Artist: Eyedea & Abilities
Album: E&A
Title: Glass
I'm gonna run from the voice of reason 'till it turns to laughter
Against the masquerade like I don't believe in the morning after
the chronicles contain a few hidden chapters
Which keep our mirrors dirty, in case vanity backfires
a cold grin curtains hunger pains and eagerness
in one throw you could expose up my weaknesses
I'm putty in your hands kept my ways buried'in sand
until you learn to look through a window no one else can
oh charity, clarity, honesty excitement
the one with class, falsely accused, misconstrued
anger, sorrow, pact, machinary, decisions
collisions, instant gratification
thinking about you programed to destruct obstacles
What don't kill me, will just me crazier
I'm so filthy, sorry I had to see me like this
I sold you a lie that showed through my eyes
It told you to cry a stained glass suicide
They slowly chiseled down the walls we all hide behind
It's only time before your secrets become weakened headlines
But I'll be fine, suffocating on my own mask
I just wish I could forget how to read between the cracks
perceptive, unethical, digested tunnel vision
methadone, real diamond cut tested
resurrected perfected by well respected professionals
head doctor, head hunter, scratched the surface
lost somewhere, accepted own ability transparent open, curves...? [repeat 2X] I'm living in a world made of windows and mirrors This is safeguard covered crystallized tears giving out different images, same fears One day it's all gonna shatter, and I hope you're right here... see through my anxieties and insecurities rip out my insides put 'em on display, encaged, enraged and break the bottle that I've become, I run I jump I grow completely shattered fractured, captured glad I had the chance to be so helpless see through my 4 corner widow pane so plain and simple brain is crippled walking through a maze when did I decide to be an object to reflecet cruicified for my imperfections I answered every question peeling the tint off of my confession close your eyes if we can death to pride, lets begin I'm glass and its a dream and I don't miss a thing broken mirrors don't bring back nothing cherish image, how do I look any given day you can't kill me if you rebuild me you won't she won't he wont I gotta do it all alone again goodbye fled, no one ever said it was anythin in my head I'm dead everyone lies and lays on top of the point wipe my slate clean..?
Monday, August 28, 2006
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
The Breeders - Divine Hammer
Im just looking
Im just looking for
Just looking for a way around
Just looking for a way around
It disappears this near
It disappears this near
Youre the rod Im water
Youre the rod Im water
Im just looking for the divine hammer
Im just looking for the divine hammer
One divine hammer [2x]
One divine hammer
One divine hammer
Im just looking for one divine hammer
Id bang it all day
Im just looking for one divine hammer
Oh the carpenter goes bang
Id bang it all day
Bang bang
Oh the carpenter goes bang
Im just looking for the divine hammer
Bang bang
Im just looking for one divine hammer
One divine hammer [2x]
One divine hammer
Im just looking for a faith
One divine hammer
Waiting to be followed
It disappears this near
Im just looking for a faith
Youre the rod Im water
Waiting to be followed
Im just looking for one divine hammer
It disappears this near
Youre the rod Im water
One divine hammer
Im just looking for one divine hammer
Divine hammer
One divine hammer
One divine hammer
One divine hammer
One divine hammer
One divine hammer
One divine hammer
Now anyone want to get whacked upside the head?
Friday, August 04, 2006
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Which Chinese Mythological Being Are You?
You are Xuan Wu!Mythological background: Because the turtle has a thick, solid shell that serves as protection - this animal is associated with stability. You enjoy intellectual pursuits. Also, in Feng Shui (the Chinese myths behind choosing a house), the black turtle's solidity is used to protect from cold northern winds.
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Animal Spirit Guides ~ Which One Calls To You?
Bear Spirit Calls To You ~ Bear is spirit keeper of the West, the place of darkness, maturity and good harvest. Bears are active during the night and day. This symbolizes its connection with solar energy, that of strength and power, and lunar energy, that of intuition. The bear holds the teachings of introspection. When it shows up in your life pay attention to how you think, act and interact.
