So the past week has been semi-hectic with school stuff, financial aid stuff, and people stuff going on, however I don't feel the need to talk about those things because, well, they get taken care of and we move on. It is far more poignant to talk about how rediculously amazing John Mayer was at the Sleep train on Friday.
Let me preface this by explaining, I was not a John Mayer fan. I was not especially interested in going other then the good company and chill music I had expected. I now must admit John Mayer is the man, and if you don't believe me, see him live and think differently.
So Mayer played his big songs like Why Georgia, No such thing etc, but the rest of the hour and a half set was him playing blues and blue grass style stuff with his awesome band. He played electric, acoustic, and electric acoustic, not to mention, he did it all amazingly well. His guitar solo's were really well done, and really just a blast to watch and listen to. This was a side of his music I had never heard about, but hope to see / hear more of. Anyways, time to make it to class, I will see if I can post links to the pictures, but if you really want to see them, go to Camilia's facebook and you'll find them.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Are you happy with yourself?
Learning to be happy and enjoy free time is an important skill, and one I'm just now mastering. Kind of funny that I'm 22 and still mastering simple things like having free time. Nonetheless, I was listening to this amazing song and I felt the need to share it. The lyrics are kind of odd, but the sound of the song is amazing. Its called Put The Book Back On The Shelf by BELLE & SEBASTIAN. They pretty much rock even though their not my scene (but when have I ever not liked something because it wasn't my scene?)
Anyways, enjoy it below, and even more below (if I feel obliged) there may be some more rocks and snow :).
I placed a flower here,
To signify,
The ending of my fear.
The flower grew so large,
It took my life,
Because it thought it queer.
So if I startle you,
Building life,
Up through the years.
Know I love you so,
Have no fear,
Draw the flower near.
Anyways, enjoy it below, and even more below (if I feel obliged) there may be some more rocks and snow :).
I placed a flower here,
To signify,
The ending of my fear.
The flower grew so large,
It took my life,
Because it thought it queer.
So if I startle you,
Building life,
Up through the years.
Know I love you so,
Have no fear,
Draw the flower near.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Rock and Snow
Work in progress....
Rocks and Snow
I chose a path in life,
And wandered through it,
Passing left to right.
I saw the jagged sides,
And jumped right in,
To feel the pain inside.
I've walked the lowest lows,
To see the hate
And jealousy in man.
But now I walk on hallowed ground,
And in the silence,
I now understand.
I saw a bird descend,
From the heavens,
Holding in its hand:
The rock and snow,
Building life,
Wherever it did go.
But if the battle's lost,
Whats the point,
In all this human cost.
And if the battles lost,
Whats this anger,
Bitterness we've fought.
The rocks and snow my dear,
Dont ask when, and if they'll disappear.
I've built a castle here,
And in time,
I saw it disappear.
I built a family here,
And in the violence,
We dispersed in fear.
I built a stable mind,
And through the anger,
I had realized.
That in the lives we lead,
Theres more to life,
Then physical deeds.
Rocks and Snow
I chose a path in life,
And wandered through it,
Passing left to right.
I saw the jagged sides,
And jumped right in,
To feel the pain inside.
I've walked the lowest lows,
To see the hate
And jealousy in man.
But now I walk on hallowed ground,
And in the silence,
I now understand.
I saw a bird descend,
From the heavens,
Holding in its hand:
The rock and snow,
Building life,
Wherever it did go.
But if the battle's lost,
Whats the point,
In all this human cost.
And if the battles lost,
Whats this anger,
Bitterness we've fought.
The rocks and snow my dear,
Dont ask when, and if they'll disappear.
I've built a castle here,
And in time,
I saw it disappear.
I built a family here,
And in the violence,
We dispersed in fear.
I built a stable mind,
And through the anger,
I had realized.
That in the lives we lead,
Theres more to life,
Then physical deeds.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Islands of Self
From the fire of a chaotic heart,
An iron mind was forged.
