tried you couldn't hear a word of Eddie Vedder's (Pearl Jam) lyrics. Whatever the reason, lyrics flew out the window.
Great bands like Soundgarden, Stone Temple Pilots, and Radiohead put their focus on the music and the mood, and thus began the battle for the most ridiculous lines. One of my favorite bands from that time were one of the best at ludicrous lyrics, Bush. Here is an example from Razorblade Suitcase (that was the name of one of their albums).
These are excerpts from 'Strait No Chaser'
...Abscess memory with broken fingers
All the fallen down angels, Raw pain distress
...Climb inside you away from strangers
Building a system of alleys and motorways
...Keep on driving, hair left morning wet
There's nothing like losing you
Now keep in mind I love this song, but how can one relate to this? "Hair left morning wet?" So me and my friends had a little fun this weekend talking about this and we started a competition to write a Bush song. I'll leave you with the best lines we came up with.
Spider transexual, spaghetti fingers.
A bold-faced pony tail, cryogenics.
Comotose aliens, your hand in my brain.
Armodilla mustache, a must-have turtle neck.
Swordfish bed pan, paper mache.
Tera forma tundra, woodgrain heart attack.
Jerry-curl window pane, sun shines your eyes.
Peppermint trash can, for staking my money on.
It is really fun, you guys should try it!
Friday, December 12, 2008
Poetic Friday
I am going to challenge myself to write a new poem for every Friday, or find an older one of mine to examine. Additional routines I am going to try to work my way into: "Monday's Mutterings of One," and "Live on Thursday."
Please enjoy my first entry to Poetic Friday, a brand new poem for your reading pleasure.
Opportunity
So whats the story, morning glory?
It is to you my mind now slides.
Evasive and elusive, my shady lady,
Still un-opening as she hides.
Perhaps once around the sun,
And her composure then will melt.
Afraid of the dark, but not the lions,
Assuming cards before they're dealt.
Spinning threads of gold to string,
Her life, not what she dreams;
May to the surface-watcher seem,
But only she deems what is seen.
A sincere pause, a thought collection,
And again her voice prevails.
The strength it takes to fortify
The vile beneath the veil.
The surreptitious "Yes, mmm hmm,"
And the ceremonious "Nope."
The ladder leaves a clue behind;
The knot begets the rope.
As all of this hangs in the air
Like a dandelion spore,
The mastery of her majesty
Paints a scene she's seen before.
The artisan in her repertoire
Regrets none by her own code,
Shows compliance to the universe
Despite the evidence bestowed.
That the consequential traits
Of the love she can't afford,
Still stops and screams the question,
"Where is my f*#$ing door?"
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Animals and Sex
Her and her husband's jaw dropped as they looked at each other for confirmation on what they just heard. The play is done to the music of "The Twelve Days of Christmas," their son's day: Day Three. Now count backwards from 12 and point to a little boy on the third day who very sweetly says, "Animals and Sex." See the dilemma, and the humor?
After she composed herself, and wiped the smile from her face, she asks again, "Now what are your lines?" This time he says, "Animals, insects, and people."
He had left off the 'and people' part before. Let's hope he doesn't forget that part at the play!
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
The Places We'll Go
The Places We'll Go
Chorus
The places we'll go.
Oh, the places we'll go.
Miles and miles of fence rows
Pass by us as the wind blows.
Verse
Your hand in mine;
Fingertips are intertwined.
The eyes of the night
Is just the light reflected by
The heart of our sun.
The seams are undone.
The inner dreams of everyone
Is all in your lips,
All in your eyes,
Over my head,
And under your thighs.
Chorus
The places we'll go.
Oh, the places we'll go.
Miles and miles of fence rows
Pass by us as the world goes.
Verse
The path less taken,
In the dark we are mistaken
The shadows, from the light.
The trees are buzzing
With the sound of life.
My hand on your hip;
The small of your back;
My hands as they grip;
I embrace your attack.
Chorus
The places we'll go.
Oh, the places we'll go.
Miles and miles of fence rows
Pass by us as the wind blows.
Bridge
And I know its been a long time.
And I know that you can not be mine.
But I feel like you will find,
When comparing me to everyone else
You've never felt more like yourself.
Chorus
The places we'll go.
Oh, the places we'll go.
Don't just stand beside your window,
Go outside and watch the world grow.
Chorus (Key Change)
The places we'll go.
The places we'll go.
It never felt so good to lose control,
As you stood by and watch me let go.
Cornflakes in Milk
The Procession
Verse
The wet leaves on my sidewalk
Reminds me of cornflakes in milk.
The lines in your eyes
Are as bright as the sky,
As thin as silk.
Prechorus
I'd go out today,
Except for the weather.
Stay inside,
Yeah, I guess I better.
Maybe I'll try
To write you a letter,
But I can't find a pen.
