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So I write songs & poetry only infrequently – as I once stated in a song I wrote, about once every two years.

Still, I've written some halfway decent things, I think. The complete list of lyrics I want to confess to writing is here, although there are far more buried in the recesses of my journal that I'd just as soon forget, and some things I'd like to show you but cannot find. Lord knows how much is only written longhand and buried in a cabinet. The most recent two songs I linked actually have audio tracks of me singing a capella into my cellphone, outside on a windy day! And of my other songs, some actually have guitar chords and one has a piano track, but I will NEVER find any of the accompaniment again, I promise. Alas.

But yeah, anyway, it's been about two years since I wrote a song, and apparently my brain thinks it's time again. I've got partial lyrics for what look like two very different pieces.

Presented without further comment, here they are:

Breathing in the darkness
we're dreaming and we're artless
we'll never feel alone
the moment holds you close
breathing in the darkness


and

all your problems
have you in common
occam's razor
isn't slicing in your favor


Thoughts?

Someday I will actually have enough material to cut an album or something. I mean, I actually have more than enough, but most of it is terrible. I already have an album name all picked out, a remnant from my time in various bands so amateurish none of them ever performed ( The Saguaro Lowriders; Angel Dolls, and Hazardous Material being those bands – punk, goth, and punk, respectively). Hazardous Material would actually be the album name, because of the pun contained in the abbreviation. None of my bandmates ever guessed why I insisted we call ourselves that.

Jumblesong.

Apr. 6th, 2005 01:15 pm
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I want to feel transcendance like the wind
lean into my fate and feel it bend
I want to know something I cannot see
hear it dismissed as fallacy
and smile and know I've had it right all along

I want to sink above and rise below
disoriented vertigo
A mixed-up kid with mixed-up memories
And something of a taste for self defeat
I want to close my eyes and hear this song

I want to hear a whisper in the dark
to take this disaffection, make it mine
and revel in my discontent this time
and to feel I bear that awful mark
and roam alone out in the rain
I want to do it all again.
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I actually _started_ writing this on LJ. My 'Keyboard Confessionals' post, as i recall. This is the end result.


What the Morning Brings

The sun has risen, and I feel a little better, a little paler, a little colder
and as the day goes on I'm sure I'll feel or I'll wish I was older
because it's very seldom that answers follow in the wake of light
just sixteen more hours of waiting before we're plunged back into night
and I know I wish I hope I could find a way to stop asking myself these things
but until I can I'll have to settle for seeing what the morning brings.

And I could never sleep knowing you are near
I could never sublimate an irrational fear
I could never stop asking myself
Why I have to care
And I could never get an answer
It’s more than I could bear-

The sun has risen and I’ve never come closer to knowing something like what the truth might be,
And as the day goes on I’ll feel a little less sure of you and me,
Because it’s very seldom that you make me doubt my expectations
Just sixteen hours of backsliding we’re back to our old relations
And I know I dream I scream aloud for closure of a much more healthy type,
But before I know if I can get it, I will have to wait for tonight.

And I could never sleep knowing you are near
I could never sublimate an irrational fear
I could never stop asking myself
Why I have to care
And I could never get an answer
It’s more than I could bear-

And I could never sleep knowing you are near
I could never sublimate an irrational fear
I could never stop asking myself
Why I have to care
And I could never get an answer
It’s more than I could bear-

The sun has risen, and I feel a little better, a little paler, a little colder
and I know I wish I hope I could find a way to stop asking myself these things
but until I can I'll have to settle for seeing what the morning brings.
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Alchemy

You can be as pure and cold as water
Intoxicating as the driest red wine
You’re not the image of a dream girl, not how I thought her-
But I intend to make you mine.
You can give me cold shoulder,
You can tell me that I’m dreamin’.
You can ask me to act my age, or a little older,
Or ask me what do I believe in?

I believe in Alchemy
I believe I’ll bring you in from the cold
I believe you’ll start to warm up to me
When I show you how I can turn lead into gold.

You distract me when I’m working
I end up beating plowshares into swords
And you inspire me with a purpose
I turn sour notes into triumphant chords.
You let me transcend my limitations
Make the ephemeral concrete and-
You make me think about creation,
You make me ask myself: What d I believe in?

What do I believe in?

(charged with energy) I believe in Alchemy
I believe I’ll bring you in from the cold
I believe you’ll start to warm up to me
When I show you how I can turn lead into gold.

(slowly, quietly) I believe in Alchemy
I believe I’ll bring you in from the cold
I believe you’ll start to warm up to me
When I show you how I can turn lead into gold.
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v1- Just another boring average day
of misery and suffering
broke all the rules at work and play
got hurt but I'm recovering
well I'm kinda clumsy, kinda dumb
got two left feet and I'm all thumbs
sometmes i think that my head
ain't screwed on tight enough...

chorus- but I'm only subhuman
sometimes I do things right
only subhuman
and I don't wanna fight
yeah, I'm only subhuman,
but I guess that's not quite
good enough for you!

v2- Well if you're gonna dump me go ahead
don't leave me hangin here
make the cut, yeah you can shred
those ties we held so dear
if your standards weren't so high
this might hurt and i might cry
as it is I'll have you know
I knew this day would come

-chorus-

v3- if you didn't have to criticize
maybethis would't be the end
and I guess that 'love' shit was all lies
unless you'd like to make amends
all those times you told me
I wasn't up to snuff
but I just discovered you're the one
who isn't good enough

bridge- so if you're feeling subhuman
a little lonely tonight
if your infallible wisdom
just found out it's not right
if your piercing blind judgement
finally reagined it's sight...

maybe we're not a perfect match
but we could make it work
if you'll just stop talking trash
I won't be such a jerk
maybe neither one of us
has ever had a clue
but it would be okay with me
if you're subhman too-

-chorus, chords, end-
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V1- Already an addict at 14
Not his fault, it's in his jeans
inherited
it's in his head

Colorful hallucinations
Not a shocking revelation
to anyone
he says it's fun

and-

Chorus- He's a Tetriphiliac
A certifiable Maniac
Gameboy glued into his hands
Gunpei Yokoi is the man


V2- Falling blocks of many colors
rotating shapes coming from above or

dropping faster than a prom dress
making a big mess
on the bottom of the screen
hypnotic like a dream
guiding the falling shapes, (it)
really makes him go ape (shit)

he claims
it's more than just a game
says it isn't really lame

but-


( Chorus )

Coda/V3/thingie- He cheers when he cascades
says we rain on his parade
get rehab and this charade
you're starting to go retro-grade

you can beat this
hooked on Tetris
yeah you bet it's

Time to stop the game.

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