The Darkness Comes and the Darkness goes

You may not see the end of it
But luckily she comes around
It isn't what she talks about
It's just the way she is

(..and she says)
Ooh darlin' don't you know
The darkness comes and the darkness goes
(...and she says)
Ooh babe why don't you let it go?
Happiness ain't never how you think it should be so

I mystified the simple life
I covered up with consciousness
I saw myself and broke it down
'Til nothing more was left
She saw the symptoms right away
And spoke to me in poetry
"Sometimes the more you wonder why
The worse it seems to get"

(...and she says)
Ooh darlin don't you know
The darkness comes and the darkness goes
(...and she says)
Ooh babe why don't you let it go?
Happiness ain't never how you think it should be so
But she runs away
She runs away....

And then you know there comes a time
You need her more than anything
You may believe yours are the wounds
That only she can heal
Then everything will turn around
And she becomes so serious
What she choose to offer you
Was all that you could have

(...and she says)
Ooh darlin don't you know
The darkness comes and the darkness goes
(...and she says)
Ooh babe why don't you let it go?
Happiness ain't never how you think it should be so
But she runs away
She runs away...
She runs away...
She runs away...

What's at the renegade craft fair? Buttons.

I feel as if I'm in a novel. I've read this novel long ago. I imagined it perfectly in my mind. I lay my head on your neck and see a flash image of this long forgotten world in my mind. Everything around me stops. The world comes to a halt.

I walk down the street unsure whose footsteps I feel beneath me. The soft wind blows in a dark but starless sky.

I walk out of the subway into a dark park slope. Midnight came and went long ago. Behind me I hear tears I can no longer tend to. A longed for eternal hug overwhelms me.

I am emotionless this day. I walked in an empty public pool with crafty people. I tasted new flavors that have addicted me. I remembered who my soul would never let me forget to be.

I've never seen such a crafty skirt.

My Foreign Music Pic of the Week - Stereo Total!

Ok, these guys rock it French/German style! Go to their myspace page… http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=3370361

Then go to their home page where you can download some amazing older stuff from them… http://www.stereototal.de/music/download_rare.html

This is a bit of their history:
In the winter 1992/93 Françoise Cactus and Brezel Göring met while shopping in a bakery in Adalbertstraße, Berlin. Françoise played in the French girl-garage-punk-R'n'R-Band Lolitas (they released 5 albums in Germany and France and toured all over Europe and America) and Brezel had the experimental-noise-copyright-ignoring-tapeloop-soundeffects project called Sigmund Freud Experience (they did 3 vinyl-records, 100 copies each). The logo of the band was shown on the backside of the first record "OH AH". This sign was painted on a mix-tape Françoise made for Brezel which was named STEREO TOTAL. At this time it was impossible to find a label with this unusual mix of musical influences and languages: the band played French Chanson, Disco, Rockabilly, Garage in a very minimal, simplified, essential way with self built guitars and cheap electronics: the lyrics where French or German.

Adver-tease

Is it wrong how much I seem to like the old navy and gap christmas songs? Or all their other commercials?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nEOM9RnaRkA&mode=related&search=

http://www.gap.com/browse/category.do?cid=26203&mlink=16591,650755,17&clink=650755

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d4Hu6up9Xng

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJ2XBzq387c

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V4mYjc7g-so

I think so. The problem is it's not just the latest comercials. Many of my friends will remember my short obsessions with the gap comercial that had "Jasmine on my mind" playing in the back ground. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2SGIZBnAKA I could have watched that commercial for days!

Do I buy anything at gap or old navy? Not really. Do I appreciate their forcing mainstream artists to create such catchy toons, or tricking actors into dancing like fools, or paying models to lipsing? You bet ya I do!

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History always repeats itself!

This was the question:
Who created the stigma that hairy + man = manly and sexy?I mean it's obvious hairy + women = unsexy, but whoever says men with hair all over them is sexy?I mean sure, you are good to have around in the winter time, but how else are you useful?

