Lyrics...

I've been trying to write lyrics a lot lately... That's why I posted those other two lyrics yesterday. I've been thinking about it a lot. I hate trying to write poetry and lyrics. I like to write and speak more elaborately than is necessary. I'm always long winded. Lyrics need to be concise, and make a point with out using very many words... I try to turn all of them in to five paragraph essays. Also, i'm either preachy or whiny or... I don't know, it's awful. On many levels, for many reasons. I'm always trying to ram an opinion down your throat, I can never just write about "winter concrete reflection" or some stupid abstract bullshit. I've thought before of ways to get around this problem. Writing more whimsically like Keller Williams approach or They Might Be Giants... [Speaking of them, I'm going to see Keller tonight & I just saw They Might Be Giants" last night too, Thats pretty random... or synchronistic, depending on how you feel about the universe.] Anyways, whimsical to the point of novelty would be a good route to try too. I think some novelty bands our hilarious [obviously, if you know TMBG] Writing humorous lyrics like Tenacious D would just be lame to me... Flight of the Conchords does it so much better, but still, too cheesy... I've thought about finding a poet friend like Trey Anastasio from Phish and just adapting their poetry into lyrics. That would be just swell. Except I've got so many of my own words ripping my head apart. I personally quit writing poetry years ago because it was all awful, so I can't adapt any of my own. A few years ago I learned how to play a couple of the David Bowie cover songs performed by Seu Jorge from the movie "the Life Aquatic". That was fun because he sings in Portuguese. I just wrote down the noises and gibberish it sounded like he was saying and sang that instead. So perhaps making up my own language and just singing guttural noises would be fine. Perhaps singing more like an instrument and less like a human would be on point too... Who needs lyrics when you pretend you mouth is a saxophone? Ideally, I would like nothing more than to write lyrics like Bright Eyes. His stuff is so amazing, beautiful, poignant, & over all inspiring. A true storyteller.... That's never gonna happen though, his lyrics are too great... I need to figure out something quick though, because until i write some crappy lyrics I feel is worth my awful singing voice, I'm stuck in a musical rut with several new recordings... well, thats it for now, probably more crappy lyric attempts soon enough though, I hope...

The second song I attempted to sing on...

Watch the video I made for it...

Daily Programming

Everyone is a robot, we’re all exactly the same
Everyone is a zombie, we’re all the walking dead
That is exactly how they want for you to be
And we chose to be this way. We choose it every day

And it’s all our own faults
We’ve got no one else to blame
We all brain wash ourselves
Each and every single day

So say goodbye to dead religions we don’t heed them anymore
And so goodbye to our government, we don’t need them anymore
The only opiate of the masses, our the television gods
And the only regime to rule us, our are corporate overlords

Even the best people I know
Have given up all their soul
And they choose to fill that void
By watching the television

So fill your mind with advertisements, buying trash will make you happy
And fill your hearts with scripted characters; choose their company over friends and family
Give up all of your potential and replace it with complacency
Or choose to take a stand right now, and just turn off your T.V.

Cause its all your own faults
You’ve got no one else to blame
We all brain wash ourselves
Each and every single day

Each and every single day
Each and every single day
Each and every single day
Each and every single day

The first song I recorded vocals on...

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If the battle wasn’t won

I lie in bed drifting off to sleep,
Listening to the wave’s crash upon the beach.
I am but a drop of water in
the endless oceans of humanity.

I’m just one person, what difference can I make…
Am I merely dreaming, or am I awake…
How can I give back, for all that I take…
Will anyone cry for our sake…

I stand on a shore carved out by the tide.
The sky falls dark, the water turns to ice.
I am but a grain of sand on
the endless beaches of time.

I’m just one person, what difference can I make…
Am I merely dreaming, or am I awake…
Would I make changes to anything I’ve done…
Or would I just give up, if the battle wasn’t won…

If the battle wasn’t won…
If the battle wasn’t won…
If the battle wasn’t won…
If the battle wasn’t won…

We're all just people, yet we can change the world.
I won’t just give up before my wings unfurl.
I’m not just dreaming and these are not facades.
I’ll never give in; I will fight against the odds.

And if the battle is lost, than it was worth the fight.
It is better to die with answers than live with questions

I will fight against the odds.
I will fight against the odds.
I will fight against the odds.
I will fight against the odds.

Something, something... a plunger!

Today is the day for internet updates, woot! I added a new song to my website, and I even made a status update on the insufferable facebook. Didn't write anything of value or meaning... Never do... I don't have anything to update this blog with, & i don't even know why I started it, but the good news is... only three or four random crazy stalkers will ever read this, so I can be a little bit more liberal with my tongue... I've been feeling crazy lately... the only reason I ever made a website was for art. I wonder if I'll make any good art ever? I look over this crap and feel embarrassed. I should just leave my old website as an archive for all my old crappy art and make a new website that highlights the five or so good things I've ever made. Life has been hectic lately and I find myself scraping my fingernails against the walls. I'm always surrounded by people, yet always a miserable lonely wretch. I wish i knew what the hell was wrong with me... This is unsatisfactory and I'd rather bitch about shit to my journal. I'll probably remember I updated this blog in a week and feel compelled to delete this post. Until then, god bless your creepy souls, three or four stalker people... You'res all I gots....