Bear's Wisdom Includes:
*Introspection
*Healing
*Solitude
*Change
*Communication with Spirit
*Birth and rebirth
*Transformation
*Astral travel
*Creature of dreams, shamans and mystics
*Visionaries
*Defense and revenge
*Wisdom
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Thursday, August 03, 2006
just another day in paradise
It was August and the one thing that truely got to me was the winds,
the warm winds of July had turned to the cool winds of August. Which seemed somehow to be pushing against me no matter which direction I rode, always it was against the wind, which seemed to weight me down, like....well you know that feeling when your in a pool or stream and trying to run in the water, that sensation of added resistance, except with the wind the resistance is not fluid, but rather abbrasive....
I'm putting together a castle, a jigsaw puzzle of a castle, I've put together over half a dozen jigsaw puzzles at work...this is the first one in quite a few months, maybe this time all the pieces will be here...
I don't sleep much...when I do I dream...last night in my dream I was carrying around on my back a pack, then held...I believe it was possibly paint, of dream, and therefor having other qualities as well, it was in a pack that has a hose that led to a hand held nozzle-gun that I carried, some people in the dream where put off by my paint gun, and I did cover some people in colour....
so chapter one again, I've read chapter one, the thinker thinks and the prover proves....how do you change thoughts your own or others....affections, to be affected, I clutches at ideas, ego.....
SAPER AUDE....
"Lord -- what was it the barbarian said, as the riders vanished?"
Omnia mutantur, nihil interit...
It's only just a little bit, these things that remind me of earlier times, superficial, because the love the feeling the joy has nowhere to have gone, is nowever inside of me....
ideas to not come to conclusion in and of themselves...people come to conclusions base on how they choose to relate to the ideas, clutching at ideas......change is the only constant....fear is the little death...statis is entropy....evolution, metamorphisis, mutation is life...no thought of my own can tame....delight...and delerium....split sister of dream....not according to the book, or the hand, is the word the essense of man, but the essense of word, is dance my friends, or rather dance is a primative manifestation of ressonance, which from void and since void has always been...
you are heard, every breath every sound, breath in, breath out, and you have been changed, mutated, deviated, the directions is your choice, you are strong and beautiful, your noise is your own, protest loudly, dance, laugh at yourself or someone else will do it for you....
PSA: We're all going to die.....we're all going to DIE! I'm pissed, that's not fair, I don't want to die!
the worst of me is disaffection, passionless and appathetic....the best of me wants you to know the best of you, because I am affected, troubled, stirred up, turned on. That may seem crude if taken in a purely sexual context, but I want to be turned on....that was one of those front porch drinking conversation realizations that I kept to myself at the time, but it's the truth of the matter, if this is it, and yet is has to be other then this, then let this, as it is, be stimulating, let them shake rattle and role, vibration, potential energy, aggitate, catalyst.....
do you know what makes popcorn pop, yes, there is air in the kernel, but it's the moisture inside the kernel that expands with heated...
Should I hold on to my memories, should I hang on to every tear, should I pretend not to know you, pretend I'm not here, there something right here.....I ride to center and am split from there, torn, to render, legal tender, sew and mend your flesh, your friends, dear, hear, and even if it's only just one tear, even if there is no one near, there's a voice whisering in your ear...there is love all around you and you are loved.
If the glass is full
drink up, drink up
this may be the last time I see this cup.
If God wanted us sober
he'd knock the glass over
so while its full
we drink up.
-Jason Webley, "The Drinking Song"
I personally attribute this quote to my dear friend, and fellow piscean, the Reverand Dan, the man, Manzano.
the warm winds of July had turned to the cool winds of August. Which seemed somehow to be pushing against me no matter which direction I rode, always it was against the wind, which seemed to weight me down, like....well you know that feeling when your in a pool or stream and trying to run in the water, that sensation of added resistance, except with the wind the resistance is not fluid, but rather abbrasive....
I'm putting together a castle, a jigsaw puzzle of a castle, I've put together over half a dozen jigsaw puzzles at work...this is the first one in quite a few months, maybe this time all the pieces will be here...
