Friday, June 1, 2012
Rant for Sunday
I give pretty good advice consistently
I drink too much
And I talk too much
I don't listen well
My opinions are way too strong
My life is too fucking short
And I'm too old for my years
I'm too old to pretend I can still keep making these mistakes
Quit smoking and won't start again
At some point convinced I wouldn't commit suicide before lung cancer would matter
Now I've got a permanent cough
Maybe it's too late
Maybe that doesn't matter, maybe
It's nothing new
The only thing I know for sure
It's all been done before
Spokes go around on the wheel
In some other time, some other age, some other year
In some other dimension
Am I thinking about this me?
Am I giving up there, am I persisting here?
Am I a fucking millionaire somewhere else 7 dimensions off?
In a different time, in a place far away from here
But forget it, it never fucking mattered
I'm still sitting on my living room floor shirtless with an empty beer
More old, dug up, down to earth stuff
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Utopia in my Mind
What would be the absolutely best way to enjoy music?
What would that look like?
What would it sound like?
How would we feel?
Well I think it depends on the music, but since I'm listening to Ben Howard, I'll focus on music that calms
It would be dark, but not black
Dim lights that let us see, and move, and not be afraid, but that doesn't distract, or make us look away from any part of our environment
We wouldn't be alone, because alone is the end of all things good
No, we'd be close, snuggling and sipping a glass of wine after a good meal and a day of hard work
Just a touch on her bare back and a her hand on my arm would tell our love and we'd be so content
The music would play, first roaring so we could hear every sound, then fading so, so slowly, that only when we woke in the morning would we realize the music was fading
We'd turn it on again and eat breakfast in the peaceful still of sound then let the genre change to something lively to welcome the day and things we have to do.
Ahh! Yes! It's utopia in my mind!
I like music, I know everyone says that, but I REALLY like music, in a REALLY big way. Thoughts like this are good and make me content.
What would that look like?
What would it sound like?
How would we feel?
Well I think it depends on the music, but since I'm listening to Ben Howard, I'll focus on music that calms
It would be dark, but not black
Dim lights that let us see, and move, and not be afraid, but that doesn't distract, or make us look away from any part of our environment
We wouldn't be alone, because alone is the end of all things good
No, we'd be close, snuggling and sipping a glass of wine after a good meal and a day of hard work
Just a touch on her bare back and a her hand on my arm would tell our love and we'd be so content
The music would play, first roaring so we could hear every sound, then fading so, so slowly, that only when we woke in the morning would we realize the music was fading
We'd turn it on again and eat breakfast in the peaceful still of sound then let the genre change to something lively to welcome the day and things we have to do.
Ahh! Yes! It's utopia in my mind!
I like music, I know everyone says that, but I REALLY like music, in a REALLY big way. Thoughts like this are good and make me content.
Cookie Cutter
Cookie-cutter music in a cookie-cutter world
Where I should raise a family with a cookie-cutter girl
And we should have a big TV and some cookie-cutter kids
Who should grow up and play soccer (or something safe) with their cookie-cutter friends
And everyone will say to me “Man, you've got the life”
With my cookie-cutter SUV and my cookie-cutter wife
Then maybe we'll get angry and get a cookie-cutter divorce
For as often as this mold is cast it never, ever works
But I'll be okay I'll go to the bar with the cookie-cutter guys
And we'll drink beer and talk about the game everything will be alright
It's a fucking shame we live this way in our cookie-cutter sphere
In a cookie-cutter decade, in a cookie-cutter year
Minutes after I finished "Grey Shaded Eyes", I started writing this song to describe how terribly generic the music was, and how much it really isn't what I want my music (or life) to be. I held on to it for a while, with some delusion that I would add more later, but that's it. Three verses and I'm out!
Inspired by my own bad, generic writing, Odd Soul by Mute Math, Earthsuit, the music video for Cameras by Matt and Kim (you don't understand it until you SEE the music video) and The Bare Naked Ladies.
Where I should raise a family with a cookie-cutter girl
And we should have a big TV and some cookie-cutter kids
Who should grow up and play soccer (or something safe) with their cookie-cutter friends
And everyone will say to me “Man, you've got the life”
With my cookie-cutter SUV and my cookie-cutter wife
Then maybe we'll get angry and get a cookie-cutter divorce
For as often as this mold is cast it never, ever works
But I'll be okay I'll go to the bar with the cookie-cutter guys
And we'll drink beer and talk about the game everything will be alright
It's a fucking shame we live this way in our cookie-cutter sphere
In a cookie-cutter decade, in a cookie-cutter year
Minutes after I finished "Grey Shaded Eyes", I started writing this song to describe how terribly generic the music was, and how much it really isn't what I want my music (or life) to be. I held on to it for a while, with some delusion that I would add more later, but that's it. Three verses and I'm out!
Inspired by my own bad, generic writing, Odd Soul by Mute Math, Earthsuit, the music video for Cameras by Matt and Kim (you don't understand it until you SEE the music video) and The Bare Naked Ladies.
Your Grey Shaded Eyes
My dear
With your gray-shaded eyes
You hear
But you don't compromise
I know, what you know
And it's not right
You grew
In a whirlwind of change
And you dreamed
Somethings would stay
But the world, never was
That way
When everything
Seems to be
Too much to bear
I will try
Yes, I will try
To be there
My dear
With your gray-shaded eyes
Don't fear
Take off your disguise
Cause we all, break
Sometimes
When everything
Seems to be
Too much to bear
I will try
Yes, I will try
To be there
I will try
Yes, I will try
To be there
I've wanted to use "Grey shaded eyes" or something like that in a song for a while. This is what happened. It's... generic, but I guess it works well enough. Influences include: Audio Adrenaline, Mute Math, Augustana and Bright Eyes
With your gray-shaded eyes
You hear
But you don't compromise
I know, what you know
And it's not right
You grew
In a whirlwind of change
And you dreamed
Somethings would stay
But the world, never was
That way
When everything
Seems to be
Too much to bear
I will try
Yes, I will try
To be there
My dear
With your gray-shaded eyes
Don't fear
Take off your disguise
Cause we all, break
Sometimes
When everything
Seems to be
Too much to bear
I will try
Yes, I will try
To be there
I will try
Yes, I will try
To be there
I've wanted to use "Grey shaded eyes" or something like that in a song for a while. This is what happened. It's... generic, but I guess it works well enough. Influences include: Audio Adrenaline, Mute Math, Augustana and Bright Eyes
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