"long time no blog"
January could be tricky at times. everyone running around getting rid of what they might think are bad habits. Or maybe even worse, someone who is gonna "start" doing something. these things seldom work out. So i didnt have one this year. i dont even remember what i said last year. fuck resolutions.
"your distance times my looks"
i seem to put my self out there to be criticized. i dont do it purposely. just that, what makes everyone a critic?
just because they read some book? the way i think of it is, no one really knows them selves....they've just been pretending for so long they think that its natural or original. Influence is around you even if you dont realize it. my advice to everyone.... "create something"........no matter what the fuck it is.....it belongs to you. and it can last, hopefully, longer than you will. some individuals create humans......thats great.....
"music is my ground"
i am half way done with my album.....it will, in the end, be about 11 tracks.....thats including three covers..which will be, weezer's "the world has turned and left me here", ozzy's "changes", and radiohead's "nude"
the rest will be a mix of experimental hip hop.....
my plan is to make about 10 disc, all different artwork on each and then take to the most frequented record shop here in town....give them away for free.....maybe i can get someone to be interested and in turn be inspired to make more music.....
well thats all for now....and probably a long while........
i leave you with this song...
heres the lyrics if you are interested....
at your house the smell of our still living human bodies and oven gas
you pray to nothing out loud
two first names and an ampersand
embroidered proudly on a kitchen towel
you're a beautiful and violent word
with a skinny neck of a chinese bird
in a fading ancient painting
and if you're in heaven waiting
you made it there fighting
the tightest kite string
in a bad storm with lightning
and now these few presidents
frowning in my pocket
can persuade no god
to let me let you talk, oh
these few presidents
frowning in my pocket
can persuade no god
to let me let you off
even though i haven't seen you in years
yours is a funeral i'd fly to from anywhere
i thought i had a peble in my sock
i pulled it off and shook out a wasp
it stumbled out lost, and without a pause
i'm stung as i was, still i stomped it
i thought, there is no paved street worthy
of your perfect scandanavian feet
my crooked chinese fingers groped
the machinery of your throat
and now these few presidents
frowning in my pocket
can persuade no god
to let me let you talk, oh
these few presidents
drowning in my pocket
can persuade no god
to let me let you off
even though i haven't seen you in years
yours is a funeral i'd fly to from anywhere
bye.
January could be tricky at times. everyone running around getting rid of what they might think are bad habits. Or maybe even worse, someone who is gonna "start" doing something. these things seldom work out. So i didnt have one this year. i dont even remember what i said last year. fuck resolutions.
"your distance times my looks"
i seem to put my self out there to be criticized. i dont do it purposely. just that, what makes everyone a critic?
just because they read some book? the way i think of it is, no one really knows them selves....they've just been pretending for so long they think that its natural or original. Influence is around you even if you dont realize it. my advice to everyone.... "create something"........no matter what the fuck it is.....it belongs to you. and it can last, hopefully, longer than you will. some individuals create humans......thats great.....
"music is my ground"
i am half way done with my album.....it will, in the end, be about 11 tracks.....thats including three covers..which will be, weezer's "the world has turned and left me here", ozzy's "changes", and radiohead's "nude"
the rest will be a mix of experimental hip hop.....
my plan is to make about 10 disc, all different artwork on each and then take to the most frequented record shop here in town....give them away for free.....maybe i can get someone to be interested and in turn be inspired to make more music.....
well thats all for now....and probably a long while........
i leave you with this song...
heres the lyrics if you are interested....
at your house the smell of our still living human bodies and oven gas
you pray to nothing out loud
two first names and an ampersand
embroidered proudly on a kitchen towel
you're a beautiful and violent word
with a skinny neck of a chinese bird
in a fading ancient painting
and if you're in heaven waiting
you made it there fighting
the tightest kite string
in a bad storm with lightning
and now these few presidents
frowning in my pocket
can persuade no god
to let me let you talk, oh
these few presidents
frowning in my pocket
can persuade no god
to let me let you off
even though i haven't seen you in years
yours is a funeral i'd fly to from anywhere
i thought i had a peble in my sock
i pulled it off and shook out a wasp
it stumbled out lost, and without a pause
i'm stung as i was, still i stomped it
i thought, there is no paved street worthy
of your perfect scandanavian feet
my crooked chinese fingers groped
the machinery of your throat
and now these few presidents
frowning in my pocket
can persuade no god
to let me let you talk, oh
these few presidents
drowning in my pocket
can persuade no god
to let me let you off
even though i haven't seen you in years
yours is a funeral i'd fly to from anywhere
bye.
&
i love that song too