This was the obvious answer!:

How else are we useful! First of all I have exclusive hairy man rights to my body type. I mean how many guys can claim the manliness of a hairy body perfectly proportioned? I have the legs of a tiger! The arms of a bear! The chest of an eagle! And the back of a dolphin! I'm like a freakin' superhero!

So, yes we are warm in the wintertime, that's true. We are also always in fashion. How so, you ask? Hairless men are forever that, hairless. We hairy men have 'options'. If I want to be less hairy today than I was yesterday it would only take a simple set of clippers. Non-hairies are forever stuck looking like they have the body of a 13-year-old. Now you may think, "why would anyone want to be hairy?" Have you ever heard of fashion repeating itself? I'm telling you the days of the Tom Selleck chest are coming back. You may not want to believe me, but you know in your heart it will happen.


Next, if you think running your fingers through the hair on a man's head is sexy then you will be tingling with delight at running your fingers through the hair of a man's ENTIRE body! Oh my!


Lastly, most girls are hairy too. They spend all this time shaving and waxing and trimming, but they still feel self-conscience about being hairy. Now if you have a man who has less body hair than you... well, I don't know about you, but I'd have some self esteem issues. However, if your man was always hairier than you no matter how long you waited between waxings you'd never feel bad about your body. You'd get out of the shower, after deciding not to shave your legs that day, look at your man’s hairy naked body and step legs out of the shower with pride!


So, don't knock the hairy man. He is the foundation of our society.

Music Pic Of The Week - Camera Obscura

Ya, their from Glaslow, Scotland. Ya, they've been around for a while. Ya, they are a bit on the country side. However, they have enough ingenuity and pop that I felt they need to be put on my pick of the week. Their new album is great even if they did loose their male singer, eliminating the back and forth ballets. Take a listen to "If looks could kill".

http://www.myspace.com/cameraobscuraband

Freckles Are The New Diamonds!

Come out of the shadows! I hate it that you stay in the shadows. I hate that you can conceal yourself in this way. Why do we play these games? Why do we work this way? You see me. I see you. You think you know me. I think I know you. Now remove the vale.
What if you knew your own power? What if you understood what few others do? What if you decided to choose a life demure? What if you chose to live the life less than who you were? What could possibly motivate this type of action in a person? What is so great that a person would give up his own ability? It would first of all have to be something greater than himself. Could that be another? How can another person be greater than one’s self? Any human has the ability to be greater than another at one time or another. So would he be willing to live this life less lived for a human whom only at times was greater than he? Seems foolish. No, it could not be a reason, or a motivation, or a drive with in another. That would not last long. Only one thing could cause this man to live a life lesser… God. Nothing else can work. No one else can motivate him to give up the reward of his own abilities. Nothing is greater than the reward of his own abilities than the reward that is unaccomplished by his own abilities. The only things out a true man’s reach are the things held in God’s hands. So he sheds off his former life and does not turn around to what his self could have possibly brought him, for it can not compare to that in the hand that is reaching out for him.