I don't sleep much...when I do I dream...last night in my dream I was carrying around on my back a pack, then held...I believe it was possibly paint, of dream, and therefor having other qualities as well, it was in a pack that has a hose that led to a hand held nozzle-gun that I carried, some people in the dream where put off by my paint gun, and I did cover some people in colour....
so chapter one again, I've read chapter one, the thinker thinks and the prover proves....how do you change thoughts your own or others....affections, to be affected, I clutches at ideas, ego.....
SAPER AUDE....
"Lord -- what was it the barbarian said, as the riders vanished?"
Omnia mutantur, nihil interit...
It's only just a little bit, these things that remind me of earlier times, superficial, because the love the feeling the joy has nowhere to have gone, is nowever inside of me....
ideas to not come to conclusion in and of themselves...people come to conclusions base on how they choose to relate to the ideas, clutching at ideas......change is the only constant....fear is the little death...statis is entropy....evolution, metamorphisis, mutation is life...no thought of my own can tame....delight...and delerium....split sister of dream....not according to the book, or the hand, is the word the essense of man, but the essense of word, is dance my friends, or rather dance is a primative manifestation of ressonance, which from void and since void has always been...
you are heard, every breath every sound, breath in, breath out, and you have been changed, mutated, deviated, the directions is your choice, you are strong and beautiful, your noise is your own, protest loudly, dance, laugh at yourself or someone else will do it for you....
PSA: We're all going to die.....we're all going to DIE! I'm pissed, that's not fair, I don't want to die!
the worst of me is disaffection, passionless and appathetic....the best of me wants you to know the best of you, because I am affected, troubled, stirred up, turned on. That may seem crude if taken in a purely sexual context, but I want to be turned on....that was one of those front porch drinking conversation realizations that I kept to myself at the time, but it's the truth of the matter, if this is it, and yet is has to be other then this, then let this, as it is, be stimulating, let them shake rattle and role, vibration, potential energy, aggitate, catalyst.....
do you know what makes popcorn pop, yes, there is air in the kernel, but it's the moisture inside the kernel that expands with heated...
Should I hold on to my memories, should I hang on to every tear, should I pretend not to know you, pretend I'm not here, there something right here.....I ride to center and am split from there, torn, to render, legal tender, sew and mend your flesh, your friends, dear, hear, and even if it's only just one tear, even if there is no one near, there's a voice whisering in your ear...there is love all around you and you are loved.
If the glass is full
drink up, drink up
this may be the last time I see this cup.
If God wanted us sober
he'd knock the glass over
so while its full
we drink up.
-Jason Webley, "The Drinking Song"
I personally attribute this quote to my dear friend, and fellow piscean, the Reverand Dan, the man, Manzano.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Don't let me get to deep...
So here I am trying not to nod my head as coworkers walk by, but I think this song is where it's at...one of those songs I can completely forget about for a year and then it will be playing somewhere....much like Tom's Diner, k'mon folks you know what I'm talking about. This some to me reaffirms my place in the universe, reminds me that, yes, I may slide back and forth between with-if-evers, but there is a this-iverse, where I belong...Don't let me get to deep...
EDDIE BRICKELL & NEW BOHEMIANS What I Am
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know if you know what I mean
Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box
Religion is the smile on a dog
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know if you know what I mean
Choke me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what?
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know if you know what I mean
Philosophy is a walk on slippery rocks
Religion is a light in the fog
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know if you know what I mean
Choke me in the shallow water
Before I get to deep
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what?
Don't let me get too deep
Don't let me get too deep...
EDDIE BRICKELL & NEW BOHEMIANS What I Am
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know if you know what I mean
Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box
Religion is the smile on a dog
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know if you know what I mean
Choke me in the shallow water
Before I get too deep
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what?
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know if you know what I mean
Philosophy is a walk on slippery rocks
Religion is a light in the fog
I'm not aware of too many things
I know what I know if you know what I mean
Choke me in the shallow water
Before I get to deep
What I am is what I am are you what you are or what?
Don't let me get too deep
Don't let me get too deep...
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