I've been doing a little songwriting. Three of these stemmed from some jams I had with my buddy D-Mac, and the other i wrote the other day when I was messing around with a capo. I intend to record these as well as a few older songs which were written way back when in the days of my old band, Bonaparte, with both D-Mac and D-Le (www.watermelonmakesitawesome.blogspot.com). I hope you enjoy the lyrics and I hope you will enjoy the tracks even more when the faculties become available to record them.
Picture in Mind
days pass, hours slip by
and i act like i'm fine
but still i cry,
got your picture in mind.
every time i look at you,
i see those things i wanted to do,
but i didn't
and now you're gone.
maybe i'd find someone new,
who wont tear my heart out
and rip it in two, just like you
just like you.
her pale green eyes,
fair freckled skin,
a smile so sweet,
it'll make you think it's a sin to feel this way
like i do.
New Years Eve
"another year."
"same place a different time."
"another song."
"same words, a different rhyme."
but then you saw the light in my eyes
and you knew it would be different this time.
oh, this time of year.
"another chance."
"get to try just one more time."
"old mistakes."
"how twenty years has just flown by."
but you don't need to ask how i feel,
just pass the bottle and we'll make something real.
oh, this time of year.
I Grew a Beard
if i could have my way,
each and every single day
the world would smile bright
and i'd be with you tonight
and we could do the things we want to.
i would take you by the hand and
we'd dance and dance and dance
and when i held you near, you'd say,
"baby, don't you fear...we'll get by doing the things we want to."
The Little Death
it doesn't keep my mind from wandering.
it doesn't tell me when we're through.
it's my companion, it helps me go to sleep.
oh little death, i love you.
just one more sip, tear the cork away,
i'll have a glass if you have one too.
crawl in bed and read our lives away,
oh lonely...shit to feel like you.
what's your name? sounds like a mystery.
i don't know much, but, i'm curious too.
the candle's burnt, so we light the night.
when our flame's out, do you go too?
Just for the record, these songs aren't necessarily about what you think they are. My focus in writing has changed as of late and I'm happy with the way these songs are coming about. Stay Tuned.
Peace
-Nick
Monday, February 9, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Just Some Freewriting...
he went west to find his brothers.
en route stumbling across the icy shattered ground
his head spinning, brain battered by nights of excess
he met the wandering heart.
asking questions, he learned the wandering heart from the inside out.
a mystery, from lands afar. not like here. not like here.
they depart, he moves on, the heart rests deep in his gut, continues to trudge.
stumbling across an old fire he never started, wasted possibility, is now the time to flame?
can the flame begin?
will the flame succeed?
a painful pang in his gut. ulcer? no.
an unlikely pair digs away at his innards, death would come easier than
to see her with him. he hates it. the dirtiest tribute. every sip for her, every drag for her, every pain for her. they will still never feel as strong as he did. angry. angry. over it.
he meets his family, brothers in arms. imbibe, intake, imbibe, intake. celebrate the simplicity of life. words are beautiful, the connection is sweet, the wine is sweeter yet. cloud the mind to regain clarity. isn't that what they always say? a day in the life.
in the end, its just the wandering heart and the traveler. he keeps his brothers close, but the heart, though she wanders, won't leave his gut. she remains there, silent. he'll reach the heart with sound, he'll communicate without words. but will the heart stop wandering? does it beat for him?
i suppose only time will tell...the traveler has plenty of time, plenty of time.
so do his brothers.
en route stumbling across the icy shattered ground
his head spinning, brain battered by nights of excess
he met the wandering heart.
asking questions, he learned the wandering heart from the inside out.
a mystery, from lands afar. not like here. not like here.
they depart, he moves on, the heart rests deep in his gut, continues to trudge.
stumbling across an old fire he never started, wasted possibility, is now the time to flame?
can the flame begin?
will the flame succeed?
a painful pang in his gut. ulcer? no.
an unlikely pair digs away at his innards, death would come easier than
to see her with him. he hates it. the dirtiest tribute. every sip for her, every drag for her, every pain for her. they will still never feel as strong as he did. angry. angry. over it.
he meets his family, brothers in arms. imbibe, intake, imbibe, intake. celebrate the simplicity of life. words are beautiful, the connection is sweet, the wine is sweeter yet. cloud the mind to regain clarity. isn't that what they always say? a day in the life.
in the end, its just the wandering heart and the traveler. he keeps his brothers close, but the heart, though she wanders, won't leave his gut. she remains there, silent. he'll reach the heart with sound, he'll communicate without words. but will the heart stop wandering? does it beat for him?
i suppose only time will tell...the traveler has plenty of time, plenty of time.
so do his brothers.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Influential Albums 1/28/2009
So, I was sitting in my dorm room listening to some music and I thought about compiling a list of some of the albums that have really influenced me artistically/albums that I would have sex with if they were creatures capable of intercourse. Ive listed them as such, artist-title and I have written a small blurb under each of them. Here goes nothing:
This album changed my life, plain and simple. I bought it on a whim after hearing "No One Knows" on the radio. This album represents everything that is great about Rock and Roll. Its got amazing production, awesome fucking riffs, perfect guitar tones, stellar drumming, churning guitar chords and vocals that sound like they were laid down in roughly 35 minutes with all care thrown to the wind. The backing "ooohs and aaahs" sound like theyre being sung by a choir of angel-voiced demons and Josh Homme has the Midas Touch with anything guitar. This is another one of those bands where I would like to list every album theyve ever done up here. Listen to this album if you haven't before. That is a command.
