Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Words on Wednesday: "The Sirens."

I like the juxtaposition in this song. Word of the day achieved!
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.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Tuesday's Photo Fun: Ava Art

I've always noticed that Ava had a unique way with things. Hannah has always been a much better drawer, granted Hannah's older, but still there is a difference in their style if you will. Ava's knack has always been assembling things - balls and cups, pots and pans, food - into patterns. Here are some of her latest works. The quotes below the pictures are her actual descriptions of what she was making.

"Mommy with a purse and a donut."

"A Pop-tart heart."

Monday, December 29, 2008

Monday's Mutterings of One

I accidentally discovered a really good hook for a country song. I went to say to a friend at work that I needed to start my car so it will be warm when I get in. Instead I said 'heart' instead of car. Within no time I had a country chorus:
I'm gonna start your heart,
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.
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:
I'm carrying your love with me
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.
Almost every country song I can think of follows this simple pattern. Give it a try!

Monday, December 22, 2008

Happy Holidays!

I will be taking a break from blogging for the holiday season. Thanks everyone for keeping up with me. I am very thankful for all the support of my friends and family. Have a great Christmas everyone!

Friday, December 19, 2008

Poetic Friday: All Things Invisible

I just liked the way it looked better with no capitals and no punctuation. Thanks e e cummings!

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."

I was listening to 'Volcano' by Damien Rice, and he writes for both woman and man singing parts. That intrigues me. The song below is written for a man and woman as well. The two different singing parts are differentiated by what is in black and what is in gray.

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

I'm not sure what Ava wished for before she blew out her candles, but I assure you whatever it was you know I'd give it to her if I could.

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

"I like Bush (the band) but I also like lyrics. So we will call it a conflict of interest."

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

There is a big difference between writing a song and writing a poem. I'm sure most of you view my posts on here as poetry, but that's not even close. My songs have a melody, and in most cases need the music to survive. I used to write more poetry, and in an attempt to sharpen my songwriting skills I am going to force my poetic side with another weekly routine: 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

This is such a funny story one of my friends from work told me. Her son (age 5) will be in a Christmas play at their church. They were having dinner the other night and she was asking him if he had remembered his lines. He very confidently says, "Yeah." When she asks him to say them he says, "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

I have eluded to this quirky song before on my blog, but I do not think I have published it in its entirety. I'm curious as to what you guys think about this song, as I am indifferent.

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.

Bridge
Oh, what's the difference
In the distance
Between wishing
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

Another fairy tale theme in this song as well, 'All The King's Horses' is a dark comparison to Humpty Dumpty. The music for the song is actually lite and kind of playful, while the words explore a more dismal story. To me it fits perfectly, because Humpty Dumpty could really be a horror tale, not a children's story: guy falls off of a building and his insides are scattered on the ground, people try to help him but its too late.

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

Well, I could have came up with something cute for the girls to say, but we are not supposed to talk with food in our mouth. Happy belated Thanksgiving everyone.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Tuesday's Photo Fun

There is a theme to today's photo fun: 'Apprehension.' Enjoy!

"Ok, lets just double check this one more time; seat belt buckled? Check."

"So, let me get this strait. You want me to walk
with these crazy things on my feet... where?"

Monday, November 24, 2008

Gold Dust

The song below is verse-less. It has a two long choruses, an intro, and a bridge, but no consecutive verses. I'm trying something different, all while borrowing old words from myself. I've been listening to a lot of Damian Rice here lately. This seems like the kinds of words he would use.

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

I've accepted who I am as an artist. I am the guy who writes the really sad, slow song. I'm okay with that, somebody has to. It's better to know who you are, than to try to be something that you are not. This song is about being on the cusp of something really good, but being unable to tilt the scales in your favor. At least that was my motivation. Songs have a way of writing themselves.

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

Tuesday's Photo Fun


Ava: "Princesses do their lips like this, Hannah."

Monday, November 17, 2008

A Song For a Rainy Day

It is always amazing to me the level of control in which the weather has on our emotions. At least mine, I won't speak for you. It is a catapult for whatever emotion we are feeling the most. If we are in a good mood already and it is a nice, warm, sunny day that helps propel the good emotions. Likewise for the rain and any bad emotions. Hence...

To the Sound of the Rain

Verse
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.

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 thing
If you say it in vain.

Chorus
I 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 thing
If you say it in vain.

Chorus
I 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

I've gone backwards on here, missing my Tuesday Photo Fun. I've been so busy. Well, here is a song at least. I wrote this last night. See if you can spot which fairy tale character it eludes to. Again, I have such wordy songs these days.

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

Belated Spooks

Here are my little girls on Halloween! I'm the only one that can look at the camera. Thanks Debbie!