Here Is A Page From My Old Book

Today, in an effort to move a dump truck load of dirt by shovel and wheelbarrow, I tore the sole off my shoe. Instantly a horrible childhood memory, I had seemingly forgotten, rushed back to me. It was a muggy morning in May 1988. I awoke with anger to the sound of my father's knock, beckoning me to another hated day at school. Two weeks earlier my shorts had torn at the mid-seams in a horrible jungle jim mishap. I thought I would never hear the end of the jokes and ridicule by my dear Pinelock Elementary buddies. If only I knew what this morning was to bring I would have run away the night before, but few eight year olds have the ability to foretell the future. Getting out of bed I slumped my way into the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready. In our bathroom was a large fan nailed against the window, my only relief in an airconditionless home. Putting my face up against it I began to practice my best, "LUKE, I AM YOUR FATHER!" routine, to the endless praise and elation of my own mind. After dressing myself, paying close attention to any potential wardrobe malfunctions, I went to the breakfast table for yet another cheerios covered in honey breakfast. Before I could finish it was time to go. I ran to my room and put on my sneaks. As I ran back to the door the sole of my fragile payless shoe caught on a step, tearing it loose. Shocked and horrified I announced that I was not able to go to school today! My father walked up to me, looked down, and said in a strong heroic voice, "Don’t worry son! I can fix this!" As my father walked away I was instantly happy, for in my mind I thought for sure this meant a quick stop by the shoe store for a new pair. Oh, was I ever so wrong. Two seconds later he reappeared with a roll of duct tape. "Duct tape?" I thought, "why does he have duct tape?" To my horror he took my shoe and its sole, wrapped the duct tape around them both about ten times and triumphantly handed his creation back to me. Noticing my look of confusion he said, "Go ahead. Put it on." The next thing I knew I was doing my best to explain to the kids in my class why having duct tape on your shoe was something all the cool kids were doing. I don’t think they bought it. As my memory faded and 2005 reappeared, I looked down at my soleless shoe and surprisingly thought, "Duct tape!"

The Music Pic of the Week - We Are Phoenix!

Four Parisian boys with brotherly love, set out for Berlin last summer, settling down at Planet Roc studios, in former East Germany, without a single song written but determined to write, record and produce their third album themselves with no outside participation and no compromises. http://www.myspace.com/wearephoenix

Nothing can truely be learned until you understand fear.

Nothing can be completely understood until you understand fear.

We've all been given different faces. Some serious. Some beautiful. Some silly. Some Happy. Some dark. Some pale. Some sad... Does this have a large effect on who we are or as others see us?

My Pick Of The Week

Morning Kills the Dark pretty much tells the story of the last year or so of our lives. Kala's and mine, that is. It's the two of us and our best friend Richard that are the heart of Biirdie. Together and apart we pieced together the album from recording sessions from at least six different locations that include Mike Andrews' Glendale home, Travis Huff's Los Feliz backyard studio, Richard and his mom's Jacksonville, Florida, home, Kala's brother Fred's Hollywood Hills home and our West Hollywood apartment when our lousy neighbors weren't around. http://www.flyawaybiirdie.com/

Rock is dead. Long live paper and scissors!

I went all the way to Honduras to loose a necklace that had a soul encapsuled within it.

My words are me desperately clinging to the debry of a once proud ship in a vast ocean.

The peace of the breeze through the leafs, the songs of the birds, broken by the sirens of reality.

"you're a confusing person, Martin. A paradox that only you partly understand"

The Challenging Ghost.

Do you think you can challenge me? That's all I want. All I want is for someone to challange me on a daily basis, but eveyone falls short. I love teaching, but hate having to live my work. I'm not saying I'm better, or smarter, or prettier. ;) What I am saying is... Bring it on! But no one ever does. :(

Too Much, To Touch, Two Nose

A Piece Of Puzzle With A Side Of Ice Cream

Original Message:
Today I found a 20,000 piece puzzle. As I touched each piece I knew exactly where it went. I can not find the last piece. Should I start a new puzzle or keep this one with the missing piece?

Replies:
- A new piece must be fabricated. Improvisation drive the creative mind. Fractly exactly. It will be your knowledge alone of it's fabrication and that will make the restrained smile worthwile.
- Just counting the pieces would have taken you the whole day.
- You say screw it and order chineese food
- Nothing is perfect. Even being incomplete. Move on from the missing piece, but don't forget about it. Save it for a better day. You're saving time that would be spent in vain.
- Is this a metaphor for your life? If so, I believe we are all lacking a piece and just some are more noticeable than others. Only the foolish focus on the missing puzzle pieces of others. I say you embrace the piece missing. The rest of the puzzle is fantastic the way it is. If this is a literal puzzle then I say just get some cardboard and make it fit! Incompletion in hardly failure. Even if we toiled it would never be complete, just close enough.
- If it's one of the courner pieces just take off all the courner pieces. It will make it unique.
- You are the missing piece.
- We have taken a pole and we think you should keep the puzzle.
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Where Monkeys And Kittens Run Hand And Paw