The Black Keys-Thickfreakness:
Firstly, The Black Keys are a two person band who sound like a four piece. Secondly, Dan Auerbach sings like he's an old Bluesman from Mississippi when in fact hes a dorky white dude from Ohio. Thirdly, the opening sounds of this album set the tone for what is easily the sweetest set of blues riffs compiled in the past 25 years.
The Bronx-Bronx I
Pure fucking rock and roll. If "Heart Attack American" doesn't make you want to get up and punch someone square in the face, then I am completely certain that you have no testicles. Listen to this album and go ragin'.
GZA-Liquid Swords:
I had a tough time deciding on whether I wanted to put Wu-Tang"s Enter the 36 Chambers or Liquid Swords up here, considering they are essentially the same artist, but I decided on Liquid Swords simply for the track "Four Chambers". This track is Wu-Tang at it's best, the production is brilliant and the verses sound like they lit the microphone on fire. Fuckin' hellified.
Sebadoh-Bubble and Scrape:
Another Lou Barlow effort here. Everything he wrote on this album is perfect. Anyone who has ever felt broken-hearted will be floored by "Soul and Fire". Each band member wrote a series of songs and recorded them with the other bandmates for the album, so in a way it's three albums in one. Each artist brought a very distinctive style to the table. Stay away from Eric Gaffney's songs if you don't like weird-ass sometimes dissonant psychedelic music, but both Jason Lowenstein and Lou Barlow's music is very easily accessible. If you get the chance, read Barlow's lyrics too. As I said, if you've ever experienced a real broken heart, you'll get it.
Kings of Leon-Aha Shake Heartbreak:
I've listened to this album so many times that I actually wore the CD out. I know every single lyric, note, lick, drum fill, bass run, whatever and I still love to listen to it. I will whole-heartedly say that this band will never ever come close to matching the awesomeness of this album again. Incredible album, "Milk" still sends chills down my spine every time I hear it.
Weezer-Blue Album/Pinkerton:
I simply couldn't choose between this two albums, also I can sort of justify having the both of them up here in the sense that I rarely listen to one without listening to the other right after it. In my opinion"Tired of Sex" is the best thing Weezer has ever written, and by far their most underrated song. To me, it is a perfect track in every sense of the word, guitar, drums, production value, lyrics, and pure fucking sweetness. Both of these albums are essential to anyone who appreciates Rock Music. If you haven't listened to them, you are doing a disservice to yourself and all of humanity.
Minutemen-Double Nickels on the Dime:
Awesome album, over 40 tracks, all short songs (hence the band name). I love D. Boone's style of guitar playing (possibly my biggest influence outside of J. Mascis) and pretty much every song on here is dope as hell. None of them can really sing, but it just doesnt matter, it's real jazzy punky weird rock but its sweet. MTV's Jackass made their song "Corona" famous, I in fact named my first full length after the last line of it.
So, that's ten albums that I find to be incredibly influential. I could listen to each and every one of these all day long and not get sick of them. I feel as if I'm committing a musical sin though by leaving out some of the other albums which I love, but I suppose that can be for another day. I hope you enjoyed my two cents and I really hope each and every one of you can get out there and give a listen to these albums, I doubt you'll regret it. Maybe someday in the future I'll do a follow-up with some more music but I suppose that is TBD.
Be Easy.
-Nick
Dinosaur Jr-Bug:
Firstly, the guitar work on this album will make you shit in your pants. I'm almost certain that both Lou Barlow and J. Mascis are Gods amongst men. I would pretty much put every single one of Dinosaur Jr.'s albums up here, but I have decided to restrict myself to listing one from each artist. The reason I choose Bug over the others is for one moment at exactly 2:00 in Track 3 entitled "They Always Come" where some ungodly guitar tone pierces through the mix and completely floors me everytime I hear it. It comes directly after a few seconds of slightly distorted chords, acting as a buffer between the beginning half of the song and what it is about to become (just listen to it and you'll hear what I mean). If I had to pick one sound that sums up everything that is beautiful about being alive, I would pick the sound of this single piercing note rising above the rest of the loud-ass mix of driving bass, heartbeat-like drum and layer upon layer of fuzzy guitar. I don't really expect anyone else to quite understand this feeling, but all I know is that this is the type of song that makes me glad to be a musician.
Beck-One Foot in the Grave:
A minimalistic effort for Beck Hansen that created some of the most beautiful and heartfelt songs I have ever heard. "Girl Dreams" has quite possibly the corniest lyrics of all time, but Goddamnit if I don't know exactly how he feels when he's singing and I'd be lying if I said I never felt the same. Amazing album, warm tones, detuned acoustic guitars. Pure beauty.