There's things that we don't talk about,
Other times we just pretend.
Chorus
Day to day, we
Get forgotten.
Twist your heart into
Sailor knots, and
I know it all seems
So trivial.
But all the cars will stop
For your funeral.
Verse
It's alright to get your hands dirty,
If you got a job to do.
And the seafloor bottom
Can't hold a mystery
Next to you.
Chorus
Day to day, we
Get forgotten.
Twist your heart into
Sailor knots, and
I know it all seems
So trivial.
But all the cars will stop
For your funeral.BridgeBetween wishing
Oh, what's the difference
In the distance
And waiting
And dreaming
And dying?
Chorus/Outro
Day to day to day,
We twist our hearts.
But all the cars will stop,
All the cars will stop,
Everything will stop
For your funeral.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Tuesday's Photo Fun
I'm so proud of Ava. She is usually a bit frightened by this sort of thing, but she got right up there and sat on Santa's lap across from Hannah. I think Hannah helped, I don't think she would have done it alone. Ava was actually upset when we left, she wanted to see Santa more. She kept saying, "I want Santa bring me presents." Meanwhile, Hannah's mind kept reeling over this, "Why isn't Santa at the North Pole?"
As Debbie noted in her comment, it is Ava's birthday today. She is three. She was so sweet when I told her it was her birthday. I said, "Ava, it's your birthday today." She said, "Oh, happy birthday to me, Hannah" to her sister and her sister said, "Happy Birthday, Ava."
Monday, December 8, 2008
Nephew Nate
Last Friday, December the 5th, at approx. 2:20 PM my sister gave birth to her 3rd child: Nathan Connor. He was 8 lbs. 5 ounces, about 19 inches long, and a cutie pie. He was a very calm baby, and didn't cry at all after they had ran tests on him, he just looked around.
My dad, joking with me about wanting another child after seeing me glued to the nursery room window, said that I need to have a boy to continue the family name. I said, "No, I will just teach Ava that who ever she marries has to take on her last name." I pick Ava, because she is stubborn enough to actually stick to it. I can already hear her, "My Husband has to take my name, right Dad?" She says 'right' after everything she says. It is cute as all-get-out, but really wears you out after a while, "Yes, Sweetie. That's right."
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Head Above Water
I used to fill notebooks upon notebooks with words in my teens. Words without meaning, words with pretense, words with syntax, and words without form. This song (written about a year ago, and freshly memorized once popping in my head yesterday) reminds me of that part of my life. I was not prejudice with my selection of themes or form, and mostly it was stream of consciousness. I'm deliberately juvenile in this song, and you can feel the imperfections of the person's life and relationships. Yet despite the implications of the disorder, there is a smear of optimism somehow visible. The wordiness and flow reminds me both of Third Eye Blind and Jason Mraz.
My favorite? Not even close. Did I write it? Yes. Well in that case...
Head Above Water
Verse
Last call, I guess
I'll stay a minute.
Two hours later
and I'm still in it.
Did I upset you my queen?
I didn't mean to be mean.
I didn't mean to be me,
The moment overtook me.
Love is a super nova;
Love is a black hole.
You go in one side
And leave without a soul.
If love was a knife
It would be sharp at both ends.
If you could go back in time,
Which scar would you mend;
Which thought do you tend to cleave?
I wouldn't leave you,
Believe me, you receive
The best there is.
To achieve a center,
State of peace of mind.
You may make me yours,
But I can't make you mine.
I will find a light
In this empty hall;
These walls are going
To shatter to the floor.Chorus
I'm trying to keep my head above water,
But the concrete on my feet,
Has its own agenda I'm afraid.
I'm trying to make myself still matter,
But as the ceiling meets the floor,
I wait for something more, but wait in vain.
Verse
Two times, I bet
I'll take my chances.
Last one leaving,
And last one dancing.
Can I confront you on this?
I really hate when we kiss,
Not because of what it is,
But because of what I miss.
Love is a supernova;
Love is the last toll.
You pay with your life,
Your youth, your heart, your soul.
How can it all disappear
In a pattern of wind,
Or in a funnel of smoke?
Should I retrieve it again?
Should I believe it's pretend?
Should a I relieve myself,
And stop reliving the ends
To a mean, the crest of the fall?
The rest of it all,
The jagged shards and once more,
The bits of me
Lie in pieces on the floor.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
All The King's Horses
I wrote this song about 2 years ago, and in case anyone asks, its not written about anyone I know, or from any of my own personal endeavors; it is just storytelling.
All The King's Horses
Chorus
All the King's horses and all the kings men,
Couldn't put your life back together again.
It's been riddled before, you can't figure it out:
What's this crazy life all about?
Verse
You might have bitten off more than you can chew,
You might have taken a little more than just a few
Pills, you're nervous as you swallow them whole.