Here We Go

This is how it works, It feels a little worse, Than when we drove our hearse, Right through that screaming crowd, While laughing up a storm, Until we were just bone, Until it got so warm, That none of us could sleep, And all the styrofoam, Began to melt away, We tried to find some words, To aid in the decay, But none of them were home, Inside their catacomb, A million ancient bees, Began to sting our knees, While we were on our knees, Praying that disease, Would leave the ones we love, And never come again,

On the radio, We heard November Rain, That solo's really long, But it's a pretty song, We listened to it twice, 'Cause the DJ was asleep,

This is how it works, You're young until you're not, You love until you don't, You try until you can't, You laugh until you cry, You cry until you laugh, And everyone must breathe, Until their dying breath, No, this is how it works, You peer inside yourself,You take the things you like, And try to love the things you took, And then you take that love you made, And stick it into some, Someone else's heart, Pumping someone else's blood, And walking arm in arm, You hope it don't get harmed, But even if it does, You'll just do it all again,

And on the radio You hear November Rain That solo's awful long But it's a good refrain You listen to it twice 'Cause the DJ is asleep On the radio

Following The Brights

Wake up, take your pills dear, I know this time of year ain't right for you... you came with a sickness, shot down back in Christmas, Kamikaze rain... and I'm sure you've lost that weight again, I'm sure the pills keeping pouring in, like smoke that falls, it's caving into you... so put me on a plane, and fly me to anywhere... with you... one night... when you woke up, you bled... till you spoke up, oh this ain't pretty dear, with clocks, watch the time go... till spring, when the sun canfinally be free... and I'm sure you've lost that weight again, I'm sure the pills keeping pouring in, we'll scream at night, to make it go away... so put me on a plane, and fly me to anywhere... with you...

Incognito

I'll be out of contact with the world for this next week. I'll be on a boat in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico. This means no cell phone, no computer, no contact at all. If you come looking for me I wont' be. See you in a week. :)

A+L+G+E+B+R+A

How can you miss someone you've never known? How can you leave behind someone you've never met? How can you feel at home in a place you can't be sure exists? How can you teach someone algebra without chasing their ghosts away? When do you stop believing someone is just like you and start believing they are just copying you?

I fell in love with a hope, but that hope was in a human. My hope was not that they would save me. My hope was not that they would fix any of my broken parts. My hope was not that she would turn my life into a paradise. My hope was not that she would change for me. My hope was not that I would fix her life. My hope was not to be her world. My hope was only to look in her eyes and watch her lips form words I have already heard. For reasons I'm not privileged to know she has covered her eyes and muzzled her own mouth.

Never once in my life have I been desperate. Never Have I known this pain. I've fallen in love with a ghost. It's funny and sad, for I have fallen in love with a mirror reflection of myself.

It was satan's last cut. He handed out swords to all I cared about, but I had hoped so much she would have laid her's down. It's depressing- I've been cut so many times that the pain no longer slows me down. I move forward with the pain and the sorrow filed deep with in my map makers satchel.

The storm grows stronger everyday. Satan's hand presses down hard on me, but I refuse to give up. My eyes burn blue and the angel stands at my side, finally proud of me. I will not give up this feeling as easily as my enemies may assume. I can finally hold my head up as I fight this storm that never seems to abide. I say thank you to those who have turned their swords on me. I say thank you to those who have let satan turn them into puppets. For each time you do so Jehovah counteracts your wickedness with increased provisions of strength and clarity. Do not be so foolish as to assume what you have wickedly sown will reap sunshine.

My sword glows bright with honor and light. My shield defends those I love. My shoulder carries the weak. My leg muscles flex with external strength. I once thought I stood alone in this uniquely strong storm, but as the storm grows stronger I see more and more loving souls defying my storm with me. We may be few, but we are different than the rest. We are one of the most rag tag misfit looking groups you have ever seen, but together we are unstoppable. We wear mickey mouse ears, we wear candy stripped shorty shorts, we have poofy hair, we drive the cars of the dead, we ride on skate boards, and we all laugh like idiots, and I love you all for standing in the darkness with me.

