Newest lyrics from song on Wednesday with Pepetorias.
Crumbling Ivory Towers (Continents Are Just Big Islands).
Wisdom means nothing on an island.
So isolated from the heart is the mind,
And if it takes more time,
Well, I don’t really mind
As long as at the end, we get it right.
Why are we in such a hurry?
Always in such a rush?
To collapse and crash?
Get it over with?
But there’s so much more to this,
So much more to this life of ours.
Reach for stars and melt the bars.
Live like lions instead of cowards.
Free the Earth. Remove the chains.
Expand your love. Release the pain,
And start to look at everything
With new eyes. See through lies.
You realize time’s a device
To keep one occupied,
But there’s so much more to this.
There’s so much more to this.
Wisdom means nothing on an island.
So isolated from the heart is the mind,
And if it takes more time,
Well, I don’t really mind
As long as at the end, we get it right.
Let’s do something that matters-
Something that makes a difference.
Let’s be that difference,
And bring about the change
We’ve been promised for so long
By politicians, pastors, preachers, ministers, and teachers.
Bob Dylan said it’d be blowing in the wind
For the times, they are changing.
And once we were slaves, now we are free.
Once were the subjects, now let’s run these schools,
And educate ourselves to learn-
Not to be assessed in order to pass
When life’s the most important test,
Which can only be assessed
And evaluated through our collective happiness.
Please excuse my arrogance.
Please excuse my arrogance.
Wisdom means nothing on an island.
So isolated from the heart is the mind,
And if it takes more time,
Well, I don’t really mind
As long as at the end, we get it right.
Lyrics from newest song with Pepetorias. Took me a while to type them up, but here they go. Hopefully track will be completed tonight, but just might to come up with a brand new one.
Untangling Trauma.
I’m the rock and the hard place,
So all be damned
When we blindly follow along
Just to get on,
Just to get by-
Choose to live a lie
Haunted by an eternal question:
WHY?
Writing is easy,
But singing is hard.
Let me put all of my words within a box.
I hope you let me fill it all up with all of my dreams
Within these four walls,
So we can create our own universe.
You know we can imagine a different way. A better way
That would be our own.
We think we’re so grown,
But still act like little kids-
Afraid of forming opinions
For fear of opposing ones.
When I was 16,
I used to be so angry.
Who am I kidding?
I’m still fucking angry.
But I don’t want to be so angry
For the rest of my life.
I got a son who means the world,
Deserves the world, and with a fucking smile
Even when I’m not feeling up to it.
He deserves the best of whatever world we can invent.
Try to battle out all of my demons,
So as to not have to repeat them,
Or transmit them to him.
I want him to be free of all of my emotional baggage.
I don’t want society to place limits for him-
For how high the ceiling should be,
But then neither should I.
I mean I gotta try
To see the light,
And make the world bright
With illuminated sentences and phrases.
I mean I’m not that little kid anymore,
And the weight of my past should not burden me.
If I’m to become the type of parent I want to be,
I can’t be
of the lonely lost dark empty anymore.
I’ve got friends, a son, and wife,
And soon we’ll have a daughter.
I’m not so lonely anymore,
Or even lost.
Perhaps a bit out of touch,
But it’s not so dark
Inside of my heart.
Some space’s opened up,
And it’s growing each day.
So here are the translations for Cuando Las Leyes Se Escriben and Quien Se Acuerda, which some readers requested. The originals in Spanish were posted on July 10.
Who remembers when we were?
Who remembers what we were?
What we are?
Will continue being?
Like a wave from the sea,
Or a rolling stone
That on the journey is found.
Like a breeze from the wind,
A caress and a kiss
From the planet and universe,
An instant and a moment
Well it’s the same thing
If our love is eternal.
You want me.
I want you.
I love you.
You love me,
And like birds, both of us,
Grow out wings
So as to no become entangled
Amongst the vines
Of our garden.
Until we become
Oxygen for both of us
To survive,
To be able to exist.
Without you I don’t want to go on.
You have me.
I have you,
And that’s how we’ll go on
Like waves from the sea
Or rolling stones
That on the journey found each other.
Who remembers when we were?
Who remembers what we were?
When what we are,
Will continue being
Is the only thing that matters.
Look, look how it falls,
The people cower,
And the lie stretches itself.
The lie stretches out.
There must not be room here
For all of the people
To exist
Always united?
Oh what a world, so confused.
We want to live in peace,
But with so many wars-
Well, we can’t anymore.
And where will we fit
Within this system without brakes?
Where will we end
If we’ve never been taken into account
When the laws are written
And they get invented?
Look, look how it falls,
The people cower,
And the lie stretches itself.
The lie stretches out.
I didn’t come,
They brought me here,
And I didn’t choose where I was born.