Now is not the time to fall asleep,
Keep your eyes open and you keep
Your heart, on a jagged line intact with your soul.
Chorus
All the King's horses and all the kings men,
Couldn't put your life back together again.
It's been riddled before, you can't figure it out:
What's this crazy life all about?
Verse
Leaves escape from the trees,
Like blooding leaving, you're knees
Go weak, you wait for it to enter your brain.
"Two time's enough," you start to say,
But then the message floats away
From you, and the words have gotten lost with restraint.
Chorus
All the King's horses and all the kings men,
Couldn't put your life back together again.
It's been riddled before, you can't figure it out:
What's this crazy life all about?
Outro
What is going to take,
To break you down, to build you up?
Like a phoenix from the flames,
You will fly from the remains.
You will fight despite of yourself,
And let it all fold in on itself.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Tuesday's Photo Fun
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Gold Dust
Gold Dust
Intro
Heaven stayed awake one night,
And created the world by mistake.
It slept through most the dreamy day,
And took forever to awake.
Chorus
We were made in the stars the two of us,
But the star fades from gold to gold dust,
And then just to dust,
We trust because we must.
The lightning supports the evidence,
That the spark in our kiss is relevant
To the eloquence
Of the universe.
It's just as much to be me,
As it is to be
The moon,
The stars,
And the sea.
Bridge
And if in waking you seem to find,
Or don't and disappear;
See no reason to withstand,
Withdraw, and wither to tears.
Chorus
We were made in the stars the two of us,
But the star fades from gold to gold dust,
And then just to dust,
We trust because we must.
The lightning supports the evidence,
That the spark in our kiss is relevant
To the eloquence
Of the universe.
It's just as much to be me,
As it is to be
The moon,
The stars,
And the sea.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
For the Farmer's Daughter
For the Farmer's Daughter
Verse
And I know what
The song has been talking about;
It's not just words after all.
And I know why
You stand at a distance,
And refuse to surrender your wall.
Prechorus
How did we get here,
And who has the reins?
And if you could
Would there be anything you'd change?
Chorus
Tell me a story;
Write our lives together.
I'll sit by your side
And pit sorrow against sadness,
Love against madness,
And hope against fear.
All the dreams that you write me
Just might incite me,
But will most likely
Just
Disappear.
Verse
And I know how,
Its not really a mystery,
That it grew from nothing at all.
And I know now
What I wish I'd known then,
Its only now that I have the chance to fall.
Prechorus
How did we get here,
And who has the keys?
And if you would,
Remove the weakness in me.
Chorus
Tell me a story,
Line by line our fiction.
And I'll sit at your lap
And pit faith against indifference,
Lust against forgiveness,
Change against you my dear.
All the dreams that you write me
Just might incite me,
But will most likely
Just
Disappear.
Outro
So for the farmer's daughter,
For the dreams without pretense,
For the wish in a well that's run dry.
For the passion to run through our veins,
We lack more than just change.
Tell me more of the same, and I'll try.
We carry ourselves on our own shoulders,
And weigh as much as boulders,
And wait as we wish it was here:
The chance for us to fall down,
And the walls that we have built around
Ourselves
Just
Disappear.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
A Song For a Rainy Day
To the Sound of the RainVerse
Water distorts the images;The drops are sliding down the glass.I am calling you from inside my car,To tell you I am falling way too fast.
PreChorusTo the sounds of the rain,I feel the source of my pain.You can call it disdain,Call it anything.To give it a name,Doesn't mean it'll change,Don't mean a damn thingIf you say it in vain.
ChorusI know I don't quite seem like myself.I'm just a back against the wall, and a heart on a shelf.I know I don't quite seem like myself.But tell me, how can I be anyone else?
Verse
The trees assert their fortitude,
But the wind still finds its way to me.
It's smoked me out of every bush,
And out of everything I told myself to be.
PreChorus
To the sounds of the rain,I feel the source of my pain.You can call it disdain,Call it anything.To give it a name,Doesn't mean it'll change,Don't mean a damn thingIf you say it in vain.
ChorusI know I don't quite seem like myself.I'm just a back against the wall, and a heart on a shelf.I know I don't quite seem like myself.But tell me, how can I be anyone else?
Outro
Drop by drop like the beating clock
Of a lover's breath, or the retreating stop
Of a restless day.
The rain is in my face,
And in my veins.
Most days I feel this way.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Beautiful Brick
Beautiful Brick
Verse
From the moment you wake up
You feel so alone.
Your castle's a throne,
But never a home,
And nobody's there.
From high in your tower
You get a bird's eye view.
You're unable to do,
But I am too.
So, honey let down your hair.
Prechorus
When the birds fly out with the breeze,
You're afraid of what you might see.
Let your eyes follow your heart.
Fold out your hands;
Give us a start.
Chorus
You make the world you live in;
Brick by brick by beautiful brick.