Our fight is near it's end. I will not give up, nor give up on any of you, so close to the end. We are the defyants. We are the group within the group. he is afraid of us, for we defy the odds. This is a warning to you all- we are each others defenders, and you will not see us coming.

What's the difference between San Diego and Portland, between New York and Boston? I keep chasing the rising sun forgetting that if I just wait for it to set it will eventually rise right in front of me.

What's the difference between being raised on a boat and being raised in the desert? What's the difference between 24 and 34?

I thought I was the addition of a hundred different parts, but instead I am the result of an algebraic equation.

You gave me auguastana in exchange for black marketing my heart.

You passed me up before you knew who me was. I found my place. I feel for those having passed up the oyster despite the pearl.

Sunshine and Sympathy

Why can't you just forget about algebra? It's all about you now. And all your talk of logic and formula could never help you now. Not anymore. Cause you were always on the run from the darkness in your heart. So you wear it on the outside of your chest. I have taken the liberty To tell your ghost to go. Bribing them with Sunlight and Sympathy. They promised not to show for a while. Cause you were always the little boy who couldn't keep it to yourself. So your heart Is on the outside of your chest. At the speed of light you moved inside my home. Nothing is alright If you are still alone, and your heart is greater than the sum of you and everyone. But still you're always on the run from the poison in your lungs. And your heart is on the outside of your chest.

We Came Face To Face

Riot Van

For those of you who know check out the sparrow.

Selfish

I found a picture of myself not being myself, so here I am all to myself.

Tip the Sea, Sip the Tea

Summer time and the wind is blowing outside in lower Chelsea, and I don't know what I'm doing in this city. The sun is always in my eyes. It crashes through the windows, and I'm sleeping on the couch. When I came to visit you that's when I knew I could never have you. I knew that before you did. Still I'm the one who's stupid. And there's this burning. Like there's always been. I never been so alone. And I've never been so alive.

Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by. The cigarette ash flies in your eyes, and you don't mind. You smile and say the world doesn't fit with you. I don't believe you. You're so serene Careening through the universe. Your axis on a tilt. You're guiltless and free. I hope you take a piece of me with you.

And there's things I'd like to do that you don't believe in. I would like to build something, but you never see it happen.

And there's this burning like there's always been. I've never been so alone, and I've, I've never been so alive. And there's this burning. There is this burning.

Where's the soul I want to know.

New York City is evil.
The surface is everything, but I could never do that. Someone would see through that.

And this is our last time we'll be friends again. I'll get over you, you'll wonder who I am.

And there's this burning. Just like there's always been. I've never been so alone, alone, and I've, and I've never been so alive. So alive.

I go home to the coast, it starts to rain. I paddle out on the water alone taste the salt and taste the pain.

I'm not thinking of you again.

Summer dies, and swells rise. The sun goes down in my eyes. See this rolling wave darkly coming to take me home.

And I've never been so alone.
And I've never been so alive...

A Plague On Both Your Houses!

Night Clouds

Original message:
"Night clouds are the lost dreams of searching souls."
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"Their spirit stripped and utterly alone."
"Some dreams are better lost."
"I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad that the dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had."
"You’re crazy."
"Beneath the twisted web of lies we weave, lies the truth which even we don’t believe."
"I can’t remember if everything is the same and what you think I should be!" "New dreams are hidden in the depths of the seas, but those are the least expected."
"The road less traveled no longer exists."