I am a citizen of the world.
I decide
How I identify myself,
In which language I explain myself,
And with what tongue I describe
The universe, which I explore
While I’m dreaming and awake.
While I’m dreaming and awake,
I go out and navigate
With a pen and a thousand words,
With my eyes like a camera,
So I don’t forget.
So I won’t now forget.
Look, look how it falls,
The people cower,
And the lie stretches itself.
The lie stretches out.
Here’s a song from today that Pepetorias and I created while hanging out. It’s in demo form since we only worked on it for a few hours. Maybe we’ll go back to it one day, and work on it some more. Usually though, we just end up starting something new.
Cuando Las Leyes Se Escriben
Mira, mira como cai,
El pueblo se tira,
Y la mentira se estira.
La mentira se estira.
Aqui no habra espacio
Pa’ que existan
Todos los pueblos
Siempre unidos?
A que este mundo tan confundido.
Queremos vivir en paz,
Pero con tantas guerras-
Pues ya no se puede.
Y donde cabremos
Dentro de este sistema sin frenos?
En donde acabaremos
Si nunca se nos ha tomado en cuenta
Cuando las leyes se escriben
Y se las inventan?
Mira, mira como cai,
El pueblo se tira,
Y la mentira se estira.
La mentira se estira.
Yo no llegue,
A mi me trajieron para aca,
Y yo no escoji en donde naci.
Soy ciudadano del mundo.
Yo decido
Como me identifico,
En que idioma me explico,
Y con que lengua describo
A el universo que exploro
Al soñar y al despertar.
Al soñar y al despertar
Salgo siempre a navegar
Con un plumón y mil palabras
Traigo ojos como una camara
Para no olvidar.
Para ya no olvidar.
Mira, mira como cai,
El pueblo se tira,
Y la mentira se estira.
La mentira se estira.
Here’s a song my friend, Pepetorias, and I created last week.
Quien Se Acuerda?
Quien se acuerda cuando fuimos?
Quien se acuerda lo que fuimos?
Lo que somos?
Seguiremos siendo?
Como una ola del mar,
Ó una piedra rolando
Que en el camino se encuentra.
Como una brisa del viento,
Una caricia y un beso
Del planeta y universo,
Un instante y un momento
Pues es lo mismo
Si nuestro amor es eterno.
Tu me quieres.
Yo te quiero.
Yo te amo.
Tu me amas,
Y como pájaros, los dos,
Brotamos alas
Para no enredarnos
Entre las ramas
De nuestro jardín.
Hasta convertirnos
En oxigeno para los dos
Para sobrevivir,
Para poder existir.
Sin ti yo no quiero seguir.
Tu me tienes.
Yo te tengo,
Y así vamos andar
Como unas olas del mar
Ó piedras rolando
Que en el camino se encontraron.
Quien se acuerda cuando fuimos?
Quien se acuerda lo que fuimos?
Cuando lo que somos,
Seguiremos siendo
Es lo único que importa.
so by now, i should probably explain what i have been doing. with my last entry, i just completed posting the end to my third collection of poetry. the poems are all on here in reverse order i guess, but you can still check them out. perhaps one day, i’ll finally feel the poems and collections truly finished to publish them in book format. the three collections are titled: poetic ethnography, poetic syncretism, and notions: on politics, loss, love, and self. someone asked why i had posted a bunch of old poems, well mostly to get them out there, so theywouldn’t just wither and rot on my computer’s hardware, but i also simply because i can. the internet makes it that easy.
up next, i will be posting stories i’ve written since college usually around the same character or a very similar character, which i usually call, carlos castillo. sometimes the stories make sense as a continuation of each other, butsometimes the character is new and disjointed in ways i’ve never been able to reconcile. the character was developed in my creating writing courses, but grew out of my experiences afterwards.
i started working on the second person voice after returning from living and working abroad. i was substitute teaching, and had a lot of time, usually while everyone else was working. the character remained dark, and perhaps sometimes too dark, but that’s kind of how i like it. i probably wouldn’t write some of these stories today as i’m in a very different place in my life now. there’s a reason why my old blog was titled of the lonely lost dark empty.
carlos castillo has mostly been retired as a character in my stories, but perhaps, i’ll bring him back and continue to write stories with him as a character. i still can’t promise some of the new stories won’t be as dark.
spoiler alert: the author kills off our hero in the first act.
also throughout the collection of stories, i’ll be sprinkling poems, articles, photos, and songs, which may or may not have anything to do with the collection of stories and carlos castillo.
e.e. cummings has always been quite influential in my writing as were Joel Rose, author of Kill the Poor and Kill Kill Faster Faster; Rick Moody, author of Garden State and The Ice Storm; and Chuck Palahniuk, author of Fight Club and Survivor.