And from peach of the soul,
The iron was cooled.
Now as the gauntlet,
Has been tossed down.
The man has picked it up,
With the intention to carry it.
The solitude of self,
And the island of a body are worrisome,
And the weight of these thoughts
often prove cumbersome.
But I appeal to a sense of motive,
A sense of desire,
And with desire,
A destination is set.
An iron mind was forged.
And from peach of the soul,
The iron was cooled.
Now as the gauntlet,
Has been tossed down.
The man has picked it up,
With the intention to carry it.
The solitude of self,
And the island of a body are worrisome,
And the weight of these thoughts
often prove cumbersome.
But I appeal to a sense of motive,
A sense of desire,
And with desire,
A destination is set.
Monday, July 7, 2008
I've been a bad boy
I haven't posted in a while, and I have an interview in a bit, but need to kill time so I figure I should talk about the name of this blog and why it is what it is.
Talk to Strangers is a Saul Williams spoken word / song, that at it's essence embodies a lot of what I do with my life. Here it is, and then I'll explain.
Now i wasn’t raised at gunpoint
And i’ve read too many books
To distract me from the mirror
When unhappy with my looks
And i ain’t got proper diction
For the makings of a thug
Though i grew up in the ghetto
And my niggers all sold drugs,
And though that may validate me
For a spot on mtv
And give me all the airplay
That my bank account would need,
I was hoping to invest in
A lesson that i learned
I thought this fool had jumped me
Just because it was my turn.
I went to an open space
Because i knew he wouldn’t do it
If somebody there could see him
Or somebody else might prove it,
And maybe in your eyes
It may seem i got punked out
Because i walked in their own path
And then went and changed my route.
But that open-ness exposed me
To a truth i couldn’t find
In the clenched fists of my ego
Or the confines of my mind
Or the hip-ness of my swagger,
Or the swagger of my step,
The scowl of my grimace,
Or the mean-ness of my rap.
Because we represent a truth son,
That changes by the hour,
And when you open to it,
For nobility is power,
In that shifting form you’ll find a truth that doesn’t change
And that truth is living proof of the fact that god is strange…
Talk to strangers
When the family fails and friends led you astray
And buddah laughs and jesus weeps and turns out god is gay.
As angels in disguise love can come in many forms,
The hallways of your projects or the fat girl in your dorm,
And when you finally take the time to see what they’re about
Perhaps you find they’re lonely or their wisdom trips you out.
Maybe you’ll find the cycles end
Right back where you began,
But come this time around
You’ll have someone to hold your hand,
Who prays for you who is there for you
Who sends you love and light,
Exposes you to parts of you
That you once tried to fight.
And come this time around
You choose to walk a different path,
You’ll embrace what you turned away
And cry at what you laughed,
Because that’s the only way
We’re going to make it through this storm,
Where ignorance is common sense
And senseless is the norm.
Infact we’re high above the truth
And that you never touch,
And stolen goods are overpriced
And freedom costs too much,
And no-one seems to recognise
The symbols come to life,
The bitten apple on the screen
And jesus had a wife,
And she was his messiah
Like that stranger may be yours,
Who holds a subtle knife
That carves through worlds
Like magic doors,
And that’s what i’ve been looking for,
The bridge from then to now,
Just watching b.e.t like what the fuck son,
This is foul
But that’s where [boston?] represents
This fear that we live in,
The world is not a flat screen
I ain’t trying to fit in.
But this ain’t for the underground
This here is for the sun.
A seed a stranger gave to me
And planted on my tongue.
And when i look at you,
I know i’m not the only one.
As a great man once said,
There’s nothing more powerful
Than an idea
Who’s time
Has come.
Obviously this spoken word has some different interpretations in some places. Further, some people might see a few words of profanity, or a line like " God is strange" and shy away from it, or think it blasphemous. Personally, I see the message as: This is your shot at life, and your weakest when your alone. Who knows who will change you, who can save you, who can make you your best. Your only chance is to shed who "you were" before, embrace that vulnerability, and attack this idea that all can be your friends, and all can influence you in ways you never would have thought with such force that you can't go back.