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Happy Birthday Hannah!

It felt weird to talk about politics on here. (Shakes it off) Today is Hannah's birthday! She has been saying, "Remember, remember, the fifth of November," for several weeks now. A quote from 'V for Vendetta' that I taught her. I will have pictures from her party and from Halloween as soon as I can find my camera's usb cord.

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

I missed my Tuesday's photo fun, I apologize. But for now I would like to do a very special political announcement. I don't usually do this, but since this blog is more for myself than anyone else, it would be nice to reflect one day on how I felt this morning after such a historic night. This may be political suicide for my campaign for presidency in 2020, but this is my message to America:

"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 am writing such wordy songs these days. I am incapable of doing short and sweet right now. This next song is all words. It might as well be poetry. I like the fact that each verse goes into a different variation of the overall theme. Increasing or decreasing in intensity.

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 this
And 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.

Chorus
It'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 something
Why can't it just come true?

Friday, October 31, 2008

Happy Halloween

In the spirit of Halloween, here I am dressed as Dexter (from the Showtime Series) for a Halloween party last week. I should have some pics of the girls on Halloween come next week. I picked a costume that I don't think anybody would get, but I liked it. It was cheap.


Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Citing the stars and the sea

I notice in my work I use outer space and the sea a lot to form poetic analogies. This is a common theme in writing, but it was very apparent to me in the song below. Why do I think these themes crop up in my work?

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

Not doing as good this week. Don't have as much material. So, instead of funny quotes, this week there is a theme: "Working Hard."


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

Here is a nice, quirky song. I have no idea why I wrote it, or what it is altogether saying, but I do know I would have people chant sing the part 'nobody cares.' I broke it into parts instead of verses, etc. Letting structure go for the moment. It is a nice break from my more traditional Chase pieces, I call this my dark comedy.

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 am going to try to take a lesson from Debbie (or as the girls lovingly refer to her 'Granny') and slowly start having daily posting themes. I can see how this creates a sense of consistency for blog followers. To initiate this I am going to start 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.

"Due to the economic crisis, my castle was foreclosed on."


"When our powers combine..."

"I know, Ava. You just had to be there"

Again, I challenge someone to give me a quote. What should this say? Post and let me know.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Tied to the Wheel

It is known fact to the people that know me that I have extremely elaborate and strange dreams. I have had more than 5 dreams that I was not even in. It was like watching a movie. I have plot lines, climaxes, heroes, etc. I have written a lot of poetry, songs, and fiction based off of my dreams; and probably could do more with them if I kept a journal.

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

A good friend of mine found some poems I had written some time ago. I think somewhere around 8th or 9th grade. Sometimes I forget that I was writing things that long ago. I enjoy this piece of writing, I like the implications. It has a sense of urgency. I've edited some parts for grammar and form. Thanks Lindsey!

Immediately, if not Sooner; Barely, if at all.

She wakes from her sleep,
As if there was anything else
That 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 sleep
Where and which I am so retained.
She dreams about how I touch her
Immediately, 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 else
That 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 sleep
Where 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 her
Immediately, 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

This is a very free flowing song. I decided against punctuation and section indicators (i.e. chorus, verse). This is circa 2005ish. An odd song for me stylistically, but I like the wordplay.

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

Welcome to the first ever 'Picture Fun' section of my blog. It is very simple, I take pictures of my kids and then give them funny quotes. Just remember, Hannah is the bigger one. Ava is the little one.

"Please let it be strawberry. Please let it be strawberry."


Ava: "Dude, like are you done taking my picture and stuff?"


Ava: "Man, they're not lying. I am really cute."

Hannah: "You know as soon as we get there I am going to push you down right?"


"Okay, so how does my hair look up here? Still beautiful? Good."

Got a funny quote for this one? Post a comment and tell me.

Monday, October 6, 2008

Rings on Saturn

This is so weird. I wrote this song while driving this weekend (my favorite time to write). It is written to a bluegrass rhythm and sound. I can hear the harmony parts, the separate mandolin and banjo solos and everything. See if you can hear it, okay? The content of the song is not very 'bluegrassy' however, just typical Chase stuff.

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 started writing songs about ten years ago. On occasion I will start singing a song in my head and will think, "Who is that?" A second later and I realize it is one of my songs. Maybe one from like 5 years ago. Case in point, this song never made it to the band. Further more, never even made it to my guitar. I never put music with it, I just always heard the music in my head. Even crazier, I never even wrote the song down. I have just hummed it in my head for several years. So I decided to post it today, not because it is a great song, but so I finally have a record of it. Because eventually, and if I am not careful, it will be lost and gone forever.

