Music Video:HOW TO BE DEAD (by Snow Patrol)
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Sunday Morning Rambles
The Grateful Dead are ridiculously good. There is very little that can feel better than sitting at you computer on a Sunday morning, with absolutely nothing to do. The rooms a little cold so I have to keep jiggling or else my extremeties will go numb, but that’s not a problem, at least while Jerry’s singing. Everything about this morning is perfect. I do not have a headache, the coffee tasted good and I had some nice hearty laughs watching the extra featurs on the Office Space dvd I borrowed from the library this weekend.
I have also done some writing this morning, and I have discovered something about my writing style. I tend to rip someone off for the beginning, because that’s what I suck most at, is starting. I can never seem to find a way to start a poem until I hear a line in a song or a book or in a conversation. I put that down and then everything goes into it’s proper order. And it works. The Dead are great for beginning writing.
I have also done some writing this morning, and I have discovered something about my writing style. I tend to rip someone off for the beginning, because that’s what I suck most at, is starting. I can never seem to find a way to start a poem until I hear a line in a song or a book or in a conversation. I put that down and then everything goes into it’s proper order. And it works. The Dead are great for beginning writing.
Saturday, November 04, 2006
The Wallflowers - One Headlight
Sing along, I dare you. It's good for you're soul.
The Wallflowers - One Headlight:
So long ago, I don't remember when
That's when they say I lost my only friend
Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
As I listened through the cemetery trees
I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn
The long broken arm of human law
Now it always seemed such a waste
She always had a pretty face
So I wondered how she hung around this place
Chorus:
Hey, come on try a little
Nothing is forever
There's got to be something better than
In the middle
But me & Cinderella
We put it all together
We can drive it home
With one headlight
She said it's cold
It feels like Independence Day
And I can't break away from this parade
But there's got to be an opening
Somewhere here in front of me
Through this maze of ugliness and greed
And I seen the sun up ahead
At the county line bridge
Sayin' all there's good and nothingness is dead
We'll run until she's out of breath
She ran until there's nothin' left
She hit the end-it's just her window ledge
(chorus)
Well this place is old
It feels just like a beat up truck
I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn
Well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes
This place is always such a mess
Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn
I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else
Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
I think her death it must be killin' me
(chorus)
The Wallflowers - One Headlight:
So long ago, I don't remember when
That's when they say I lost my only friend
Well they said she died easy of a broken heart disease
As I listened through the cemetery trees
I seen the sun comin' up at the funeral at dawn
The long broken arm of human law
Now it always seemed such a waste
She always had a pretty face
So I wondered how she hung around this place
Chorus:
Hey, come on try a little
Nothing is forever
There's got to be something better than
In the middle
But me & Cinderella
We put it all together
We can drive it home
With one headlight
She said it's cold
It feels like Independence Day
And I can't break away from this parade
But there's got to be an opening
Somewhere here in front of me
Through this maze of ugliness and greed
And I seen the sun up ahead
At the county line bridge
Sayin' all there's good and nothingness is dead
We'll run until she's out of breath
She ran until there's nothin' left
She hit the end-it's just her window ledge
(chorus)
Well this place is old
It feels just like a beat up truck
I turn the engine, but the engine doesn't turn
Well it smells of cheap wine & cigarettes
This place is always such a mess
Sometimes I think I'd like to watch it burn
I'm so alone, and I feel just like somebody else
Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
I think her death it must be killin' me
(chorus)
Some Random Musings
I seem to have cobbled together enough writings to make a semi-decent post, so here goes nothing.
G0tta C0me D0wn
Gotta come down
To where my soul is clear
Gotta come down
To where my brain can breath
Gotta get down
To where other people live
Gotta get down
To where I can survive
Untitled (As Of Right Now)
The same kinda threat
Said with a golden smile
Will kill you just as dead
As a the same kinda threat
Said with a gutter twist in mind
Spiral into the dark
No voices can be heard
Lost in our infinity
There's no way to be seen
Broken Barbie Fairytales
Here I go again
Writing my twisted fairy tales
Story of beautiful
But broken girls
Here I go again
Falling in love with her
But then I remember
She's already been
Beautifully broken
Beautifully Broken For Me.
Waiting
waitin' for the day break
Waitin' for the sun to shine
Waitin' for the clouds to part
So I can see your smile
Together
we'll sin together
We'll fall together
We'll rise togther
We'll die together
Draw The Line (This one's not as good)
Where do you draw the line
Between fantasy and reality?
When someone gets hurt?
Then it's already to late
But how do you
allow freedom of thought
But protect the innocence
from the oh so guilty?
It is the continueing conundrum
Of our tortured society.
We can't keep them locked up,
but we shouldn't let them out either
So yeah. That's the most recent batch of my musings. Hope you enjoyed them :P
G0tta C0me D0wn
Gotta come down
To where my soul is clear
Gotta come down
To where my brain can breath
Gotta get down
To where other people live
Gotta get down
To where I can survive
Untitled (As Of Right Now)
The same kinda threat
Said with a golden smile
Will kill you just as dead
As a the same kinda threat
Said with a gutter twist in mind
Spiral into the dark
No voices can be heard
Lost in our infinity
There's no way to be seen
Broken Barbie Fairytales
Here I go again
Writing my twisted fairy tales
Story of beautiful
But broken girls
Here I go again
Falling in love with her
But then I remember
She's already been
Beautifully broken
Beautifully Broken For Me.
Waiting
waitin' for the day break
Waitin' for the sun to shine
Waitin' for the clouds to part
So I can see your smile
Together
we'll sin together
We'll fall together
We'll rise togther
We'll die together
Draw The Line (This one's not as good)
Where do you draw the line
Between fantasy and reality?
When someone gets hurt?
Then it's already to late
But how do you
allow freedom of thought
But protect the innocence
from the oh so guilty?
It is the continueing conundrum
Of our tortured society.
We can't keep them locked up,
but we shouldn't let them out either
So yeah. That's the most recent batch of my musings. Hope you enjoyed them :P
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Ninjas & Pirates

WTF is up with Ninjas and Pirates this year? Before all the nerds start attacking me and saying that the Pirates and Ninjas are cool, I agree. Ninjas and Pirates (From here on in N&Ps) are pretty darn cool. I mean, how much cooler can a dude that is dressed in blood red, uses nunchucks and throwing stars and has access to acient secrets be?
Maybe he could wear a really cool 3 pointed hat, have a parrot and talk in all yar matey's and stuff like that.
But seriously, where did this stuff come from? I honestly didn't see this trend coming, then all of a sudden, it's like there's a Penny Arcade joke, almost every injoke from my summer and at least 3 or 4 of my friends on msn have Pirate or Ninja in their names. It's extremely confusing to a n00b like me.
Friday, October 27, 2006
I Dunno...
Well, this wil be interesting indeed. I hope that I can get into a regular routine for blogging and that I can find something interesting to blog about. If nothing else, this will be a spectacular flame wreck.
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