It's a song about change, and really thats why I have this blog. I keep my writing and my journals so that I can come back to them to see where I was in life and see how I change. Without our pasts, we can never know where we truly are as people. An analogous situation: we can never know who we can be, if we don't see the change we have gone through in the past. Now this may or may not be true, but maybe you will think about sitting next to the random person on the bus, or at the cafeteria next time your around and talking to them. Who knows, maybe you will make a friend that changes you in ways you would have never expected. Worse case scenario: you provide support for someone to change.
Food for thought :).
So I'll post some writing tonight after class...
Talk to Strangers is a Saul Williams spoken word / song, that at it's essence embodies a lot of what I do with my life. Here it is, and then I'll explain.
Now i wasn’t raised at gunpoint
And i’ve read too many books
To distract me from the mirror
When unhappy with my looks
And i ain’t got proper diction
For the makings of a thug
Though i grew up in the ghetto
And my niggers all sold drugs,
And though that may validate me
For a spot on mtv
And give me all the airplay
That my bank account would need,
I was hoping to invest in
A lesson that i learned
I thought this fool had jumped me
Just because it was my turn.
I went to an open space
Because i knew he wouldn’t do it
If somebody there could see him
Or somebody else might prove it,
And maybe in your eyes
It may seem i got punked out
Because i walked in their own path
And then went and changed my route.
But that open-ness exposed me
To a truth i couldn’t find
In the clenched fists of my ego
Or the confines of my mind
Or the hip-ness of my swagger,
Or the swagger of my step,
The scowl of my grimace,
Or the mean-ness of my rap.
Because we represent a truth son,
That changes by the hour,
And when you open to it,
For nobility is power,
In that shifting form you’ll find a truth that doesn’t change
And that truth is living proof of the fact that god is strange…
Talk to strangers
When the family fails and friends led you astray
And buddah laughs and jesus weeps and turns out god is gay.
As angels in disguise love can come in many forms,
The hallways of your projects or the fat girl in your dorm,
And when you finally take the time to see what they’re about
Perhaps you find they’re lonely or their wisdom trips you out.
Maybe you’ll find the cycles end
Right back where you began,
But come this time around
You’ll have someone to hold your hand,
Who prays for you who is there for you
Who sends you love and light,
Exposes you to parts of you
That you once tried to fight.
And come this time around
You choose to walk a different path,
You’ll embrace what you turned away
And cry at what you laughed,
Because that’s the only way
We’re going to make it through this storm,
Where ignorance is common sense
And senseless is the norm.
Infact we’re high above the truth
And that you never touch,
And stolen goods are overpriced
And freedom costs too much,
And no-one seems to recognise
The symbols come to life,
The bitten apple on the screen
And jesus had a wife,
And she was his messiah
Like that stranger may be yours,
Who holds a subtle knife
That carves through worlds
Like magic doors,
And that’s what i’ve been looking for,
The bridge from then to now,
Just watching b.e.t like what the fuck son,
This is foul
But that’s where [boston?] represents
This fear that we live in,
The world is not a flat screen
I ain’t trying to fit in.
But this ain’t for the underground
This here is for the sun.
A seed a stranger gave to me
And planted on my tongue.
And when i look at you,
I know i’m not the only one.
As a great man once said,
There’s nothing more powerful
Than an idea
Who’s time
Has come.
Obviously this spoken word has some different interpretations in some places. Further, some people might see a few words of profanity, or a line like " God is strange" and shy away from it, or think it blasphemous. Personally, I see the message as: This is your shot at life, and your weakest when your alone. Who knows who will change you, who can save you, who can make you your best. Your only chance is to shed who "you were" before, embrace that vulnerability, and attack this idea that all can be your friends, and all can influence you in ways you never would have thought with such force that you can't go back.