So before a lot of people start to assume that I listen only to hip hop and rap, or others that I’m an over-aged angry punk rocker, here’s a list of newer folk music I really enjoy. I think deep down when all is said and done, I am really just a big time hippie.
I don’t know what folk music really is, nor do I like putting music into genres, but this is just what I think of when I think of folk music, and I really like the fact that it seems to be coming back, at least commercially it is much more visible. There is no order to this (and that’s just the way I like it) list.
I heard this band with my wife, then girlfriend, after one of her best friend’s weddings. They had planned for those that were still up for partying to accompany them to the show. We bought their album that night, and fell in love with this band. But besides the emotional connections to our memories, their music always makes me yearn for a good walk through a forest away from the city for a bit, which is probably intended since they have been known to write a few songs, and albums in fact, amongst nature’s wilderness. They also use an accordion, which is very cool when it is made to rock.
This guy’s music just blows me away, not because it’s so complicated, but because it seems so simple and effortless. It just seems like so much fun. It’s also very worldly, and if you read any information about him, you’ll understand why. He might be a bit theatrical for some, but I find it comically refreshing.
His electronic stuff might not be so folky, but his music displays the sounds of the world and of the past. He delves heavily into eastern European sounds, a bit of Paris mixed in, and has even recorded half an album with a Mexican folk band. I include him because he plays the ukulele.
I must admit that this is a band that I have only found recently and am a bit disappointed with myself for not having found them earlier. Their name was something that kind of scared me away at first, but after watching a few videos on Youtube, I was impressed. Their from Portland, which, no way, really, but yeah, they are very cool. I just really liked all the harmonizing that this band has going on.
This band is a whole different animal if you will. The collective is really just four guys, that pretty much exchange leads on songs, and not always with all four members. Though they include a lot of electronics, I find their approach to be very folk, especially at how songs sound like jam sessions. As they’ve gotten bigger, their projects have gotten more ambitious, but their is still a lot of soul to their music. Avey Tare and Panda’s solo projects are also very good, and in my opinion much more focused than Merriweather Post Pavilion.
I will admit that the name was the first thing that made me want to check out this band. Let’s face it, it’s evocative. And sometimes, there music is as well, but for the most part their music is a lot of fun. There’s a lot of videos where you can check them out using a stand up bass and a washboard. They have a song about people that eat people being the luckiest people of all. Check them out if you have a sense of humor.
Two sisters. Something about Americans going to live in Paris, and making music. They use children’s toys as instruments, and often sing in child like tones, which are actually more haunting than soothing. This is hippie music for the ex-goth kid.
As half of The Moldy Peaches, Kimya Dawson demonstrated quite a sarcastic wit. With the soundtrack for Juno, she demonstrated a much softer and mature side, which is where she is usually at now as a solo artist. She also creates children’s music, which she performs where half of the show is meant for the kids, while the second half is aimed at their parents. I’ve also heard a few songs from a project she’s working on with Aesop Rock, which I have been eagerly anticipating.
These guys’ music makes me very happy. It is a bit commercial at times, and sometimes I do feel it’s more about aesthetics with them, but I must admit that they put on a good show.
Although since losing Ryan Vanderhoof the band does not sound completely the same in my opinion. They are still a very good band, which jams out like the best bands of the 60’s and 70’s. I guess I really like bands that have a lot of harmonizing.
Maybe the only thing these bands have in common is that they fill me with nostalgia.
One of my favorite things has always been to recommend bands to younger people. As I’ve been getting older, sometimes they recommend music to me, but for the most I have still been able to keep with new bands and new music, but still I think it’s important to get a taste of the range in different genres, and especially to learn what has come before.
Below is a list of bands I like that I’d burn or recommend to a student that told me he liked punk (whatever that really means now) music. In no particular order…
So I will admit that anytime I sang in high school with the Scrubs and later Crying Laurel, I was always pretty much just trying to sound like John Lydon, (Johnny Rotten). These guys have been written about enough, and love or hate their attempt to continue to tour while being the same age as my parents, their emergence was prolific.
As I got older, I really began to appreciate the Clash more and more. Once I became politically aware, the Clash’s message becomes much more radical than that of the Sex Pistols. The Clash also managed to age much more gracefully probably because of their point of view is much more informed and mature.
I love this band. They’re intellectuals. They’re political. Greg Graffin is a college professor, and his solo album Cold as Clay, was also pretty damn good. I used to ride the train in high school, and while I listened to “Stranger Than Fiction”, I felt like I was listening to stories about the future that we are still all becoming.
This band became Mars Volta, which is also an awesome band, and a lot of the newer stuff that Omar Rodriguez-Lopez is doing is just way ahead of its time. But there was a certain energy to At the Drive-In that is only found in those albums.
