Banana

Finally, something a little recent. I wrote this for my band in San Diego.

I'll let you take what you want from the song. The title needs some explaining, though. It has absolutely no connection to the song. During band practice, we were always very easily distracted. Sometimes to get everyone's attention, I would say something really absurd (and really loud) into the microphone. Once I yelled "I am a banana" before this song and it did the trick. From then on, whenever we started this song, I would yell "banana." And the name stuck. Even after the band broke up.

Banana

there must have been a time we knew what we wanted
but here i am barely keeping my head afloat above this
sinking city - ready or not - pins and needles - here it comes
this ends tonight, this ends tonight!

we are artists, are we waiting for muses?
...this is not amusing, waiting for our masterpiece.

let me touch, let me taste.
let me lose. let me waste
my last breath to tell you my name.
let me find something obscene.
let me lust. just let me be.
i'm incomplete.

blinded by hindsight. these city lights, they burn my eyes
and no one wants to listen anymore
confused by the scene... of sweet uncertainty
this carnival, it ends tonight!

we are artists, are we waiting for muses?
...this is not amusing, waiting for our masterpiece.

let me touch, let me taste.
let me lose. let me waste
my last breath to tell you my name.
let me find something obscene.
let me lust. just let me be.
i'm incomplete.

somewhere scribbled on a napkin...
...are words that can change the world.

let me touch, let me taste.
let me lose. let me waste.
let me find something obscene.
let me lust, just let me be.
let me miss, let me lie,
let me blur between the lines.
let me trust, let me try.
let me pretend. don't ask me why.
i'm incomplete.
i'm incomplete.
i'm incomplete.
i'm incomplete.

Two in the Bush

No comment...

Two in the Bush

everything in this room
right here finds its way back to you
but tonight's the last night
that i can think of you

your hand holding a kiss
that you blew from your wrist.
once. lost in transit
but i didn't let go. until the end.

i need to close my book
on all the songs
i've written you
and while i now fly free
he is just a bird in hand.
intentional.
how's this for goodbye?

my song holds a kiss
that grazed your lips. once.
but should it lose its way
i'll not stop singing. until the end.

so how's this for goodbye?

he is just a bird in hand
chasing away the ghost of what could have been.

Stop

In my head, the "stop"s are as much musical as they are lyrical. There's an abrupt pause whenever I say it. ::shrug:: Hard to describe what's in my mind.

Another song from a few years back where I'm kinda sick of my life at the time.

Stop.

stop
it's getting crowded in here
and its hard to say what i need to say
stop
it's getting too loud to hear
it'd be a good time to get away

can we go out for a while
and get rid of this place?
i'm saving my good days for later
...enchante

stop
things got so complicated
today kinda caught me from a blind side
stop
it's been silver plated
but it seems i never have the time

can we forget this please?
just leave it behind by turning the car keys.

can we go out for a while
and get rid of this place?
i'm saving my good days for later
stop
can we go out for a while
and get rid of this place
i'm saving my good days for later
...enchante
but not today
just not today.

Jaded

Ummm... this song was inspired by a stripper. Her stage name was Jade.

It's not really about her. It's not ABOUT anything, really. It just describes the feelings I'd get sometimes... the unlucky thoughts that'd keep me up all night... and the people and places where I'd often hang out when I was down.

As far as the song goes, it probably needs a bridge...

Jaded

get jaded
and call out
don't take for granted that that's expected

get jaded
or fall out
it's different to know you're being neglected

i see
you're green eyes
they do nothing
if you don't smile

so help me lose these unlucky thoughts
they could haunt me until dawn
let me lose them in your arms
i want to be jaded all night long

get jaded
and hold on
it can get dizzy, chasing my tail

get jaded
or move on
do i even have a name?

i see
you're green eyes
they do nothing
if you don't smile

so help me lose these unlucky thoughts
they could haunt me until dawn
let me lose them in your arms
i want to be jaded all night long

Strong Coffee

I just chose an arbitrary name pulled from one of the verses. Enjoy.

Strong Coffee

sitting
thinking
searching for the ways
to break out of his cage
watching the sun creep down
hoping that it's not too late
a reckless mind that won't put on the brakes

go let it out

stuck, then
waiting
listen to static on the radio
anything to chase the silence
that makes him think
they all say that it's ok

go let it out

don't put it off a little longer
it's every day's tomorrow
just take the first step and trust
the rest of you will follow

yesterday
had to stay
he remembers that she said
to go take a chance
his coffee's too strong like his mom used to make
but it's not the reason for his shakes

go let it out

moving
tomorrow
he tells himself he's treading in the water
and in the sunset and in the static
this is the end
this is the end of something

go let it out

don't put it off a little longer
it's every day's tomorrow
take that frightful first step and trust
the rest of you will follow

Weeping Willow

I can hear this in my head as a very dark, moody song. Not too wordy in the way of lyrics, tho.

I dated a girl, and once when she was crying her hair spilled over and it reminded me of a...

Weeping Willow

lay there with your face in my pillow
hair spilling over. a weeping willow.
you finally showed another side to me.
now, roll over and weep in the shade of my tree.

where do you go for your inspiration?
is it your television shows or your afternoon drinks?
you just shake your head when you spill your coffee,
but how long can you fake being happy?

and i know
you don't want this.
this is not what you want.

you lay there with your face in my pillow
hair spilling over. a weeping willow.

Moving On

In an attempt to speed up this process, I'm not gonna comment much.

Besides, we've all been here before...

and ugh... crappy title. Any better ideas?

Moving On

we've been through this before
said these same words, sang this same song
we've been through this before
and it's getting easier to leave you
i'm starting to get used to this
i'm sorry, but it's come to this for now

i'm gonna climb this like a mountain
before i come tumbling down
swim it madly like a river
just before i drown
i've been here before, and it won't be the last
but this time, it's time, it's time
moving on

somehow thought it'd be different
bite my tongue, i'm losing patience
the taste of leaving is blood and salt
it's time i'm moving on
the words are in the pictures
i'm moving on
moving
moving on.

It's about that time

I have slacked off again. The goal of this blog was to get all my music down before I moved. I have only... let's see... fourteen days left in San Diego, so I'd better get to work.

If anyone reads this, I appreciate your patience and hope you enjoy the next two weeks of posts. It's about that time...

I'm going to town.