Friday, April 29, 2011
Deadbolt
It's a false security we use to help us sleep at night. Anyone with half a brain knows that if a burglar is trying to get into a house and is serious about it, A deadbolt is not going to keep them out. Not really sure how it caught on so well, but I guess we need to peace of mind, right?
Monday, April 25, 2011
Intersection
Concrete jungles where the wildlife is controlled by humans pumping pedals and turning steering wheels. It's a controlled chaos that we live in. We have managed to separate ourselves from the laws of nature and have chosen to live in opposition of it. I don't want to see how this one ends.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Footrace (Lyrics)
I dream I'm locked in a footrace
To betray Love to Fate
And at the end Judas said, "I've had enough of this game!"
See I betray my friend for gold
You do simply to behold
Now I'll go to work everyday
And trade my hours for my pay
But before I move on
I need forgiveness for my past mistakes
Because I'm scared of falling
Victim to the ghost of my past ways
I reach to grab onto something
To anchor me to your embrace
I catch your stare and it tells me
To come out of hiding and show my face
There's a storm out my window
Wind wrestles with the trees below
I put a log on the fire
Wait for the warmth to thaw the winter's cold
I climb back into bed
Lay my head by the one that I love
As my mind fades to night
My dreams will carry me on to daylight
Because I've moved on
I found forgiveness for my past mistakes
I'm not scared of falling
Victim to the ghost of my past ways
I reach to grab onto something
To anchor me to your embrace
I catch your stare and it tells me
To come out of hiding and show my face.
To betray Love to Fate
And at the end Judas said, "I've had enough of this game!"
See I betray my friend for gold
You do simply to behold
Now I'll go to work everyday
And trade my hours for my pay
But before I move on
I need forgiveness for my past mistakes
Because I'm scared of falling
Victim to the ghost of my past ways
I reach to grab onto something
To anchor me to your embrace
I catch your stare and it tells me
To come out of hiding and show my face
There's a storm out my window
Wind wrestles with the trees below
I put a log on the fire
Wait for the warmth to thaw the winter's cold
I climb back into bed
Lay my head by the one that I love
As my mind fades to night
My dreams will carry me on to daylight
Because I've moved on
I found forgiveness for my past mistakes
I'm not scared of falling
Victim to the ghost of my past ways
I reach to grab onto something
To anchor me to your embrace
I catch your stare and it tells me
To come out of hiding and show my face.
Iron
Sturdy like a barge. So many things these days are disposable. Iron is not one of those things. It’s solidarity shifts the baseline for how we judge strength, and if you mix it with the word wine, it makes music. ;)
Friday, April 22, 2011
Styrofoam
How long will we use materials that are unable to be broken down by natural cause. Styrofoam is the perfect example of what's wrong with our mentality towards our precious planet. No excuse in today's modern world for it's continued existence.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Foreign
Traveling to countries other than my own is a desire that I have had for as long as I remember. People say, “If you want to do, you just have to do it.” That is not always the case. But one day, I really hope to be in a position that I can travel to exotic foreign lands and soak up their culture and gain some of their perspective on the world.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Robot
They are going to take over the world if we last that long. Technology is moving at a rate that is nearly impossible to track. It is a scary time and I am not trying to sound like a paranoid conspiracy theorist. Just being real. We better not forget how to survive without the help of machines.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
One Word
Okay so I have decided to try something. I found a website called oneword.com and the concept is simple. You click the mouse and a word pops up. Then you start writing about what comes into your head. 60 Seconds is all the time I have. So here we go. I have the site up on another window and I am going to get this started. From now on, if the title of the post is one word...it is probably one of these type of entries. Without further ado...the word is...ACOUSTIC.
St. Paul's church, Bright Eyes, My guitar, That segment on Pitchfork where Grizzly bear played in a chapel, a recording studio, I gospel choir, Minimalistic, Folk Rock, Bluegrass.
St. Paul's church, Bright Eyes, My guitar, That segment on Pitchfork where Grizzly bear played in a chapel, a recording studio, I gospel choir, Minimalistic, Folk Rock, Bluegrass.
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