Before the walls collapse and give in,
You have the keys. I'm on my knees.
Honey let down your hair,
And I'll climb up.
Verse
You spend hours on make up
That no one will see.
The burden's the beast
With eyes like the sea,
That just go on forever.
If you should fall backwards,
Who would break your fall?
The cathedral walls,
And the angels that crawl,
Their wings plucked of the feathers.
Chorus
You make the world you live in;
Brick by brick by beautiful brick.
Before the walls collapse and give in,
You have the keys. I'm on my knees.
Honey let down your hair,
And I'll climb up.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Happy Birthday Hannah!
I was especially proud of Hannah's mom and I. We did the party for ourselves and our families only last night. This was the first 'family event' since Carrie and I have been divorced. And it means a lot to me, and really says a lot for our parenting, that we can set the personal stuff aside and put the kids first. It really gives me high hopes for the girls' future, and it really helps me feel like although we may not be making the decisions other couples or parents might make, we will not negate our children's happiness because of it.
So Happy Birthday Hannah! I love you so much and I am so proud of you!
Chase goes all political on you... Sorry
"Whether you are a republican, a democrat, or vote independent; whether you are white, black, Hispanic, or Asian; all of us in this great melting pot are unified by one thing: we are American. It is for America that we must let our party stances and cultural differences go, at least momentarily, to reflect on the great achievement that all of America accomplished in yesterday's presidential race. As a people we have decided that race is not an issue in who is fit to lead this country.
Being a white American the impact this has on me can not be as great as the impression it leaves on the minorities in this country, especially African Americans; but this does have a resounding effect on all of us. It's a true acknowledgment of the American way. It is a statement to the world of how powerful our democracy is; that any son or daughter of America has not only a chance to better their life, but that they can lead this country in the highest elected office.
To think that only two centuries ago it was black slaves that built the white house, and now a black first-family will reside inside its walls. This is a testament that America can evolve; that its leaders can reflect its demographic and highest ideals. Once again the world watched America last night with hopeful eyes, as we again showed them the true might of our democracy.
The challenge now will be for us as Americans and our political leaders who have become complacent with the wars, the economy, the suffering health care programs, and the waning job opportunities to not rely on what initial resides inside parenthesis beside our names, but to embrace ourselves as Americans. The change the country needs will not come because of one man, or one party rule; equally it will not come swiftly. However, we can be proud again, actively help create a country that will lead the world, and leave this country a better place for our children and our children's children."
Monday, November 3, 2008
Everything and Nothing
I wrote this about 6 months ago. What I did was I took all of the angst and passion of my youth, and played off of the dramaticsm, and the naivety. I like the result. Its kind of a flipped view on who I am, and who I was. The me now would never feel this way, I would be more "Whatever, it's cool." But its nice I can still write about it. This another one of the few songs I write for myself and no one else; a progress report of sorts.
Everything and Nothing
Verse
I'm just a child watching the wind blow the grass.
I'm just the sky watching the clouds as they form.
I'm just a heart whose only thought is to beat.
I'm just a tree telling my leaves to come out.
Chorus
I'm everything
And I'm nothing.
You can tell yourself
Whatever you want.
If you believe something
It doesn't make it true.
Verse
I am a lion's paw running on the dessert.
I am a warrior's call as he's charging into war.I'm the broken glass shattered in a wind storm.I'm a lover scorned torn from the pages of a play.
Chorus
I'm all of thisAnd I'm nothing.
You can tell yourself,
If it helps you sleep at night.
If you believe something
It doesn't make it true.
Verse
I'm the car you drive, always running on empty.I am the sign you hang outside your bedroom door.
I am the hair you twirl around your middle finger.
I am the clothes scattered by the bed on your floor.
Bridge/Build
I am the dirt on the chewing gum on your shoe.I am the broken lamp you fixed with crazy glue.I am the cigarette smoke you're waiting to exhale.
I am the paradigm shift.
I'm a white snow drift.
The harmony, the build,
And the lead guitar riff.
I am the center of the stage,
And the bars on your cage.
The holes in your jeans;
The face in your dreams.
PreChorus
You told me you loved me.You told me you loved me.You told me you loved me.
What a silly thing to believe.
ChorusIt's easier to believe
That I can be all
Of these other things,
Than someone that means
Anything to you.
Outro
You're my favorite sweater.
You're the skip in the song.
You're a brownie pan with all the corner pieces gone.
You're the sprinklers on my childhood lawn.
If you believe somethingWhy can't it just come true?
Friday, October 31, 2008
Happy Halloween
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Citing the stars and the sea
There is a certain romanticism and mystery to both space and the sea. These vast bodies exist outside of our land dwelling comforts, and in comparison are giants dwarfing the world in which we regularly reside. And, as in often times, I write about my experiences with the opposite sex. Well for me they can be as elusive and as dwarfing as both space and the sea.
