Saturday, December 29, 2007

defined by line

Somewhere in between the lines that are drawn by the sky
we exist like some dust collected on a lens overnight
Sister tell me, did you love me more, when we were younger before
When I called you, at night, pull the shades and blocking out the darkening light

Take me back to the simple time
When all was defined by a heavy line
In case, you forget, have a sense of regret
put to the test, future hazy at best

Buried in a drawer that I hid all my drugs before
We found some albums, two or three, that reminded me of me
"Only in dreams", "Brass Monkey", "Magical Mystery", "Crooked Teeth"
"Iron and Wine", "I Walk the Line", " My Funny Valentine", "You Don't Know Me"
I once read it's all in your head, so why don't my dreams just let me be
Failing to write a song every night, my grade point average just won't help me
Still employed, I still avoid, confronting issues confronting me
so just....

Take me back to the simple time
When all was defined by a heavy line
In case, you forget, have a sense of regret
put to the test, future hazy at best

Friday, November 30, 2007

Monday, November 19, 2007

bird in a tree

The changing times, the tightening ties, our strangled youth
Then Someone lied, i learned we die, somewhere past 22.
Like an epitaph, we all must laugh, cause it ends too soon.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

New Song - Ball and Chain

lyrics are still tentative but, the jist of the song is that it's about greed and guilt caused by it. thanks for reading.

I built this house in the hills, drinking until, my glass was killed
A ball and chain that the money became, a dark green stain, not washed away
So we took it and gave it all back, a hefty thick stack, of pointless crap
Mantle pieces, collecting dust, stinking of must, " in god we won't trust."

All the things you cannot buy like
The dignity of knowing you tried
The eerie silence of a mass suicide
of all things that people fell for before

So we took our place in the hills, we drilled drilled, until oil spilled
Filling our cups with riches and wealth, drinking to health, so proud of ourselves
And no one thought to give it back, trading smoking stacks, for snow covered caps
Tired people gave into hype, ate the fatty tripe, off some soldered pipe

because it all boils down to some sick bullshit
The senses imagination we had at age 6
Someone writes a lie and you pass it on
Then miss it And can't remember why

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Sunday, November 11, 2007

haiku

blue curls spitting up
bottom turning locks of love
gone fishing again

Saturday, November 10, 2007

smell the waves

cut paper and marker

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Dallas makes me sick

pen on airplane doggie bag

"Into the Wild" and Matt Volla

"When we forgive we love. And when we love, God's light shines upon us." I heard this quote in the movie "Into the Wild." Please go see it. If you've ever felt like you were trying to forgive someone or find yourself, which I imagine we all are at some point, then it will connect.

Also, on another note, google the name Matt Volla. His line art is fantastic. Me likey. The end.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Duck Dive

india ink on white masonite

Bought some india ink

and i'm not afraid to use it. i also bought 3 tiny brushes and 4 sakura pens to begin some all new black and white compositions. i painted a fun little piece called "duckdive" that'll get posted soon. more on this in the near future.

Monday, November 5, 2007

some lyrics

from a recently finished song...

I cut out of school, just to dodge your hated looks
we have come to terms, just to agree to disagree

over some routine bullshit
my desire to up and quit
because some old hypocrite
was watching you embarrass me

i, equally amazed, will avoid the phone. it always takes
and points back to you, right in your face, the most unwelcome place

just cause someone told you once
you were worth your weight in gold
and like that your bought and sold
love to tell everyone you're gone

On, on, on, on and on

so ask your local bum
some burned out highschool alum
the price to sell your soul will never ever equal the sum.

So I come back to school, and confront your hated looks
Cuz I have come to terms, it was me that disagreed

just cause someone told me once
it was the best i'd ever do
man they were ever wrong
confirmed as I walk away from you

A place for ideas

i am creating a space to post a continuous flow of ideas, sketches, lyrics, paintings, photos, etc. enjoy.