untitled.
this one’s for the parasites
living inside my brain.
all of those negative thoughts
that got me here enslaved.
all of those thoughts
that simply just won’t go away.
all of those thoughts
that make a hermit want a cave.
04.03.13.
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san francisco.
san francisco.
you’re a lonely bird,
and i’m a lonely bird.
yo’ we’re all just such lonely birds,
so why don’t we all just flock together
(like birds of the same feather),
and withstand this weather.
let’s travel south and
then maybe west.
let’s go insane,
and give each other new names.
let’s baptize ourselves under flames,
and emerge from the ashes
as two phoenixes.
(let’s go crazy like joaquin phoenix is.)
‘cause you’re a lonely bird,
and i’m a lonely bird,
so why don’t we just flock together.
(baby, why don’t we just fuck together.)
sorry, but it’s hard
to stay so damn positive ,
trying to repel all this negative
energy some folks project,
but we try
to forgive not forget,
and to grow from what we learn;
get beyond our dark thoughts.
break on through like jim morrison
and william blake.
love at all costs and whatever it takes.
let’s fly south,
then out west;
maybe stop at san francisco.
it’s been so long since i’ve been.
03.13.13.
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right before the robots (nuclear take over).
right before the robots (nuclear take over).
yo, i just want to write a funny song,
not so much comical, but one
that’ll bring a smile to someone’s face;
a song to remind us life’s worthwhile.
and i’m not trying to stand on no
pedestal or some soapbox
because i completely understand we walk
on the shoulders of great humans.
and really, we are such a tiny speck
when we consider a human as an
individual.
because there’s something magical in unity,
but there’s something just as beautiful in being unique.
there’s something magical in unity,
but there’s something just as beautiful in being unique.
just a tiny speck of dust;
grain of sand
passing through this vast universe,
but should i feel anymore
or any less insignificant
than an ant sliding through sand
like grains through the fingers of
my hand.
perhaps, i better sit and meditate
on that one, huh?
because it’s all about what works best for you.
catch your own wave.
find your own beat,
and jump in when you’re ready
on this universal ride/jam.
because it’s all about what works best for you.
catch your own wave.
find your own beat,
and jump in when you’re ready
on this universal ride/jam.
because there’s something magical in unity,
but there’s something just as beautiful in being unique.
there’s something magical in unity,
but there’s something just as beautiful in being unique.
there’s something magical in unity,
but there’s something just as beautiful in being unique.
until we understand the earth is a
living organism,
not like you or me,
but alive.
02.20.13.
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passive voice.
passive voice.
And as the whole universe went into a blur, so as to reflect the chaos that surrounds, some hearts are not meant to be held down by earthly concerns. Reality is an ambiguous and subjective concern. Some of us are still aching for a return to our innocence, whence we were still much more pure, or I guess, purer. And yet still some of us lack concern for the remnants of the ashes on the ground from when we were much more alive.
10.23.12.
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An Itch On the Mind.
An Itch on the Mind
What the hell’s this tingling I’m having in my brain?
Is it conscious thought? What some call thinking?
Or is it just electronic neurons blindly firing? Blindly firing.
Well, I’m not really sure or feel secure in making a judgement,
Taking a stand, or claiming a position.
Can’t I just remain in the middle
Like Switzerland, be neutral.
Be a neutron without gang affiliation
Or nationalistic tendencies.
No one gets to choose my identity
Except for me. Except for me,
And all my past unconscious traumas,
Yet unresolved.
We’ve all got issues, some baggage,
But that’s no excuse to allow our governments to go on a rampage,
And drop bombs on civilians.
Gotta pay attention. Gotta pay attention.
Over complicated being human,
And now we’re all so disconnected,
And I’d just like to get back-
Back to when it wasn’t all such doom and dreary
Because all this darkness weighs heavy on the soul;
Makes the people weary.
The masses need some light;
Some celebration that isn’t so hollow and empty
To remind us of communion and community
Regardless of religion, race, or country.
Something, anything that isn’t hallmark or a god damn commercial,
But real, sincere, and honest
For a change.
Real, sincere, honest
For a change.
What the hell’s this tingling I’m having in my brain?
Is it conscious thought? What some call thinking?
Or is it just electronic neurons blindly firing? Blindly firing.
When I start to see
Beyond what stands there
Before you and me,
Between you and I,
And why is there so much space,
Or sometimes hardly enough.
How does one escape this place
Or do we just learn to bury it all and stuff?
What the hell’s this tingling I’m having in my brain?
Is it conscious thought? What some call thinking?
Or is it just electronic neurons blindly firing? Blindly firing.
08.06.14
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Crumbling Ivory Towers.
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.
07.30.14.
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Untangling Trauma.
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.
07.16.14.
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