Sunday, April 30, 2006
ur u know
on my way back 2nite
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so, we're alone againcloser by: joshua radin
i wish it were over
we seem to never end
only get closer
to the point where i can take no more
the clouds in your eyes
down your face they pour
won't you be the new one burn to shine
i take the blue ones every time
walk me down your broken line
all you have to do is cry
photographs and brightly colored paper
are your mask you wear in this caper
that is our life
we walk right into the strife
and a tear from your eye brings me home
the clouds in your eyes
down your face they pour
won't you be the new one burn to shine
i take the blue ones every time
walk me down your broken line
all you have to do is cry
Thursday, April 27, 2006
if i could write music
if i could write music...this is what it would sound like...
and this is what it would say...
(peace out to the funky presbyterian!)
"Junkyard"
(linked 2 myspace)
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You, me, and all the kings and queens
Buried in the junkyard,
And every time the herald Cherub sings
We rattle with the car parts
I was born to lie here patiently
Be dragged on by the black star
And you were told to glow majestically
And love until your hands bleed
You stole your mother's whitest gown
Swallowed like a sunbeam
And I stole your father's crusted crown
It shook us like a bad dream
They warned to lie impatiently
Waiting for the big swing
And you were more than dressing for a feast
Eat until your teeth bleed
Oh my royalty my hand goes out to you
You look painfully true
But I saw you cry
Like you used to laugh
When you looked around
Were you looking back
At a lonely love
As to sprouting beans
No one's quite as bloom
As they play to be
I would love to stay
But my work is through
I'm the truest song
That was never true
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Friday, April 21, 2006
finding the words
a longish car ride at night, by yourself, with a new otr album, makes for good grounding ...
i listened and my eyes filled a little...
i want to be in love with God - unlike anything else...and i'm not.
i want to crave Him like a hunger i've never known... and i don't.
i want to be drunk on His love for me alone.
while i float on a raft of self rightiousness and hope in an earthly world
i want to drown in that unmerited grace, full of His everlasting love...
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Drunkard's Prayer
you're my water
you're my wine
you're my whiskey
from time to time
you're the hunger
on my bones
all the nights
i sleep alone
sweet intoxication
when your words
wash over me
whether or notYour lips move
you speak to me
like an ocean
without waves
you're the movement
that I crave
and in that motion
i long to drown
and be lost
not to be found...
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Monday, April 10, 2006
Thursday, April 06, 2006
banananananan
demetri martin
"Whenever I try to spell banana, it makes me feel stupid.
Cause I don't know when to end it.
I'm like, how many nas are on this thing?
Bana - keep going.
Bananana - damn!"
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nabbed some tix to the Upright Citizens Brigade to see Demetri Martin (thank you chad). KDNY, "Christy" and Ryan came with...
he's stand up at Columbus College of Art and Design this weekend (Friday)! so go if you can. you will very glad you did!
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Saturday, April 01, 2006
still here
i'm still here.
nyc hasn't killed me just weakened me.
the smell of the changing season.
work.
a broken boiler.
a trip to the west coast.
homesick.
posting what i can so that you all don't stop checking in...
nyc hasn't killed me just weakened me.
the smell of the changing season.
work.
a broken boiler.
a trip to the west coast.
homesick.
posting what i can so that you all don't stop checking in...