Thought I’d just post some of my older stuff that I’m sure nobody ever scrolls down to read. I liked this song when I wrote it. It’s still OK in my book.
Something hidden deep inside, the center of your stare.
Who’d of thought you’d let it hide, almost out of fear.
You knew back then, the time would come, to listen to this near.
Each and every loved one, you’ve gathered through the years.
You can take the time and ponder, and bask in what’s to come.
Each of you are holding hands, and singing a faint song.
The lullaby that comes right forth, is missing one more thing.
It’s the part that comes and goes, but listen when it sings.
The songs that make us laugh out loud.
The songs that sound like love.
The songs you hum in larger crowds.
Sang soflty like a dove.
To realize hymns and soft rejoice, we sing when we’re asleep.
And hear it from a strangers voice, this message you must keep.
Remain real still and close your eyes, take everything all in.
If it’s not perfect and you hear cries, then lavish thee with sin.
There will come a time, there will come a place.
When these few words, will not replace.
The inner thing you almost sought.
But in the end, you fought and fought.
And it slipped right out the door. Hope to seek much more.
Sorry for not posting for so long. I have had some family issues come up over the past few months that have taken all of my time. I hope everyone is feeling good. Take care.
So I haven’t written in a little while. I have been enjoying Phish being back on stage and killin it. Sitting here tonight and feeling a little down. Figured I’d write something that speaks to how I feel about this fucked up world we currently live in. Shit is getting real way too much. Who’s fault is it? The storyteller makes no choice. Soon you will not hear his voice. It’s called A World Worth Living.
The day’s and lives of strangers, in this world that we are in.
Avoiding all the threats of life that come off as true sin.
What if change is all too near, and rest is on the way?
Just a useless group of words, that has nothing left to say.
I view this world, that we are in, as something that’s been broke.
I find the people, that are in charge, to be a total joke.
I look around and see the mass, that can not make ends meet.
It’s avoided by those that lie, and steal and rant and cheat.
Open your eyes and see the truth, this pain we all must rid.
That young couple over there, breaking laws to feed their kids.
This whole world is all corrupt, feed the rich with worthless laws.
All these useless leaders, can suck my fucking balls.
This world is broke and no one cares.
This world is fucked and we’re all scared.
This world where crime will pay the rent.
This entire world is full of shit.
Stand up now, and take a bow, for you have sat too long.
Probably sitting there with a bowl, and playing with your dong.
Get off your ass and fight, for life we have today.
Make this world worth living, so we can live and stay.
So I lost my power last night for a good 6 hours. It was very boring but I was OK with it. Gave me a chance to read a little and play with my dog’s. I also wrote this little piece thinking about how some folks would be beside themselves trying to find something to do without electricity for such a long time. Anyway this is called Alone in the Dark.
Alone in the dark, waiting for light.
During the day everything is all right.
The light’s are now out and noone’s around.
The void that’s been coming is making a sound.
The nighttime is lonely when you’ve made some mistakes.
The loss of good fortune is all that it takes.
To want for the light when noone’s around.
The beat of one’s heart is the only true sound.
Remember a story, or enjoyment of past.
Hope that those memories won’t leave you too fast.
The thing that you fear is right in the room.
Too bad you can’t see that which is humming that tune.
Now what you realize it’s you making noise.
Wondering why you can’t play with your toys.
The things that surround you that makes it OK.
Now it’s just you and it won’t go away.
Maybe the lights went out for a reason.
You needed this time to fight through the treason.
Of that which makes you seek out all your friends.
Too bad, you’ll be alone in the end.
With Phish coming out of hiding in the next week or so I thought a little flashback from the Light they played last year at Dick’s Sporting Goods Amphitheater is a good idea. The moral of this post is don’t miss Phish at Dick’s. Click on the link below and enjoy. Great version.
So I was sitting here listening to the 46 days from IT and figured that a lot of folks got their faces melted during that monster of a jam. It led me to think about my first trip that didn’t go so well. Talk about a life changer. Note that this piece isn’t entirely about that experience. Just some of it. The rest is about other views I’ve seen of the dark side. In the end being a good person just feels better. Peace.
When you reach out.. and noones there.
The friends you thought were everywhere.
You’re all alone yet in a crowd.
Your soul is singing out way too loud.
Just act normal you keep saying.
It’s almost like at night when praying.
There’s no response and you wonder if,
All you said was left adrift.
What if life isn’t what I thought?
Yet this true calling is what I sought.
The person that you never knew.
It comes right out, the real new you.
So, all those times, I felt secure.
I really wasn’t ever sure.
To be myself would scare the mass.
So this new person I try to pass.
Now you know why they all scattered.
Your hopes and dreams were almost shattered.
Alone at last is what it took.
To realize you were a plain old jerk.
The real main key is to learn from it.
Cuz the next real day you won’t give a shit.
The feelings gone and the same old thing.
Seems you didn’t learn anything.
I finally got off my ass and started to write again. My band is not touring yet so it’s not that great. You can be the judge. Either way, this one is called The Cure
When the night relates to things you miss throughout the day.
Thinking of what you would do, if it went another way.
It dawns on you that it’s the past and it won’t change at all.
When it keeps you up at night wandering from wall to wall.
Lay back down and try to sleep. Tomorrow’s a real big day.
Just relax, try not to think. Guess it’s time to pray.
Ask that life will be OK and things will work out right.
For once forgotten life mistakes is what you have to fight.
Still today and yesterday and days from distant past.
They all go by with so much ease and leave the mind too fast.
Just worry about the days to come and worry like you do.
Though in your thoughts the cries of joy seem never to be new.
Life it seems is seldom fair and loved one’s are too few.
Too bad this keeps you up at night. Glad it’s not me it’s you.
Figure it out and keep to it and make the thoughts so pure. For when you try to sleep again, good thoughts will be the cure.