No Talent

No Talent

Pinpoint a flapjack,
Throw it down the stairs,
Hardly a bit of sense,
But no one really cares.
Sodomize a pollywog,
Just screw it 'til it's dead,
This song sounds great,
Despite the lyrics,
If I can get it in your head.

It's all about the snappy,
It's gotta have the pop.
Make your head move side to side,
Your body wanna hop.
If you feel the music,
And it makes you wanna go,
Then let me "crank dat Soulja Boy",
And "supah soak dat hoe".

Writing don't take talent,
It's all about the beat,
I've gotta find the right equation,
To make you move your feet.
So get out on the dance floor,
Try to shake that rump,
I wanna play a song,
That will make that body bump.

So bump left,
Bump right,
You can do it all night,
Move your body on the floor,
Make it move just right.
To the sounds of my beat,
Getcha movin' those feet,
Cuz it takes no skill,
Havin' talent is a treat.

Strange thing about lyrics,
Ya don't know what they mean,
And the crtics only care,
If they're dirty or they're clean,
So spiderman a chicken,
Slam it in a door,
I don't care if you mean it,
Bump it on the floor.
Supernova blowing,
Get a grip on a stump,
I wanna play a song,
That will make that body bump.

So bump left,
Bump right,
You can do it all night,
Move your body on the floor,
Make it move just right.
To the sounds of my beat,
Getcha movin' those feet,
Cuz it takes no skill,
Havin' talent is a treat.

Pumpernickle, y'all.
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Sucka!!

They were WRONG!!!

So, as much as I'd like to share the awesomeness of having Heidi with us and tell you about how she peed all over me while I was changing her diaper...I wont. I just want to mention one thing....

When Paola got pregnant everyone we worked with and a few friends (not my parent because they knew better...they knew what I was doing!) told us BOTH that I would gain weight along with her while she was pregnant....

I lost 20 lbs. :)

And I eat more than I have in a long time. Just better I guess.

Woot!

Saturday Night (Babyless)

Based off of your knowledge and assumptions about the things that have transpired in my life over the last couple of years...I'll let you make your own interpretations of this. :)

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A picture painted of me,
It can't be true,
Not who I am,
I'll show that to you.
The monster in me,
Is not anymore,
And an angel's waiting for me,
Holding the door.
Almost by accident,
I fell for you,
Too scared to tell,
What am I to do?
You're lighting my days,
Like a bright shining star,
But afraid to tell you,
I admire from afar.

A feeling in me,
It's what I'm supposed to do,
But the hardest part,
Is convincing you,
Amazing to me,
How hard that I fell,
But lookin' at you.
I'll never tell...

I'm head over heels,
You did this to me,
No breath when we talk,
It's easty to see,
Written in red,
All over my face,
Dreaming of you,
When I'm back at my place,
It's been a long time,
Haven't felt like this,
Not wanting your body,
But craving your kiss..

A feeling in me,
It's what I'm supposed to do,
But the hardest part,
Is convincing you,
Amazing to me,
How hard that I fell,
But lookin' at you.
I'll never tell...

Please talk to me,
Tell me what to do,
Someone save me,
Help me with you.....

A feeling in me,
It's what I'm supposed to do,
But the hardest part,
Is convincing you,
Amazing to me,
How hard that I fell,
But lookin' at you.
I'll never tell...

The Journey Continues

The journey through the old writings continues with a song that was written very early in the process. The general idea was..."Tell me how you feel. If you love me, tell me. If you don't, tell me."

I think many would agree that had my ex wife taken this to heart years ago...it would have saved me alot of heartache, discontent, and confusion..... I've all but forgotten that now though. ;)

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How You Feel

You might not see tomorrow,
It's promised to no one,
Might wake up blind...
You cannot see,
Or be the victim of a gun.

You can't predict the future,
Or the way that things will go,
So if you are in love with me,
You oughtta let me know.

Death comes so fast,
Takes you away,
You might not see another day,
Wake up blind,
Cannot see,
If you are in love with me,
Talk to me,
Let me know,
The only way our Love can grow.

I've gotta hear it.
I've gotta feel.
I want to breathe it,
This love,if it's real.
Make me believe it,
I want to know,
Open up your heart to me,
Let your feelings show.
Can't plan this for Forever,
Forever isn't real,
Open up your Soul to me,
Show me how you feel.

You think that I should know,
But I don't have a clue,
Can't see the hints,
Don't feel the love,
That's all because of you.

You try to keep it secret,
Wont tell me that you care,
I walk the world in heartache,
Now tell me that is fair...

Don't wanna ask,
Shouldn't have to plead,
It's just another thing I need,
Don't leave me blind,
I cannot see,
If you are in love with me,
Talk to me,
Let me know,
The only way our Love can grow.

I've gotta hear it.
I've gotta feel.
I want to breathe it,
This love,if it's real.
Make me believe it,
I want to know,
Open up your heart to me,
Let your feelings show.
Can't plan this for Forever,
Forever isn't real,
Open up your Soul to me,
Show me how you feel.

I've gotta hear it.
I've gotta feel.
I want to breathe it,
This love,if it's real.
Make me believe it,
I want to know,
Open up your heart to me,
Let your feelings show.
Can't plan this for Forever,
Forever isn't real,
Open up your Soul to me,
Show me how you feel.