This album changed my life, plain and simple. I bought it on a whim after hearing "No One Knows" on the radio. This album represents everything that is great about Rock and Roll. Its got amazing production, awesome fucking riffs, perfect guitar tones, stellar drumming, churning guitar chords and vocals that sound like they were laid down in roughly 35 minutes with all care thrown to the wind. The backing "ooohs and aaahs" sound like theyre being sung by a choir of angel-voiced demons and Josh Homme has the Midas Touch with anything guitar. This is another one of those bands where I would like to list every album theyve ever done up here. Listen to this album if you haven't before. That is a command.
The Black Keys-Thickfreakness:
Firstly, The Black Keys are a two person band who sound like a four piece. Secondly, Dan Auerbach sings like he's an old Bluesman from Mississippi when in fact hes a dorky white dude from Ohio. Thirdly, the opening sounds of this album set the tone for what is easily the sweetest set of blues riffs compiled in the past 25 years.
The Bronx-Bronx I
Pure fucking rock and roll. If "Heart Attack American" doesn't make you want to get up and punch someone square in the face, then I am completely certain that you have no testicles. Listen to this album and go ragin'.
GZA-Liquid Swords:
I had a tough time deciding on whether I wanted to put Wu-Tang"s Enter the 36 Chambers or Liquid Swords up here, considering they are essentially the same artist, but I decided on Liquid Swords simply for the track "Four Chambers". This track is Wu-Tang at it's best, the production is brilliant and the verses sound like they lit the microphone on fire. Fuckin' hellified.
Sebadoh-Bubble and Scrape:
Another Lou Barlow effort here. Everything he wrote on this album is perfect. Anyone who has ever felt broken-hearted will be floored by "Soul and Fire". Each band member wrote a series of songs and recorded them with the other bandmates for the album, so in a way it's three albums in one. Each artist brought a very distinctive style to the table. Stay away from Eric Gaffney's songs if you don't like weird-ass sometimes dissonant psychedelic music, but both Jason Lowenstein and Lou Barlow's music is very easily accessible. If you get the chance, read Barlow's lyrics too. As I said, if you've ever experienced a real broken heart, you'll get it.
Kings of Leon-Aha Shake Heartbreak:
I've listened to this album so many times that I actually wore the CD out. I know every single lyric, note, lick, drum fill, bass run, whatever and I still love to listen to it. I will whole-heartedly say that this band will never ever come close to matching the awesomeness of this album again. Incredible album, "Milk" still sends chills down my spine every time I hear it.
Weezer-Blue Album/Pinkerton:
I simply couldn't choose between this two albums, also I can sort of justify having the both of them up here in the sense that I rarely listen to one without listening to the other right after it. In my opinion"Tired of Sex" is the best thing Weezer has ever written, and by far their most underrated song. To me, it is a perfect track in every sense of the word, guitar, drums, production value, lyrics, and pure fucking sweetness. Both of these albums are essential to anyone who appreciates Rock Music. If you haven't listened to them, you are doing a disservice to yourself and all of humanity.
Minutemen-Double Nickels on the Dime:
Awesome album, over 40 tracks, all short songs (hence the band name). I love D. Boone's style of guitar playing (possibly my biggest influence outside of J. Mascis) and pretty much every song on here is dope as hell. None of them can really sing, but it just doesnt matter, it's real jazzy punky weird rock but its sweet. MTV's Jackass made their song "Corona" famous, I in fact named my first full length after the last line of it.
So, that's ten albums that I find to be incredibly influential. I could listen to each and every one of these all day long and not get sick of them. I feel as if I'm committing a musical sin though by leaving out some of the other albums which I love, but I suppose that can be for another day. I hope you enjoyed my two cents and I really hope each and every one of you can get out there and give a listen to these albums, I doubt you'll regret it. Maybe someday in the future I'll do a follow-up with some more music but I suppose that is TBD.
Be Easy.
-Nick
Monday, January 26, 2009
Its Been A While...
Firstly, yes I did rip a Staind song title for the heading of this blog...sorry for that. Really.
Anyway, Since my last Pre-Halloween entry I've had quite the time. I'm back at Holy Cross, which has its pros and cons, clouds and silver linings, whatever you want to call it. I finished up my CD which I wrote incessantly about. I'm not quite sure what to do with it now that I've finished but oh well, at least it's done. I'm taking a break from music right now though and focusing much more on schoolwork and my writing (which I'll talk a little bit more about later).
So, I'm back at school, yep, I am, woohoo, yep, awesome, yep. Frankly, I'm not so sure how I feel about this whole thing. Granted, almost anything is better than being forced into an 8-4 workday situation where the majority of the workforce is uneducated and for the most part remarkably unhappy. But, now that I've been able to wet my feet in the so called "Real World's" waters, I have come to see how childish both the college life and its followers can be (I of course include myself in this assertion). Going to a college where the student population is noticeably smaller than your high school can lead to the occasional aggravation/existential crisis and I find that I've been experiencing a hearty helping of both of these since I've returned.
I've always known that Holy Cross is a cliquey elitist school and that my personality was never a perfect fit, but now that I've had some time away from this place, I can see the differences more clearly than ever. I enjoy being here the majority of the time and I would be making an obscenely unfair generalization if I claimed that I thought that most of my fellow students suck. But, sometimes I just can't stand it. Last night was a perfect example of this:
Anyway, Since my last Pre-Halloween entry I've had quite the time. I'm back at Holy Cross, which has its pros and cons, clouds and silver linings, whatever you want to call it. I finished up my CD which I wrote incessantly about. I'm not quite sure what to do with it now that I've finished but oh well, at least it's done. I'm taking a break from music right now though and focusing much more on schoolwork and my writing (which I'll talk a little bit more about later).