Being that they never reached the success of Nirvana, those of us from Chicago always felt like the Jesus Lizard were our own secret. The energy. The angst. The noise. And a hint of weirdness.
The combination of vocals is freakin’ awesome. They’re from the Seattle area for whatever that’s worth, and though I found about this band pretty late, they quickly became one of my favorites.
Perhaps over-rated for some, but I was 12 when Nevermind came out and barely discovering music. Nirvana changed my life, and made high school so much more tolerable because those that identified with not identifying could easily identify each other because of our identification with the band and what they stood for.
This band determined who were the posers, and who was really into grunge and punk for my friends and me. The members went on to form Pearl Jam and Mudhoney. Anyone interested in what was going on in Seattle in the early 90’s had to check these guys out to understand the full story.
Rage Against the Machine’s members all had roots in hardcore scenes. So it was easy for someone like me that really didn’t like rap music at the time. Rage changed all of this for me. The music still had the energy and edge of the bands I liked, but I was also able to appreciate Zack de la Rocha’s rapping style, which at moments had more in common with hardcore screaming than rap. Their politics also introduced me to the history of the world.
Without sounding too much like a punk snob, but if you don’t check out Iggy Pop then you have no business saying you like punk rock music. Yeah he’s old, but this is where punk started, especially his work with the Stooges. Fortunately, the movie, Trainspotting, helped him become relevant again.
I know there are a bunch of other bands I could have named, but these are the ten bands that I chose today, maybe if someone had asked me yesterday or two days ago, I would have said something else.
So I will be compiling random lists of tens. I guess until I run out of ideas. Each list will be about a specific topic. None of the lists will be extensive, but merely reflect the mood I am in. All of the lists will be presented in no particular order, but probably more or less the order in which I thought about them.
If anything these lists are meant to help me keep mental inventory of my interests.
I love the city, and am an urban brat. With that said, maybe it’s because of the neighborhoods I’ve grown up in, but graffiti has always intrigued me. The level of expression and the level of illegality make the art form attractive to all urban rebels, especially since many of its messages have yet to be deciphered.
I know it’s trendy as all hell, but for someone who grew up disliking jocks, yoga is a happy medium. The stretching is something that gets me going, and ready to head out into the city streets. The fact that I can practice yoga anywhere I have my mat is something, which ensures I maintain my yoga practice. Plus the meditation aspect of yoga is perfect to help shut off the city noise when so desired.
I’m personally a big fan of Rodney Yee, and watching his DVD’s really helped get my practice started which has now lasted over two years.
My initial interest began with Jim Morrison. Eventually, I read Carlos Castaneda books. In my travels through Mexico, I have at several times attempted to connect to my indigenous past through shamanism and my ancestors magical past.
Anyone with a little of consciousness can sense that something is very wrong with the world. You don’t have to be an economist or rocket scientist to have a feeling that we are heading in a very dangerous direction. Perhaps, now more that ever, we are in need of the Shaman. Our rock stars no longer fulfill that need, the way the Doors intended to do.
As someone that grew up on punk music, this is just a further extent of the culture into adulthood. I am glad that the DIY movement is extending outside of the music scene and into very pragmatic everyday things like generating one’s own electricity. The mainstream will never know where it’s at until it’s too late because the kids are all doing it for themselves.
This is a no brainer. The planet is on everyone’s minds, well at least those of us who believe in science. I’m really excited by the do-it-yourself aspect of a lot of environmental initiatives, especially those in the inner city and in “underdeveloped” countries.
Mexico is the country where my parents came from. In order to better understand who I am, I have had to learn about where they came from. This has helped me understand them better, but also myself. The country to the south is like a grandparent I hardly knew growing up, but with which I have become very familiar with as an adult. Mexico is for all intents and purposes still a post-revolutionary state.
Let me be clear, I am interested in an education of liberation, and not simply in a liberal education. Until that distinction is made clear, all conversation and dialogue will be futile.
Poetry is my passion, my friend, my retreat, and my weapon. Poetry fills a lot of spaces in my world. I first started writing regularly when I was 12, but I didn’t think of myself as a serious poet until I was 16. Still I wasn’t able to refer to myself as a poet until I came up with the moniker, po’ E.T. about 4-5 years ago.
Will post a post about my favorite ten poets later, or at least my ten favorite that day.
I got into vinyl into seeing something on the history channel. They found these vases that had grooves on the outside, which they tried to play with a needle and a speaker. They explained about how if we were to lose access to all technology, we’d still be able to play vinyl as long one had a needle and something to use as a speaker. It made me think, “I better get some vinyl to ensure I got some tunes for the apocalypse.”
Nothing beats being able to process your own film and develop one’s own photos. I miss having access to a darkroom, but digital photography compensates for it, and requires much less space and no inhaling of chemicals.
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