When I Was In Paris I met Her and Yves Klein "Saut Dans Le Vide"

I can't imagine all the people that you knowAnd the places that you goWhen the lights are turned down lowAnd I don't understandAll the things you've seenBut I'm slipping in betweenYou and your big... dreamsIt's always you and my big dreamsAnd you tell meThat it's overBut i can't stand here in a patch of four leaf cloverAnd your restlessAnd I'm nakedYou've got to get outYou can't stand to see me shakingNo, could you let me goI didn't think soAnd you don't want to be here in the futureSo you sayThe present's just a pleasantInterruption to the pastAnd you don't want to look much closer'Cause you're afraid to find out all the hopeThat you had sent into the sky by now had... crashedAnd it did because of meAnd then you bring me homeAfraid to find out that you're alone, noAnd I'm sleeping in your living roomBut we don't have much roomTo liveAnd I had dreams that i would learn to play guitarMaybe cross the countryBecome a rockstarAnd there was hope in meThat I could take you thereBut dammit you're so youngBut I don't think I careAnd if I hurt you then i'm sorryPlease don't think that this was easyAnd then you bring me home'Cause we both know what its like to be alone, noAnd I'm dreaming in your living roomBut we don't have much roomTo liveKonstantine came walking down the stairsDoesn't she look goodStanding in her underwear?And i've been thinking, and i've thinking, noBut she's been drinkingAnd it doesn't get me anywhereMy Konstantine came walking down the stairsAnd all that I could doWas touch her long blond hairAnd I was thinking, what I was thining ya knowWe've been drinking and it doesn't get me anywhereThis is because I can spell konfusion with a KIt's hard to like itIt's to dying in anothers armsAnd why i had to try itIt's to jimmy eat worldAnd those nights in my carBut this time i'm alone, and i don't see those starsI'm not your star?Isn't that what you saidWhat you thought this song meantYou thought this song meantAnd if this is what it takesJust to lie in my mistakesAnd live with what I did to youAnd all the things i put you throughI always catch the clock it's 11:11And now you want to talkIt's not hard to dreamYou'll always be my KonstantineThey'll never hurt you like I doNo, They'll never hurt you like I doNo, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, NoThis is to a girl who got into my headWith all these pretty things she didHey Baby, You know that you keep me up in bedIt's to a girl who got into my headWith all the screwed up things I didHey maybe baby, you could keep me up in bedMy KonstantineSpin around me like a dreamWe played out on this movie screenAnd I said,Did you know I miss youDid you know I miss youDid you know I miss youDid you know I miss youDid you know I miss youDid you know I miss youDid you know I miss youGod, I miss youAnd then you bring me homeAnd we'll go to sleep but this time not alone, no no,And you'll kiss me in your living room, ohAnd you see, no, that i've been missing in my Living roomCause this is what i miss, what i missWe don't have much roomI said, does anybody need that room?Because we all need a little more roomTo liveMy Konstantine

Too Old

We'll do it all Everything On our own We don't need Anything Or anyone If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world? I don't quite know How to say How I feel Those three words Are said too much They're not enough If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world? Forget what we're told Before we get too old Show me a garden that's bursting into life Let's waste time Chasing cars Around our heads I need your grace To remind me To find my own If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world? Forget what we're told Before we get too old Show me a garden that's bursting into life All that I am All that I ever was Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see I don't know where Confused about how as well Just know that these things will never change for us at all If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Too Old

We'll do it all Everything On our own We don't need Anything Or anyone If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world? I don't quite know How to say How I feel Those three words Are said too much They're not enough If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world? Forget what we're told Before we get too old Show me a garden that's bursting into life Let's waste time Chasing cars Around our heads I need your grace To remind me To find my own If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world? Forget what we're told Before we get too old Show me a garden that's bursting into life All that I am All that I ever was Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see I don't know where Confused about how as well Just know that these things will never change for us at all If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Too Old

We'll do it all Everything On our own We don't need Anything Or anyone If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world? I don't quite know How to say How I feel Those three words Are said too much They're not enough If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world? Forget what we're told Before we get too old Show me a garden that's bursting into life Let's waste time Chasing cars Around our heads I need your grace To remind me To find my own If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world? Forget what we're told Before we get too old Show me a garden that's bursting into life All that I am All that I ever was Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see I don't know where Confused about how as well Just know that these things will never change for us at all If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?