Again (structurally) an odd song so I have organized with three parts and a bridge. I enjoy the internal rhyming in this song, it was fun to produce. I also played with (if I remember correctly) assonance and consonance.
On Arrival
Part 1
The clouds look photo-shopped in;
The damage is on the outside-in.
If I awake first then I'm certain to win,
But as for the prize,
Surprise me.
In the light you seem slimmer;
My hands appear weaker,
As we dance to the drone of
A busted out speaker.
We stand as still as statues
And wait for the shutter to close.
Are you alive?
Am I a ghost?
Have we arrived yet?
Part 2
The sound is a lifetime away.
It echoes around like a radio wave
Traveling through the absence of space.
Can you hear it?
It's all around us.
In the dark you seem brighter;
My wit becomes sharper.
It cuts through your clothes
Like a boat through the harbor.
The covers all flap on the bed
Like waves cresting the coast.
Are you alive?
Am I a ghost?
Have we arrived yet?
Nobody knows...
Bridge
Maybe the truth is irrelevant.
If I could use my hands to get
Inside your mind,
No telling what I'd find.
In our youth we are compelled by love,
But now its waning on the passage of
Our time,
And no one seems to mind.
Are you alive?
Am I a ghost?
Have we arrived yet?
Part 3
Now the colors are all changing their hues;
A subtle difference in all of the blues.
You tilt your head but you get the same view,
Just perpendicular
To the first one.
In the day it seems duller;
By night a strong hunger.
It feeds off the feeling:
"Why can't I feel younger?"
If the moon and the stars and the planets
All align and explode...
Are you alive?
Am I a ghost
Have we survived this?
Nobody knows.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Tuesday's Photo Fun
Monday, October 27, 2008
Wrong Side of Me
This song has interesting origins. I was feeling lazy one day, and I needed to get up and do some cleaning. My daughter, Hannah, was playing with a little karaoke machine that has recording and playback functions. She came over to me and wanted me to sing something into it. Off the top of my head I sang, "I need some motivation, I've got to clean the house a little."
I eventually did get up and clean a little. And then like a week later I was putting toys away and I pushed the playback button on Hannah's karaoke machine and heard myself singing, "I need some motivation, I've got to clean the house a little," again. This time I thought, hey that's kind of catchy.
I sang the line off and on for the next couple weeks and once I changed the words to, "I need some motivation, I've got to move my bones a little," the whole song opened up and I finished writing it. Based on its origin, I didn't let the song take itself too seriously. Which is evident in lines like "God made dirt and dirt don't hurt." I have a lighter side, I swear.
Wrong Side of Me
Verse
I need some motivation,
I've got to move my bones a little.
The shades are all drawn up in the house;
I give the sun a whistle.
No reason to explain all this pain,
I let it fizzle out.
I'm destined to believe that our time
Is never running out.
Chorus
The seasons will change
Wherever you go.
The grass is always greener
Unless it snows.
I'm calling you back,
I'm calling you home.
'Cause I know in my heart you have got
The wrong side of me.
That's not who I wanted you to see.
Verse
The scene is always changing,
The road just goes a roaring by.
Everything that I'm seeing, I see
Through my reflective eye.
The shadows in the corner,
The pictures, and the pillow case
All are symbols of you and it's true
That you are in this place.
Chorus
The memories change,
The heart is a ghost.
The path is always clearer
Along the coast.
I'm calling you back,
I'm calling you home.
'Cause I know in my heart you have got
The wrong side of me.
That's not who I wanted you to see.
Bridge
Love, love, love
Don't throw me under the bus,
'Cause if its God we trust:
God made dirt and dirt don't hurt,
And the first words that you said were,
"Hurry up."
Friday, October 24, 2008
Nobody Cares
Nobody Cares
Part 1
Got a note in my pocket
Telling me where to go.
It says go to hell,
And while you're there,
See if it snows.
Well it's kind of own my way,
So I might just take a stare.
'Cause when nobody knows,
Nobody cares.
Part 2
I could die in this city.
In the bricks beneath,
Bury my bones.
In my new found home
My soul will be free.
It might happen today.
Hey, you might you just take me there.
'Cause when nobody knows,
Nobody cares.
Part 3
Telephone is ringing,
But the dial-tone has long been dead.
I follow the sound,
And now I've found,
It's all in my head.
Well, I might as well pick up,
And hear the voice inside declare,
"When nobody knows,
Nobody cares."
Part 4
I know I am still waiting,
Waiting for signs of life.
And in this dream
There's you and me,
And me and my wife.
Well, I finally decided
To commit to my affair.
'Cause when nobody knows,
No one has to know.
No one has to know.
What we don't know can't hurt us;
Nobody cares.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
How it Works
How it Works
Verse
These few words before I go:
You push and pull,
Fast and then slow.
