June 2013
5 posts
so i know i dont follow enough people/have enough followers to get an answer, but i have to ask: does the phrase “give it up” have the same meaning in the UK as it does in the US?
They probably have some pish posh version of it.
“Let’s rob the haberdashery”
Jump Start
Here is ColourNoise’s latest song “Jump Start”. It’s a power ballad that would have given Motley Crue a run for their money in the heyday.
Jump Start
I found a shred of hope
In the darkest place I looked
I’ll show you what I’ve found
I’ll take you to the light of day
It’s bright there, shining
And people are smiling
And we’re safe here
So stop and wipe your tears
Don’t fall apart
Look to your heart
Just know you’re right
And know you’re wrong
But don’t forget to start
To Start living.
You don’t have to run away
You can just be your self
Stand tall and taller all the time
And be happy knowing that you’re not alone
I said it’s always not never
Not worse, it’s better
It’s better than this, it’s better than that
But no one here is better than you
The night is quiet
And our windows are open
The breeze whispers to us all
It tells us what we want to hear
So I’ll listen closely
But I’ll follow my own path
Because it’s nice here
But I want to be my own man
Don’t fall apart
Hold yourself together
Stay strong, be strong, be you
And I fell apart
Think I need a jump start
Many people were surprised by last night’s episode of Game of Thrones when the Red Wedding takes place. I just don’t understand how people can be such die hard fans of the show but they never read the books. The only thing I can think of is they see the length of each book and are deterred because of laziness to read. Shame. I don’t think ti should have been so surprising for so many. Just one man’s thoughts.
May 2013
6 posts
This is a bean plant that is growing in one of the science classrooms at the school I work at. As you can see it is growing from a drain that is located next to the eye wash station. The story of how it came to be is a story of dumb luck. A while back the students did a lab in which they had to transfer pinto beans into cups and so after the lab was done you can bet the floor was covered in beans. One of the beans must have fallen down the drain which isn’t too surprising. About two weeks ago a student was leaning over to look at a calander and accidently turned on the eye wash station sending water down into the drain. Then yesterday we see this sprout poking out of the drain. the stem goes about 5 inches below into the ground so it must have been growing for some time. It is incredible how nature finds a way.
This past week I came up with an idea for a short film (about 30 minutes in length I’d guess) and after pitching the idea to Sophia we decided to team up and write out a script so we can film it this summer. I wrote out a detailed outline of the plot and I’m very excited to get the ball rolling on this project.
Stupid Sellout Groove
Three amps on a stage, three prongs in the wall
Three songs on a page, and three friends play them all
And we’re bringing the funk while we’re rocking the place
Everyone’s getting drunk and we’re dancing ‘til we fall on our face
I said your labels don’t fit us and everybody’s out to get us
So motherfucker say no, tell ‘em we won’t go
Out to the show, la-da-dadada-da
We’ll make the units move; a stupid sellout groove
What have we got to prove? Yow!
So let’s decompose, or let’s break it down
Let’s strike a pose, pick our clothes, ‘cause you know we’re here to make a sound
No let’s make a stink; you want to hold your breath
Make ‘em think that they hate us, in reality they love us to death.
I said your labels don’t fit us and everybody’s out to get us
So motherfucker say no, tell ‘em we won’t go
Out to the show, la-da-dadada-da
We’ll make the units move; a stupid sellout groove
What have we got to prove? Yow!
Rant. (Just fucking listen to it)
I said your labels don’t fit us and everybody’s out to get us
So motherfucker say no, tell ‘em we won’t go
Out to the show, la-da-dadada-da
We’ll make the units move; a stupid sellout groove
What have we got to prove? Yow!
So motherfucker say no, tell ‘em we won’t go
Out to the show, la-da-dadada-da
We’ll make the units move; a stupid sellout groove
What have we got to prove?
La-da-dadada-da
La-da-dadada-da
La-da-dadada-da
La-da-dada
April 2013
8 posts
Six Years
Has it really been that long?
I remember becoming friends with you in the sixth grade when I was first becoming interested in skate boarding. You were always a funny kid and friendly to just about anybody. It makes me sad that you left this world so young, and so I can only hope that you are in a better place. I remember the service we weren’t supposed to have at school and I remember your viewing and everyone who was there together, crying. It was hard on all of us because we cared about you in so many ways. It’s true we lost touch a bit in high school but that didn’t take away the friendship that we had. You may be gone but certainly not forgotten. Rest easy, Charlie.
cutie
tangerines
The lyrics to No One Else are very nice. Did you write them?
I cowrote the lyrics with Devo Galiano, the guitarist of ColourNoise. Initially, I came up with the lyrics for the chorus while I was playing around with the chord progression and so it stuck. The rest is a collaboration between the two of us, which is how most of the lyrics for ColourNoise are now written.
Restlessness
Suddenly awake with a surge of surprise,
Sleepiness still somewhat lingers.
Must be close to morning, maybe.
Might be. Let me see. Where’s my clock?
No, not morning now; not even near.
One o’clock. Wow, wonderful; sleep a while longer.
Oh, God. Again. Good grief, what now?
Four AM for Father’s sake; feeling drowsier finally.
Creep quietly to dreamscapes, quickly. I hope.
A hour will pass, my sleep won’t last, my night was vast.
Just lay my head atop my bed as still as dead.
Alarm alleviates awesome accents of a near dream.
Rise up lights, razor blades, readily start the day,
Waking; wishful wanting to walk back to bed.
Bike Trail
Looking down a woodsy trail
Earbuds playing mellow tunes
My mouth is dry, my back drenched with sweat
Handle bars feel slick in my hand
Wind rolls on by, so sweet
My breathing is deep, I’m tired
Just a bit further
Let’s see some place new
I work the pedals and continue
Kinetic motion and balance
Ride along on dips and curves
Try not to eat it or scrape a knee
A ridge overlooking a creek
The brush is wild but beautiful
It is good to be alive here
Troubles keep away from these woods
I found this place, and now it is mine.