It's a song about change, and really thats why I have this blog. I keep my writing and my journals so that I can come back to them to see where I was in life and see how I change. Without our pasts, we can never know where we truly are as people. An analogous situation: we can never know who we can be, if we don't see the change we have gone through in the past. Now this may or may not be true, but maybe you will think about sitting next to the random person on the bus, or at the cafeteria next time your around and talking to them. Who knows, maybe you will make a friend that changes you in ways you would have never expected. Worse case scenario: you provide support for someone to change.
Food for thought :).
So I'll post some writing tonight after class...
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Faux dark
I should really sleep right now, but I am devoted to writing everyday, so this is a key style stream of consciousness (kind of weird how my consciousness rhymes, haha) that pretty much begs the question: What is the use of a nightmare if we can't figure out what we are afraid of in the nightmare? If we cant understand our motives in life, what is the point to our actions? Motive in life is everything.
Go Back to Sleep
In times so dark the truth within
Is clouded by the heart and whim.
In love and life,
With smiles we grin.
But then those demons
Let us in.
The ways we were
And thus have been.
The faces delve
To minds that thin
Then deepen to a ocean cove.
We're stuck without the waves and wind.
And as the silence is no token,
Leave my fear, there unbroken.
Mind lies smote and on the floor.
My thoughts lie spinning,
The reason goes.
And in the interim it seems
It was all but just a dream.
But if I cannot see the truth,
Then was it all of any use?
Obviously dreams don't have to have mean, but I like to think they do. I like to think that aspects of our humanity are too often set aside for new fangled fads and fun. We used to beleive our dreams and nightmares might have some correlation to the things we thought subconsciously (I for one still do), but now, its just a bad dream go back to sleep.
Go Back to Sleep
In times so dark the truth within
Is clouded by the heart and whim.
In love and life,
With smiles we grin.
But then those demons
Let us in.
The ways we were
And thus have been.
The faces delve
To minds that thin
Then deepen to a ocean cove.
We're stuck without the waves and wind.
And as the silence is no token,
Leave my fear, there unbroken.
Mind lies smote and on the floor.
My thoughts lie spinning,
The reason goes.
And in the interim it seems
It was all but just a dream.
But if I cannot see the truth,
Then was it all of any use?
Obviously dreams don't have to have mean, but I like to think they do. I like to think that aspects of our humanity are too often set aside for new fangled fads and fun. We used to beleive our dreams and nightmares might have some correlation to the things we thought subconsciously (I for one still do), but now, its just a bad dream go back to sleep.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Never Bored
This one is pretty much finished. Similiar subject matter to the one before, but a lot more idealized, but more importantly, has a lot more of me in it. The male figure in the song is pretty much me... minus the getting fired and talking back part... haha.
Never Bored (Title is tentative)
The wind blows,
Leaves into the house,
Again, Again.
The grass grows,
Up over my knees,
Again, Again.
The sun fades,
Lines into the floor,
Again, Again ooh again.
The wind will blow,
The grass will grow,
The sun will shine,
But your still mine. (2x)
I'll talk back,
To my stupid boss,
Again, Again.
I'll get fired,
From this crappy job,
Again, Again.
I get tired,
Of this run around,
Again, Again, oh again.
I'll talk back,
I'll get sacked,
I'll get bored,
I'm still yours.
The sink breaks,
And floods the house,
Again, Again.
The kids track,
Mud into our bed,
Again, Again.
The dog eats,
Your dress shoes,
Again, Again... oh again.
The house will flood,
The kids track mud,
The dog eats shoes,
I'll make it up to you.
The wind will blow,
The grass will grow,
The sun will shine,
But your still mine.
I'll talk back,
I'll get sacked,
I'll get bored,
But never bored with you...
Never Bored (Title is tentative)
The wind blows,
Leaves into the house,
Again, Again.
The grass grows,
Up over my knees,
Again, Again.
The sun fades,
Lines into the floor,
Again, Again ooh again.