You take me high as the trees,
And leave me down on my knees.
Prechorus
Maybe I should walk away,
But I feel like I need to say
Chorus
That you don't always
Have to know how it works,
To know it works good.
You don't have to have
All the pieces, though
You think that you should.
Sometimes a mystery
Is meant to be
Misunderstood.
You don't always
Have to know how it works,
To know it works good.
Verse
I can have a piece of you,
But I'll be in pieces before it's through.
I don't count my eggs before they've hatched,
Because you turn me on then turn back.
Prechorus
Maybe I should write it down,
Not like you'd read it any how.
Chorus
You don't always
Have to know how it works,
To know it works good.
You don't have to have
All the pieces, though
You think that you should.
Sometimes a mystery
Is meant to be
Misunderstood.
You don't always
Have to know how it works,
To know it works good.
Outro
These few words before I go:
You try to shake me off;
I won't let go.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Tuesday's Photo Fun
I have done one of these already, but I am going to try to do this weekly. I take pictures of my girls and then put funny quotes with them. Again, remember, Hannah is the bigger one; Ava the little one.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Tied to the Wheel
Here lately, I have noticed, I haven't been remembering my dreams. When someone says they don't dream a lot, they mean I can't remember my dreams much. Everyone dreams every night, you just may not remember them. I think it has to do with what phase of sleep you are in when you wake up. For instance, if you awake right from REM sleep, you should remember your dreams.
It always amazes me the impact that dreams have on your morning. I have, and I am sure a lot of guys have, been in trouble in the morning because a significant other dreamed I was cheating on them. The dream I awoke from this morning was simple, but has left enough of an impression to talk about it here.
I was forcefully taken hostage by some guys in black. They put me in the driver's seat of a large pick-up truck. I was already gagged, so I couldn't scream. They tied my hands to the steering wheel. They pushed the truck out of the large commercial garage we were currently in, and into street. It was night, and it was the first time I had seen where we were, and it was the middle of nowhere.
Once on the street they proceeded to put a blindfold on me. I heard a switch flip somewhere on the dash board and the truck started up. A second later and another switch. Someone said, "Drive!" and the truck began to move.
My foot pounded on the brake to stop the truck, that was now going about 50-60 mph and gaining. But of course the brakes did not work. I continued flying down the road, or country side, (wasn't sure, I couldn't see) without hitting anything. I was sure I would've hit something by now. My grip on the wheel tight enough to leave indentions in it, my right foot pressed hard on the floor bed. The truck continued to careen into the night, un-phased.
It was the strangest feeling, like a roller coaster ride, or falling. Except for when you are falling, you know where the bottom is. I didn't know when or how this ride would end. And then by the end of the dream I just let go. I relaxed. If I was going to hit something, I couldn't help it. It was actually very liberating in the end to just enjoy the ride.
And then I woke up. The symbolism is ridiculous.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Immediately, if not Sooner
Immediately, if not Sooner; Barely, if at all.She wakes from her sleep,As if there was anything elseThat she could wake up from:
A sleep without rest (while eyes shut)And dreams of my inconspicuous touch.She wakes and walks out of her room,And inside her heart has yet to consume
The new day.She looks at herself with discomfort,Knowing that beside her I am not.Then, immediately, if not sooner,Falls into the mindless sleepWhere and which I am so retained.She dreams about how I touch herImmediately, if not sooner;Barely, if at all.
Neither of us awake.
One major difference in my writing now versus then, I believe, is imagery. I have always been good at invoking emotions (this poem as case in point) but now I try to bring elements that not only let you feel the emotion, but see the environment in which they exist. A fun challenge for me: I am going to re-write this poem with my current style.
Immediately, if not Sooner; Barely, if at all. (version 2)She wakes from her sleep,As if there was anything elseThat she could wake up from.
As if there was any other cloud
She could fall down through.
Restlessly she clutches,
As the clouds transform to sheets.
The same white, soft, and still she dreams.Eyes tightly shut, the essence of
My inconspicuous touch.She wakes and walks out of her room,Although her heart has yet to consume,
Has yet to bloom, has only swooned.
Has only forfeited and
Foreshadowed the pending doom.All of this in a discomforting look.
In the mirror, where two bodies once stood,Now one must occupy the space alone.Then, immediately, if not sooner,She falls back into the sleepWhere and which
I am so effortlessly retained.
A backwards dive off the highest loft,
A free-fall head first, hands open,
Body willingly engaged: she falls.She dreams of how I touch herImmediately, if not sooner;Barely, if at all.
Neither of us awake.
It is a bit contrived, I know, but I did it on the spot. Do me a favor, leave me a comment on which version you like best. Version 1, or version 2.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Last Kiss
Last Kiss
The stars align
And I decline
Serendipity
Has no sympathy
For me
And mine
We're two of a kind, but
We don't combine well
We separate like oil
And water
What's the matter
It's been so long
Since I heard you laughter
I suppose
No one knows
But no one don't include
Me and you...