So, I'm back at school, yep, I am, woohoo, yep, awesome, yep. Frankly, I'm not so sure how I feel about this whole thing. Granted, almost anything is better than being forced into an 8-4 workday situation where the majority of the workforce is uneducated and for the most part remarkably unhappy. But, now that I've been able to wet my feet in the so called "Real World's" waters, I have come to see how childish both the college life and its followers can be (I of course include myself in this assertion). Going to a college where the student population is noticeably smaller than your high school can lead to the occasional aggravation/existential crisis and I find that I've been experiencing a hearty helping of both of these since I've returned.
I've always known that Holy Cross is a cliquey elitist school and that my personality was never a perfect fit, but now that I've had some time away from this place, I can see the differences more clearly than ever. I enjoy being here the majority of the time and I would be making an obscenely unfair generalization if I claimed that I thought that most of my fellow students suck. But, sometimes I just can't stand it. Last night was a perfect example of this:
After partying for a while with some close friends, I decided to head
off campus with a team-mate to go check out a party we had been told
was "wicked sick." We headed off to the house and through a few drunken
interactions various wanderings we lost sight of each other. We weren't
able to reunite and my friend decided just to head back to campus. I,
being fairly loaded and ready to do something cool, took it upon myself
to explore the off-campus scene and try and make something out of this
bust of an evening. I wandered in and out of a few houses, mainly
interested in observing the scene/finding someone cool who I could talk to
and I ended up in some random smelly fire hazard of an apartment filled
with way too many people and way too few personalities. I listened to
conversations between people who just seem to take their lives too damn
seriously. The party seemed to be filled with people who were way too
concerned with who or what they could do. There was a serious lack of
interest in conversation if there is no gain associated with it. The social system here
seems to be that you only talk to someone if you're trying to hook up with them, get beer
from them, or if you want to find out about a new party from them. No one
seems to want to talk for the sake of human interaction, no real interest is
shown in trying to dig deeper and make some kind of a real connection, a connection
rooted in something deeper than the typical shallow niceties of Saturday evenings.
Maybe I just look too deeply into such trivial encounters. But, then again, maybe not. I just
like to think that most people have the same innate want to search for genuine
companions, people who like to have fun, talk, and aren't concerned with
putting up some heavy front in order to hide some stupid inadequacy. I want
to meet people who get The Joke (people who get it don't have to ask what it is)
and sometimes I feel as if that just is not an achievable goal here at the College
of the Holy Cross. So, after I dejectedly shuffled in and out of houses I decided it
was time to call it a night and walk back to my dorm alone and think about what
this night had really been about. I strolled down the streets leisurely and looked at
the stars and watched shallow drunken romances and faux inebriated camaraderies
form on either side of me. To make an even longer story somewhat less long, as
I was walking back feeling worse and worse by the minute I came across someone
who I had never met before and I decided to strike up conversation in some kind of
last ditch effort to maybe salvage the general downer theme of the evening. We
talked about where we're both from and we each mused for a while over the attitude of this College's general populous. It was nice to find someone else interested in talking for the
sake of talking. Made my bunk night just a little bit better.
off campus with a team-mate to go check out a party we had been told
was "wicked sick." We headed off to the house and through a few drunken
interactions various wanderings we lost sight of each other. We weren't
able to reunite and my friend decided just to head back to campus. I,
being fairly loaded and ready to do something cool, took it upon myself
to explore the off-campus scene and try and make something out of this
bust of an evening. I wandered in and out of a few houses, mainly
interested in observing the scene/finding someone cool who I could talk to
and I ended up in some random smelly fire hazard of an apartment filled
with way too many people and way too few personalities. I listened to
conversations between people who just seem to take their lives too damn
seriously. The party seemed to be filled with people who were way too
concerned with who or what they could do. There was a serious lack of
interest in conversation if there is no gain associated with it. The social system here
seems to be that you only talk to someone if you're trying to hook up with them, get beer
from them, or if you want to find out about a new party from them. No one
seems to want to talk for the sake of human interaction, no real interest is
shown in trying to dig deeper and make some kind of a real connection, a connection
rooted in something deeper than the typical shallow niceties of Saturday evenings.
Maybe I just look too deeply into such trivial encounters. But, then again, maybe not. I just
like to think that most people have the same innate want to search for genuine
companions, people who like to have fun, talk, and aren't concerned with
putting up some heavy front in order to hide some stupid inadequacy. I want
to meet people who get The Joke (people who get it don't have to ask what it is)
and sometimes I feel as if that just is not an achievable goal here at the College
of the Holy Cross. So, after I dejectedly shuffled in and out of houses I decided it
was time to call it a night and walk back to my dorm alone and think about what
this night had really been about. I strolled down the streets leisurely and looked at
the stars and watched shallow drunken romances and faux inebriated camaraderies
form on either side of me. To make an even longer story somewhat less long, as
I was walking back feeling worse and worse by the minute I came across someone
who I had never met before and I decided to strike up conversation in some kind of
last ditch effort to maybe salvage the general downer theme of the evening. We
talked about where we're both from and we each mused for a while over the attitude of this College's general populous. It was nice to find someone else interested in talking for the
sake of talking. Made my bunk night just a little bit better.