When "Imbalance" Becomes "Balance"

Over the last two years I spent a significant time in a state of emotional confusion. One nifty thing that came out of these frequent "flare ups" of emotion was that I wrote poems and songs to help cope.

If I posted all of these in chronological order the emotional sequence from anxiety, to anger, to acceptance, to eventually moving on with my life (and even a couple before I "officially" had moved on that described emotions I was beginning to have) would be clearly visible.

Anyways, I wrote this one pretty early on during the process. I was always quite fond of it. Somewhere along the way I heard that "Love" was an emotion that was triggered by an imbalance/chemical reaction in the brain.

Based off of the relationship I have with my wife, I've come to not believe that so much. "Lust" may be chemical, but actual "Love" is something different. (Though "Lust" may be one of the triggering factors.........O.o /ponder)

Anyhow, I've elected to share these writings over time...and chose this one first:

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Chemical Imbalance


I didn't choose you,
Never wanted you in my heart,
So comfortable and secure in myself,
How did these feelings start?

Love is that way,
There's hardly a choice,
Your heart runs away,
Never hearing your voice,
You try to scream out,
As it's going astray,
No need to shout,
Let your heart run away.

(Chorus)
Don't get to force it,
No need to fight it,
You must accept it,
No need to right it,

Just an imbalance,
It's in your brain,
You can't control it,
It'll drive you insane.

Take you to heaven,
Drag you through Hell,
Just an inbalance,
You'll know that you fell
(Chorus)

You didn't choose me,
Resistant to my loving touch,
Facing life with no fear,
But I'll be your crutch.

Love is that way,
You don't choose a thing,
My heart's hear to stay,
You're feeling that sting,
You wanna scream out,
Your heart's gone astray,
No need to shout,
Let your heart run away...

(Chorus)
Don't get to force it,
No need to fight it,
You must accept it,
No need to right it,

Just an imbalance,
It's in your brain,
You can't control it,
It'll drive you insane.

Take you to heaven,
Drag you through Hell,
Just an inbalance,
You'll know that you fell
(Chorus)

So don't be afraid,
Don't shy away,
Love's an imbalance,
My heart's here to stay....

(Chorus)
Don't get to force it,
No need to fight it,
You must accept it,
No need to right it,

Just an imbalance,
It's in your brain,
You can't control it,
It'll drive you insane.

Take you to heaven,
Drag you through Hell,
Just an imbalance,
You'll know that you fell
(Chorus)

(Riff)
I don't choose to love you...
You don't choose to love me...

(Chorus)
Don't get to force it,
No need to fight it,
You must accept it,
No need to right it,

Just an imbalance,
It's in your brain,
You can't control it,
It'll drive you insane.

Take you to heaven,
Drag you through Hell,
Just an imbalance,
You'll know that you fell
(Chorus)

Just A Little Taste

As the last few days have gone by, I've found myself being very lazy with my writing and recording of videos (etc.).

So, as a little treat to those loyal enough to read my blog. I've thrown up an old writing from the hard drive that failed on my recent machine.

The "song" was inspired by my love for gaming. "2fort" is a map in Team Fortress Classic, "For The Horde" is an achievement in World of Warcraft in which you kill all of the Alliance "World Bosses". I know, I know....it's kind of hard to explain it all...but the general gist of the piece is that gaming is my "adrenaline cocktail", which the song was aptly named back then. While it isn't one of the best I've posted...it's clearly one of the "lost" pieces. Maybe someday I'll search through my MySpace blog and share some of the others with you. :)

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2Fort at 12 AM,
Flesh is burnin',
Conc to put me out.
Enemy's got intel again,
Gunna cap,
Loss without a doubt.

But still we're running,
Forget to go to bed,
Chase that scout down,
Put a bullet in his head,
No, we're not gunna fail,
Sipping on my adrenaline cocktail.

"For The Horde" at 2 AM,
Allies sleepin',
Time to take the King out,
Try to form outside the gates,
But it's camped,
Have to find a different route.

So we take the Tram,
Forget to go to bed,
45 of us rush on in,
On the King and now he's dead,
No, we're not gunna fail,
Sipping on my adrenaline cocktail.

You can't understand,
What pulls me in,
Why I sit for hours,
Do the same thing again,
Baby it's not you,
Don't throw a fit,
Killing pixels is my drug,
And I need a hit.

So I'm logging on,
Forget to come to bed,
Be tired in the morning,
With a pounding head.
But we're not gunna fail,
Sipping on my adrenaline cocktail.

Video = Fail

I had a bunch to say, but the video I was recording reached is maximum amount of attempts and I decided to abandon it.

First off, it was extremely hot in my garage. Secondly, I misspoke in the next of the two takes. Then....the light in the garage blew out in the middle of a take. Finally, I knocked the camera off of it's stand onto the ground.

When I finally did manage to pull it all together, I was recording the thing when the former residents of my condo decided to swing by and see if the garage door opener still worked....

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In the end, my message was aimed directly at someone in particular...so I'll go ahead and use this medium to convey it:

Molly,

Not only are you a brilliant song writer, you are also a fabulous musician with a lovely voice and good looks to match.

I see little to no reason for you to be as "terrified" as you are for your upcoming live show and wish I could be there to witness it.

As I've followed you on YouTube, one aspect of your videos is very apparent to me and is a great lesson to all:

You enjoy what you are doing.

So long as you keep this attitude up, and keep having fun...I see no way you can fail. ;)