And me
Have a certain history
Of being cruel
And unusual
It's still a mystery that we
Can be fooled
And with a kiss from me
She knows its over
Seeing you
In this interview
We're playing through the motions
And the bombs go off
Before you start
Just ask yourself
Whats the cost of me...
And you
It'll take a half a century
To see
The truth
You know I have no sympathy
For being
Misused
And with a kiss from me
She knows its over
Must have been out of my head
Wasn't me, wasn't me
When I said what I said
It just slipped out of my...
Hands fold
In the prayer position
Hold them there
With submission
Say a prayer
If it's worth missing
Say you care
And keep on listening
You stare
Into the distance
It all falls down
In just one instance
I've lost more
Than just attention
But I'm just going to
Keep on kissing...
You and me
Are we ancient history
Or do we
Have another remedy
For me and you
And with kiss from she knows its over
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Pictures with Quotes
Monday, October 6, 2008
Rings on Saturn
So strange, but hey, I always go with it. I am not one to just wad the paper up and throw it in the trash can, I just stack it in the corner and kind of chuckle at myself.
Rings on Saturn
Verse
I know why there's rings on Saturn.
I know that there's life
Undiscovered
On the bottom of the
Ocean, and the tides...
Prechorus
Roll on by
With a pull from the moon.
I close my eyes,
As the tension in the room
Starts to rise.
My heart is a balloon,
It floats on by.
Chorus
With all the things I know,
And all the things I know that I can do;
I'll never know you.
I'll never know you.
I'll never know you.
Verse
I know there's still room in heaven.
I know there's no hell.
Unless you count the
Time I spent with-
Out you in my sails...
Prechorus
The blowing wind,
Always pushing me away.
I don't know when,
But one of these new days
You'll come again,
This time to stay.
Chorus
With all the things I know,
And all the things I know that I can do;
I'll never know you.
I'll never know you.
I'll never know you.
Mandolin Solo
Okay, now let's hear a little banjo
Build
Rise and fall and crawl
It's all tumbling down.
From the bridges to the rivers
To the mountains to the underground.
Verse
I know there's no one worth loving.
I know there's no point.
It's the ones we push away
That love us,
And the ones that stay that hurt.
Prechorus
Oh, I ain't got time,
I'm getting pretty old,
With deeper lines
In the wrinkles of my soul.
The warning signs
Keep passing as I go.
Chorus
With all the things I know,
And all the things I know that I can do;
I'll never know you.
Never understand
The things you do.
I'll never know you.
Friday, October 3, 2008
After the Sunset
I hear it being a very good R&B kind of song. It needs piano, and back-up singers.
After the Sunset
Verse
They tried to warn me,
But I wouldn't listen.
I was searching for
Something missing.
And if it was her,
Then I will never be
In my heart and soul
Completely complete.
So for a short time,
And for a large price
I found myself
Lost in paradise.
And when it was over,
When it was over
A simple 'Thank you'
Was all I told her.
Chorus
Her eyes
Were as blue as the sky,
And in my better days,
They were my sunrise.
And though I know it's set
On the horizion,
In my mind
She will always live on.
And though I can not bring it back,
I'll never regret what we had.
Verse
Now I never said,
'Take back the memories,
Forget the laughter,
For all the misery.'
Because between the lines
Of all of these times,
I would never trade
What was once mine.
Chorus
Her eyes
Were as blue as the sky,
And in my better days
They were my sunrise.
And though I know it's set
On the horizion,
In my mind
She will always live on.
And though I can not bring it back,
I'll never forget what we had.
Bridge
She could not settle down,
Ran away, and turned around.
No one could know her
No one could own her.
Chorus
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Word of mouth... well... post.
I have mentioned it before on my blog, but for those of you that don't know I draw a comic strip for the niche market of surveying. I have a contract with Professional Surveyor magazine and I draw a strip each month. In addition I have a little online store with calendars, shirts, etc. It is a lot of fun and recently (and with the help of my Red Fish Blue colleague, Clinton George) I have moved to doing the strips in color.
I get my ideas from my experience of marketing to Surveyors over the past three years. A lot of the people I work with at Hayes are surveyors as well, so of course I use them a lot for resources.
Anyways, a competing magazine (P.O.B.) has a very popular message board for surveyors. They can come and post all of their problems, solutions, ideas, or general thoughts on the board. I just finished a full year of doing the site and cartoon before the board noticed my work. A couple of days ago however, someone made a post on the board about my cartoon.
Within an hour more than 200 visitors flooded my website, Out-of-Plumb.com, which is more visitors than I have seen in over three months. Nobody bought anything, but that is my fault. I have to do a new calendar, Christmas cards, etc. before people will want to buy anything. And on all of the posts the feedback was always positive.