After re-reading that story, I see that I somewhat deviated from the original purpose of it. Oh well, I suppose that is just the beauty in stream of consciousness online journal entries. The simple fact of the matter is that I have returned to my College as a much different individual than I was when I departed for an extended stay away and I'm not really sure how to handle it. I'm sure I'll be able to get a grip on that sometime soon but for the time being, it's just a strange period of transition.
On another note, two of my best friends and I have decided to actually follow through with something we've always sort of joked about. We are collaboratively writing a screenplay. With what goal in mind? Hopefully to have it be made. Why would we do it? Because we think we've got some pretty good stories to tell and also, we just fucking want to. The inception of this project is not easy. I've never written a screenplay, nor had I read one up until about three weeks ago. We'll see how it goes. Just before I sat down to write this I was making a few edits/changes on our current script. Right now it is at a whopping 31 pages. Exciting, eh? As the project progresses, I hopefully won't slack off as bad as I have been and keep this page somewhat in the now, hopefully updating more frequently.
I suppose that is all I really have to say for this evening, I'm pretty damn tired and I'd like to get some sleep. Stay tuned for updates as I intend to write a little more tomorrow and/or Tuesday.
Grazi.
-Nick
On another note, two of my best friends and I have decided to actually follow through with something we've always sort of joked about. We are collaboratively writing a screenplay. With what goal in mind? Hopefully to have it be made. Why would we do it? Because we think we've got some pretty good stories to tell and also, we just fucking want to. The inception of this project is not easy. I've never written a screenplay, nor had I read one up until about three weeks ago. We'll see how it goes. Just before I sat down to write this I was making a few edits/changes on our current script. Right now it is at a whopping 31 pages. Exciting, eh? As the project progresses, I hopefully won't slack off as bad as I have been and keep this page somewhat in the now, hopefully updating more frequently.
I suppose that is all I really have to say for this evening, I'm pretty damn tired and I'd like to get some sleep. Stay tuned for updates as I intend to write a little more tomorrow and/or Tuesday.
Grazi.
-Nick
Thursday, October 23, 2008
So....
...Halloween is swiftly approaching, along with my 20th birthday. I remember waaaayyy back when this upcoming week in October was the best thing EVER. A time when the benefits of a birthday and the innumerable pounds of candy would propel my level of personal content to unimaginable heights. Now, the benefits of a birthday and pounds of candy still sound great, but I am much more concerned with "the real world" and frankly, FUCK the "real world." I'm pretty sick of being home by now and it's only late October. I have until mid-January to try to survive here. It isn't all bad though, I've been lucky enough to take advantage of the local music scene as my loyal blog readers would know. In fact, I am slated to record the second half of my songs sometime within the next couple of weeks and I plan to release them along with the "Art School Approach EP" as one larger full length. I'll be posting the lyrics to four of the new songs later in this entry. Woo, you're all so excited, I can tell. Really.
Anyhow, I feel pretty good. These past few months have been rough for me. Granted, thats as much my fault as it is anyone else's. Breakups aren't cool and this one got to me pretty bad. But, I've come to realize the benefits of feeling as hurt, angry, and lost as I did. I can see how the situation has changed me for the better and how now I feel much healthier than I have since before the start of college. For realz. I can see how I acted as an ingrate and child for the past few years. I can see the decisions I made which hurt people who love me and which ended up alienating me from developing and/or continuing relationships which I truly did love looking back on it. It stinks to realize that you've acted like a moron, but at least I know not to act that way again and for that I'm better off.
For a while, I thought a lot of the things that happened weren't my fault at all. Then, for a while I thought everything was my fault. But now, like Goldilocks, I have discovered the perfect balance in my porridge of blame (yes I did just reference Goldilocks, I know, I suck, whatever). I've realized it doesn't effing matter whose fault what was. This is especially true in my past relationship. I kept looking for someone to blame whether it was me or her. But now I know it just doesn't matter. All that matters is that our feelings for each other were real and that I meant just about every single word I ever said to her. In realizing this, I feel like my whole person has been absolved of some incredible weight. Somewhere inside of me I do sort of have the childish wish that all could still be saved between us and we could realize our faults and once again feel the way we did about each other. But, I'm not stupid and the world isn't a fairytale. I think that might just be the woeful artist/writer in me coming out. I hope she's happy, even if it isn't with me and that's something I never thought I'd be able to say and actually mean about someone.
In other news, Im turning 20. Hot damn, 20 years old! I can do absolutely nothing more than I was able to this past year, the only difference being that I will officially be stripped of the title "teenager" which isn't so bad I guess. I'm looking forward much more to spending the weekend at Hampshire College with one of my best friends and partaking in some delightfully costumed debauchery. I'm dressing as the scariest possible thing I could think of for Halloween this year...A MCCAIN SUPPORTER!!! The thought of it chills me to my core.