The wind will blow,
The grass will grow,
The sun will shine,
But your still mine. (2x)
I'll talk back,
To my stupid boss,
Again, Again.
I'll get fired,
From this crappy job,
Again, Again.
I get tired,
Of this run around,
Again, Again, oh again.
I'll talk back,
I'll get sacked,
I'll get bored,
I'm still yours.
The sink breaks,
And floods the house,
Again, Again.
The kids track,
Mud into our bed,
Again, Again.
The dog eats,
Your dress shoes,
Again, Again... oh again.
The house will flood,
The kids track mud,
The dog eats shoes,
I'll make it up to you.
The wind will blow,
The grass will grow,
The sun will shine,
But your still mine.
I'll talk back,
I'll get sacked,
I'll get bored,
But never bored with you...
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Breath Slow
This is a song that has been in the works with farid-joon for a while now. It's been completely revamped and needs a good hard once or twice over. Otherwise, I like the idea a lot. The kind of unintentional love we sometimes find ourselves with, and really our inability to do anything about it. It ends up with the two characters making it through and seeing exactly what it is they've created.
Breath Slow
The nervous girl with pretty eyes,
The quiet one who never tries.
She smiles a lot but only for,
The ones she lets get through the door.
Hope and time so intertwined,
The love she lets break down her mind.
A slide to left and fall to right.
She'll cry for me through out the night.
So breath slow ---
Too much seems to overload.
Breath slow ---
It doesn't matter where we go.
Some of this and some of that.
Show me where your truly at.
A masquerade: the sun today.
Pretense to the darker days.
This holy war so hard was fought.
To show the truth we thought we sought.
And slowly as her tears do pour
I understand her hopes and so...
Breath slow---
Too much seems to overload.
Breath slow---
It doesnt matter where we go.
(B: Backup)
B: So save her
I can't even save myself from her.
B: So praise her
What could I even say?
B: So where from now?
Now that I've faller for her?
Now that I've fallen for her?
Fallen for her?
If I am strong and I am right.
If we can make it through the night.
It doesn't matter how or why.
Or what we were inside the light.
The dead can rise and so can we,
Past the mountains and the sea.
To see ourselves for what we are,
To see the love thats come so far.
So breath slow---
Love is what were fighting for.
So breath slow---
It doesnt matter where we go.
Breath Slow
The nervous girl with pretty eyes,
The quiet one who never tries.
She smiles a lot but only for,
The ones she lets get through the door.
Hope and time so intertwined,
The love she lets break down her mind.
A slide to left and fall to right.
She'll cry for me through out the night.
So breath slow ---
Too much seems to overload.
Breath slow ---
It doesn't matter where we go.
Some of this and some of that.
Show me where your truly at.
A masquerade: the sun today.
Pretense to the darker days.
This holy war so hard was fought.
To show the truth we thought we sought.
And slowly as her tears do pour
I understand her hopes and so...
Breath slow---
Too much seems to overload.
Breath slow---
It doesnt matter where we go.
(B: Backup)
B: So save her
I can't even save myself from her.
B: So praise her
What could I even say?
B: So where from now?
Now that I've faller for her?
Now that I've fallen for her?
Fallen for her?
If I am strong and I am right.
If we can make it through the night.
It doesn't matter how or why.
Or what we were inside the light.
The dead can rise and so can we,
Past the mountains and the sea.
To see ourselves for what we are,
To see the love thats come so far.
So breath slow---
Love is what were fighting for.
So breath slow---
It doesnt matter where we go.
New Blog
So I have blogged a lot in my past for various reasons, and I came to the conclusion (with everyone else starting blogs) that I should pick one up as a place to keep some of my writing. Unfortunately I lost one of my writing notebooks recently, and if you know me, I take really good care of my things, so I was kind of down about that.
Anyways, off to my Philosophy of Religion class followed by Orbital Mechanics! yah rock!
Hahaha.
Anyways, off to my Philosophy of Religion class followed by Orbital Mechanics! yah rock!
Hahaha.
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