The point that I am not making very well here is this: the outcome to this scenario could have been completely different, seeing how I am not a surveyor, have never surveyed, and have only affiliated with the industry for a couple of years. After so many surveyors witnessed my brand of humor applied to their profession they could have ripped me a new one. They could have said things like, "He obviously has never surveyed a day in his life." But they did not. They found the humor relatable and appreciated and supported the continuation of my work.
Whew!
Thursday, September 18, 2008
I used to Draw...
I found this in my desk recently, and I forgot that I used to draw. Now I draw a comic strip, Out-of-Plumb.com, but my thing in college was portraits.
This was done on clay board. It works like this: they take a piece of masonite board and paint it white; then cover the masonite in a thin layer of clay and paint that India ink black; then you use these little tools to scrape off the black clay, revealing the white board underneath.
Very cool stuff. It makes you draw in reverse. Normally you draw shadows, with this technique you draw the highlights.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Your Own Way
Your Own Way
Verse
She moves in ways
I can't understand.
It reminds me of the waves
Crashing into the sand.
The water is cold,
But still I get in.
While two pale blue eyes
Are burning holes in my skin.
Chorus
No matter what I say,
You're gonna' have to
Do it your own way
No matter what I do,
It is still your choice to choose.
Verse
Fail to fly
And the ground is yours.
But fail to try,
You lose so much more.
Years can shape
Wisdom in a man.
Or the first time he holds
His baby in his hands.
Chorus
No matter what I say,
You're gonna' have to
Do it your own way
No matter what I do,
It is still your choice to choose.
Monday, September 15, 2008
By that Name
By that Name
Verse
Cigarette case and a well pressed suit,
Black tie mismatching his snake skin boots, he
Calls his friends and tells them the news,
"The elephant in the room has died."
The hour waits on the second hand,
As it travels around the earth again.
You feel him crawl underneath your skin, you
Try your best not to cry.
Chorus
You want two hearts to beat as one.
You want an empty shell instead of a gun.
You want someone who you know love could reclaim,
But there ain't nobody here that goes by that name.
Verse
You fake everything else, why not fake a smile.
If it'll keep 'em at bay for a little while.
You see your dreams as an unborn child
Your mind has yet to abort.
He's just black, greasy hair without a spine,
With eyes as shallow as the side of a dime.
If you look close enough you'll go back in time,
And see what all of this is worth.
Chorus
You want two hearts to beat as one.
You want an empty shell instead of a gun.
You want someone who you know love could reclaim,
But there ain't nobody here that goes by that name.
Chorus (Key Change)
You want a blue sky with your name in the clouds.
You want a white veil and an egg-white shroud.
You want someone to throw them self in front of the train,
But there ain't nobody here that goes by that name.
Lord, there ain't nobody anywhere... that goes by that name.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Album Art
It was a very strange feeling when I seen the symbol, I instantly seen the cover of our next album in my head. I jumped on the computer and whipped this up in about 20 minutes.
I like the mystery and intrigue I feel when I look at this image. I like the simplicity and the texture. Months came and went since I designed this, and no good name of the album to go with the picture, and our music, ever came to me. Then yesterday, out of the blue, I found the picture again and remembered how much I liked it, and again in an instant something came to me. The name of the album. Ready? Here goes:
The image, where I am in my life right now, where our music is, it all works perfect for me in my mind. Plus... everyone likes super heroes.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
The Giver
By the way... I may have invented a new adjective. See if you can find it.
The Giver
Verse
All of this noise inside of my head,
I can barely hear you say, "Come back to bed."
Somewhere I know there's a light that's left on,
But when I turn to look away the light is gone.
Radio waves flying out into space,
Sometimes I think I'd like to take their place.
And find myself on an asteroid belt;
Watch them all explode without a sound.
Chorus
And the crowd that built me up,
Is the same that spilled my cup.
And the knife that split my vein,
Is the same that spared my pain.
The giver of life and love is just;
I've got another chance to go for bust.
Verse
Somewhere in dream in a desertous land,
As a wad of cotton sheets are in my hands.
Fear I can't breath as I look at the sky,
And the miles of sand between you and I.
As I awake the feeling remains,
That I'm a world apart from who I really am.
And the me that's here now fails to believe
That the gift I have might some how come from me.
Chorus
And the crown above my head,
Is the same that spells my dread.
And the chain around my feet,
Is the same that sets me free.
The giver of life and love is just;
I've got another chance to go for bust.
Outro
Mark a place for new beginnings,
You are more than just your sinning,
There's more to love than just your lust,
The giver of life and love is just.
They don't see, they don't know.
They don't know how far you'd go.
Infinity times the lack of trust.
The giver of life and love is just.