Anyhow, here are the lyrics to four songs I recently finished writing and intend to record with the next batch in the upcoming week or two. The subject matter is a little different from the last go round, lets see if you can figure out what they're all about. Feel free to ask and keep posted on them here and my Myspace. If you care, that is.
LYRICS:
Just Like Before
and I know it's alright to feel alone
it's alright to try to drown in your own words
and i think that i fell in love again
that i let myself go down that same path
just like before
and i want to make you my own
'cause you don't want to be alone
even though you should
did you feel the way that we touched?
it sent a chill down my bones into my boots
just like before
just a little more time
another word to rhyme
another song to sing about myself
another way to go
just another show
a way to hide how lonely i feel now
just like before
Dreamin'
stop, pass the pipe this way
blow out the smoke that clouds your head all day
lay down the blanket, rest your head on my arm
under the old tree in the back of your yard
and then i wake up.
suddenly woken from my sleep, i snuff out my candle
then, im back in the dream, my eyes scan your frame
stare at shapes in the clouds; that one looks like you
even though it's not true, you kiss me anyway.
breathe, take a look at the scene
"how could this work?"
"only in a dream, under that tree."
maybe we could be more than a dream
a dream within a dream
a dream within a dream
Let it Ride
well, would it be okay if I asked to stay the night?
we'll share your bed and your cozy sheets and hold each other tight
I know that we're just friends but here on such a frigid night
we'll let whatever happens go, I say lets "let it ride"
and these changes
are strange to feel
and these changes
dont seem real
but this is how i cope
so let's let our worries go
get gone.
flyin' in the wind.
I say to you that we should get some coffee on sunday
we could walk and we could talk and waste the day away
I think i know just what I want but I dont want to say
So ill make a move in hoping that you'll feel the same
and these changes
are strange to feel
and these changes
dont seem real
but this is how i cope
so let's let our worries go
get gone.
flyin' in the wind.
In Trees
as we sit and we chat of the times gone past
i reach for a bottle of wine
i ask that you stay with me on the grass
im certain you have more time
here, take a bite of this magical fruit
and in time your mind will see
see the world for itself so easy and free
as we bake in the sun and its shine
so we pass
one more time
'cause we need no place to hide
and we drink
all the wine
and the world, it looks just fine
we can hear all the sounds, we can feel all the noise
of the static that dampens the day
we can rise, we can fall with the highs and the lows
of the tide as it rolls in the bay
if there's a place and a time, there's a will and a way
to make all your troubles be free
so let's find some time and a place in the woods
to admire the beauty in trees
so we pass
one more time
'cause we need no place to hide
and we drink
all the wine
and the world it looks just fine
yes, the world it looks just fine.
Thanks for reading all of this, stay posted and keep on smiling.
P, B.
Anyhow, I feel pretty good. These past few months have been rough for me. Granted, thats as much my fault as it is anyone else's. Breakups aren't cool and this one got to me pretty bad. But, I've come to realize the benefits of feeling as hurt, angry, and lost as I did. I can see how the situation has changed me for the better and how now I feel much healthier than I have since before the start of college. For realz. I can see how I acted as an ingrate and child for the past few years. I can see the decisions I made which hurt people who love me and which ended up alienating me from developing and/or continuing relationships which I truly did love looking back on it. It stinks to realize that you've acted like a moron, but at least I know not to act that way again and for that I'm better off.
For a while, I thought a lot of the things that happened weren't my fault at all. Then, for a while I thought everything was my fault. But now, like Goldilocks, I have discovered the perfect balance in my porridge of blame (yes I did just reference Goldilocks, I know, I suck, whatever). I've realized it doesn't effing matter whose fault what was. This is especially true in my past relationship. I kept looking for someone to blame whether it was me or her. But now I know it just doesn't matter. All that matters is that our feelings for each other were real and that I meant just about every single word I ever said to her. In realizing this, I feel like my whole person has been absolved of some incredible weight. Somewhere inside of me I do sort of have the childish wish that all could still be saved between us and we could realize our faults and once again feel the way we did about each other. But, I'm not stupid and the world isn't a fairytale. I think that might just be the woeful artist/writer in me coming out. I hope she's happy, even if it isn't with me and that's something I never thought I'd be able to say and actually mean about someone.
In other news, Im turning 20. Hot damn, 20 years old! I can do absolutely nothing more than I was able to this past year, the only difference being that I will officially be stripped of the title "teenager" which isn't so bad I guess. I'm looking forward much more to spending the weekend at Hampshire College with one of my best friends and partaking in some delightfully costumed debauchery. I'm dressing as the scariest possible thing I could think of for Halloween this year...A MCCAIN SUPPORTER!!! The thought of it chills me to my core.
Anyhow, here are the lyrics to four songs I recently finished writing and intend to record with the next batch in the upcoming week or two. The subject matter is a little different from the last go round, lets see if you can figure out what they're all about. Feel free to ask and keep posted on them here and my Myspace. If you care, that is.