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

A song about parenting... well... one small aspect.

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

I like the words to this song. I like the music to this song as well. Some songs are a big thing, they are a huge indication of who I am or how I feel. But this song just took its own personality, and doesn't take itself too seriously.

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

For our next album, and it is a long ways away, I already have a vision of the album art. Several months ago I was walking through my Florida room when I stumbled upon the picture below (figure A) tacked to a bulletin board. I had seen this picture several times but for the first time ever I noticed the strange symbol in the picture.

Figure A:


Clinton (my Red Fish Blue partner) took this shot (and several others) inside of an abandoned train in our hometown. So I looked through the other shots, and I seen it in there as well. From what I can determine, it is not a logo, but rather decoration for the train. And the train itself was probably 50-60 years old... at least.

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.

Figure B:


Now this looks like a photo, however it is all digital. I created this from scratch, armed only with the photo in figure A. If you were to buy our cd in the store this is what the front of the jewel case would look like.

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:

"Up and Away"

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

On the surface this song may appear to have religious implications, but the message is a little broader than just one particular belief. The overall premise (and George would get mad at me for revealing so much about the song before you see the words) is that no matter what you believe, it is good to be here and to be presented with so many second chances. There are also themes of 'We don't always know what is best for us", and the old adage, "That which does not kill us, makes us stronger."

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.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

More of my Youngins

I reallly like my new phone. 2 megapixel is plenty big enough for pictures on the web. Enjoy!



Friday, September 5, 2008

A Song of Perseverance



*If the video does not play above then it is still processing.

Jimmy was nice enough to accompany me at a songwriter's night at the Bell Buckle Cafe last night. I've been talking about songs, and writing them, but I need to perform them to see how they stick. And with the band on a small hiatis (due to logistics and colleges, etc.) songwriter's nights will prove to help me still grow my talents in the mean time. I've posted the words to this song on here before. But I will repost them here so you can see them with the video. Thanks to Wes Worrell for taking the video for me.

Verse
These shoulders
May be the only ones fit
To bear the weight
That I must.

This heart
May be strong enough,
To feel what I feel
And not bust.

Chorus:
I was made for this,
From the skin on my hand
To the bones in my fist.

I was made for this.
Though my knuckles are white
As ghosts when I grip,

I hold on.
I hold on.

Verse
They've taken my eyes
And put 'em in the wrong holes,
But they'll never
Take my sight.

They've taken my dreams
And stripped 'em from my soul,
But new ones will come
Every night.

Chorus
I was made for this,
From the skin on my hand
To the bones in my fist.

I was made for this.
Though my knuckles are white
As ghosts when I grip,

I hold on.
I hold on.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Unicyle shot of the year




This is so funny. I am such a nerd. I took this of myself while riding the unicycle.

Feeding the Ducks


My younglins and I bought a bag of hot dog buns and took off to feed the ducks at the local duck pond this weekend.


Hannah (the older one) loved it but was a bit afraid of the ducks. She did very good at breaking off little pieces for them to eat; but when the ducks would see her doing this they would come closer to her, and she in turn would move farther back still holding on to the bread. The ducks still seeing the bread would follow her more, until eventually she thinks, "Oh yeah, drop the bread and they will leave me alone." Now repeat this process several times, and that is what you call comedy.

I gave Ava the bread and she wouldn't feed the ducks with it, she would eat it. I said, "Ava, that's for the ducks." And she'd reply, "Uh, uh... I hungry."

She didn't have a problem getting near the ducks, actually she got in trouble for chasing and scaring them. The picture below is a picture of her after she got in trouble for chasing one into the road. As I am taking the shot she is saying, "Leave me alone."


This picture was an extremely hard shot to take by myself, but I did it! Thank you girls for being still for 2 seconds.

Friday, August 29, 2008

Hit the Ground

I don't want to ever forget this song. It is short and sweet. I don't usually do short and sweet. I wrote this about three years ago, and it still means a lot to me.

Hit the Ground

Verse
There's a sound that silence makes,
It's a noise my heart can't take.
It's creeping in the house now,
As quiet as a mouse.

I'm not a man, I'm a shadow of
Love: the lack there of.
I keep digging in, looking for something else.
I faithfully fall off that shelf.

Chorus
And what I thought was rain
Was tears from God himself.
And though I couldn't feel the pain,
There was something that I felt.

I felt the chains that held me down
Hit the ground.

Verse
There's a rhythm inside my mind,
It speaks louder than words and life.
There's something hidden in every line.
I don't speak to loud because it may get out.

Chorus
And what I thought was rain
Was tears from God himself.
And though I couldn't feel the pain,
There was something that I felt.

I felt the chains that held me down
Hit the ground.