LYRICS:
Just Like Before
and I know it's alright to feel alone
it's alright to try to drown in your own words
and i think that i fell in love again
that i let myself go down that same path
just like before
and i want to make you my own
'cause you don't want to be alone
even though you should
did you feel the way that we touched?
it sent a chill down my bones into my boots
just like before
just a little more time
another word to rhyme
another song to sing about myself
another way to go
just another show
a way to hide how lonely i feel now
just like before
Dreamin'
stop, pass the pipe this way
blow out the smoke that clouds your head all day
lay down the blanket, rest your head on my arm
under the old tree in the back of your yard
and then i wake up.
suddenly woken from my sleep, i snuff out my candle
then, im back in the dream, my eyes scan your frame
stare at shapes in the clouds; that one looks like you
even though it's not true, you kiss me anyway.
breathe, take a look at the scene
"how could this work?"
"only in a dream, under that tree."
maybe we could be more than a dream
a dream within a dream
a dream within a dream
Let it Ride
well, would it be okay if I asked to stay the night?
we'll share your bed and your cozy sheets and hold each other tight
I know that we're just friends but here on such a frigid night
we'll let whatever happens go, I say lets "let it ride"
and these changes
are strange to feel
and these changes
dont seem real
but this is how i cope
so let's let our worries go
get gone.
flyin' in the wind.
I say to you that we should get some coffee on sunday
we could walk and we could talk and waste the day away
I think i know just what I want but I dont want to say
So ill make a move in hoping that you'll feel the same
and these changes
are strange to feel
and these changes
dont seem real
but this is how i cope
so let's let our worries go
get gone.
flyin' in the wind.
In Trees
as we sit and we chat of the times gone past
i reach for a bottle of wine
i ask that you stay with me on the grass
im certain you have more time
here, take a bite of this magical fruit
and in time your mind will see
see the world for itself so easy and free
as we bake in the sun and its shine
so we pass
one more time
'cause we need no place to hide
and we drink
all the wine
and the world, it looks just fine
we can hear all the sounds, we can feel all the noise
of the static that dampens the day
we can rise, we can fall with the highs and the lows
of the tide as it rolls in the bay
if there's a place and a time, there's a will and a way
to make all your troubles be free
so let's find some time and a place in the woods
to admire the beauty in trees
so we pass
one more time
'cause we need no place to hide
and we drink
all the wine
and the world it looks just fine
yes, the world it looks just fine.
Thanks for reading all of this, stay posted and keep on smiling.
P, B.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
I really really really fucking hate...
when i can't fall asleep and I don't know what to do so i fiddle around with a guitar, write some words, discard the words, put the guitar down, read a little bit, and then resort to updating a blog which i haven't touched in way too many weeks.
Im feeling a nice long entry coming up after this Holiday weekend in which I will get to see all of my delightful chums and compadres.
Ummm....3 quick things before i peace out.
-Rage Against the Latrine...lolz Weiner
-Literate Citizens...pomo hip-hop fur shiz
-The new Dungen Album...utterly amazing
Bye Now.
Im feeling a nice long entry coming up after this Holiday weekend in which I will get to see all of my delightful chums and compadres.
Ummm....3 quick things before i peace out.
-Rage Against the Latrine...lolz Weiner
-Literate Citizens...pomo hip-hop fur shiz
-The new Dungen Album...utterly amazing
Bye Now.
Monday, September 1, 2008
It's Done!
The EP is finished, it is five tracks long and is titled, "Art School Approach"
Here are the lyrics listed in the order in which they can be heard on the EP:
Monolith
Just because you can read and write and do a little math, that doesnt mean you deserve to conquer the Universe.
Nihilist
Im not telling you how I feel
You don’t need to know anyhow
I guess maybe Im just better off alone
Im gonna walk the streets at night
Take a shot and start a fight
Fuck you, I don’t care at all
The Walls, they tumble down
I need to find some peace of mind
Brown hair with a nice behind
Tell some lies and bring her back to the room
How can you judge what I do
Don’t you dare judge what I say
What do I care? Ill go do it anyway
The Walls, they tumble down
I don’t want your politics
I hate it all, don’t give me that
You know, you’re just a piece of shit
I’ve had my fill of happy songs
I can’t stand fucking sing-alongs
Get away
The Walls, they tumble down
Metaphor
Thunder cracks on the boat, then it rocks and we’re sinking
A wooded masterpiece stabbed in the heart and it’s bleeding
The pitch black sky of a moonless night, my heart...is beating
But I know everything will be alright
We get tossed from the starboard side and the ocean is freezing
I see fins in the distance, closer and closer they’re circling
Fisherman scream, harpoons and lances flying
No stars in the sky on this deadly night, but you’re here with me
So I know everything will be alright
Yes, I know everything will be alright
You
Well I opened up the door, walked into the room
saw a sea of faces looking every way
And I saw a pair of eyes as blue as the summer sky
and I said, "Baby would you please come my way?"
But I have to watch what I say to you
‘Cause I might lose my cool over you
I knew right from the start, the ending would be hard
but I pushed, I pulled, I tried anyway
I never told you lies, always had a surprise
and I still think about you everyday
But I have to watch what I say about you
‘Cause I might lose my cool over you
You said we should meet up and then gave me a hug
And we stayed up all night watching stupid shows
Tell me, what do you want? ‘Cause I won’t ever stop
and if you don’t tell me, I can never know
But I have to watch what I say around you
‘Cause I might lose my cool over you
Adjudication
Now Im back with more fury
Don’t move, why you in a hurry?
Don’t you think I wouldn’t find out
Yes I know what the gossip’s about
Don’t walk away
From the things I have to say
Don’t run away
From the things you kept from me
Where’d you go last night?
Im no trying to pick a fight
I just want the truth
Now girl, its your move
Don’t walk away
From the things I have to say
Don’t run away
From the things I have to say
So, those are the words to the EP. If anyone would like a copy of it, theyre free so contact me somehow and ill be sure to get one to you. I dropped off a bunch of them at various locations throughout New Bedford and Newbury Comics. When I gave the demo to the people at Newbury, they offered me a position to play at their 30th birthday party on Saturday September 13th at the N. Dartmouth location, I accepted and Im very excited to perform. The set begins at 7:00 pm if anyone is interested in coming to watch. There will be other bands playing as well, hopefully itll be a fun time.
I just finished recording a song I wrote three nights ago at about 1:30 in the morning. Its not the same quality as my demo obviously, I recorded it in my bedroom and used very very minimal mastering. Frankly, I think my voice kind of sounds like shit on the track, I can blame that on my stuffy nose or my complete lack of a good vocal mic. Either way, I think it's a nice track and the lyrics are pretty damn emo which usually is not my M.O. I posted it on my music myspace, www.myspace.com/nickeljam. Everyone should check that out along with the few other tracks I have posted from the Art School Approach Demo.
By the way, I still have not heard from "yousuckalot" but thats okay. It just confirms my suspicion that they are a spineless immature rat.
Expect some more frequent entries here, Ive been slacking lately and for that I apologize.
Adieu.
Here are the lyrics listed in the order in which they can be heard on the EP:
Monolith
Just because you can read and write and do a little math, that doesnt mean you deserve to conquer the Universe.
Nihilist
Im not telling you how I feel
You don’t need to know anyhow
I guess maybe Im just better off alone
Im gonna walk the streets at night
Take a shot and start a fight
Fuck you, I don’t care at all
The Walls, they tumble down
I need to find some peace of mind
Brown hair with a nice behind
Tell some lies and bring her back to the room
How can you judge what I do
Don’t you dare judge what I say
What do I care? Ill go do it anyway
The Walls, they tumble down
I don’t want your politics
I hate it all, don’t give me that
You know, you’re just a piece of shit
I’ve had my fill of happy songs
I can’t stand fucking sing-alongs
Get away
The Walls, they tumble down
Metaphor
Thunder cracks on the boat, then it rocks and we’re sinking
A wooded masterpiece stabbed in the heart and it’s bleeding
The pitch black sky of a moonless night, my heart...is beating
But I know everything will be alright
We get tossed from the starboard side and the ocean is freezing
I see fins in the distance, closer and closer they’re circling
Fisherman scream, harpoons and lances flying
No stars in the sky on this deadly night, but you’re here with me
So I know everything will be alright
Yes, I know everything will be alright
You
Well I opened up the door, walked into the room
saw a sea of faces looking every way
And I saw a pair of eyes as blue as the summer sky
and I said, "Baby would you please come my way?"
But I have to watch what I say to you
‘Cause I might lose my cool over you
I knew right from the start, the ending would be hard
but I pushed, I pulled, I tried anyway
I never told you lies, always had a surprise
and I still think about you everyday
But I have to watch what I say about you
‘Cause I might lose my cool over you
You said we should meet up and then gave me a hug
And we stayed up all night watching stupid shows
Tell me, what do you want? ‘Cause I won’t ever stop
and if you don’t tell me, I can never know
But I have to watch what I say around you
‘Cause I might lose my cool over you
Adjudication
Now Im back with more fury
Don’t move, why you in a hurry?
Don’t you think I wouldn’t find out
Yes I know what the gossip’s about
Don’t walk away
From the things I have to say
Don’t run away
From the things you kept from me
Where’d you go last night?
Im no trying to pick a fight
I just want the truth
Now girl, its your move
Don’t walk away
From the things I have to say
Don’t run away
From the things I have to say
So, those are the words to the EP. If anyone would like a copy of it, theyre free so contact me somehow and ill be sure to get one to you. I dropped off a bunch of them at various locations throughout New Bedford and Newbury Comics. When I gave the demo to the people at Newbury, they offered me a position to play at their 30th birthday party on Saturday September 13th at the N. Dartmouth location, I accepted and Im very excited to perform. The set begins at 7:00 pm if anyone is interested in coming to watch. There will be other bands playing as well, hopefully itll be a fun time.
I just finished recording a song I wrote three nights ago at about 1:30 in the morning. Its not the same quality as my demo obviously, I recorded it in my bedroom and used very very minimal mastering. Frankly, I think my voice kind of sounds like shit on the track, I can blame that on my stuffy nose or my complete lack of a good vocal mic. Either way, I think it's a nice track and the lyrics are pretty damn emo which usually is not my M.O. I posted it on my music myspace, www.myspace.com/nickeljam. Everyone should check that out along with the few other tracks I have posted from the Art School Approach Demo.
By the way, I still have not heard from "yousuckalot" but thats okay. It just confirms my suspicion that they are a spineless immature rat.
Expect some more frequent entries here, Ive been slacking lately and for that I apologize.
Adieu.
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