Thursday, September 11, 2008

Songs for full length, plus some extra.

Epic Andrews / Bullock / Sooy full length will be recorded this semester. Here is the tentative set list. It's kind of a story about love the way the tracks are ordered.
  1. 12.21.2.14
  2. Faded Photograph
  3. Stars
  4. Thailand
  5. B&T Strike Again
  6. Folksplosion
  7. Synth 2
  8. Love & Grace
  9. Kolbe
  10. In My Memory
  11. 50 Years True
  12. This Is Love
In addition, here are some extra songs for your consideration, some of which may be dropped, some most def. will not:
  • The dream that once was morning
  • Brandino
  • Blessed
  • 6 more miles
  • Trains
  • Come Back Home
  • 5.31
  • Julia
  • Honestly
  • Casey Stocksmith
  • Fresh baked bread
  • Picture without pixels
  • My Accusers

Monday, September 8, 2008

Notes for show//new song

Set:
12.21.2.14
Faded Photograph
Stars
Thailand
Folksplosion
synth 2
love and grace

-- stars shine brightest as they're burning out --
I don't know you at all
i don't know your face
I don't know you
but i used to

when you're driving by the airport
do you remember the spot we held onto
and when that cop parked beside us and you got so embarrassed
and then i kissed you

you can take your boyfriend there
you can kiss him right under the search light
but remember the bookstores, broken glass on the street floor
and when i read your heartsongs

so try to say what's on your mind today
your eyes are dry, and finally so are mine

Thursday, August 7, 2008

folksplosion

i drove her to the airport
and sat out in the lot
i was feeling kind of tired
no time for us to talk
but i knew that she was leaving
in more way than one
but i knew that she was leaving

i got so awfully angry
at what i wasn't sure
drank a pound of poison
and put away the cure
but even in my excess
i couldn't find a way
to make myself feel stronger

but if you could find the patience
to love a wretch like me
then i can find forgiveness
and finally set her free
because holding on to bitterness
in the end will just kill me

so I'm on my way home
and i can sing out loud
of love that rebuilds
and a broken heart

Sunday, July 20, 2008

"Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable."

Oh my God, Mr. Lewis, I believe my heart is broken
But in no way does this change the fact
Of who I am, and who God is
In fact, it solidifies it

(12.21.2.14:08)

it all comes down with you back in town
it all degrades to this anyways

four long years, it's not that bad
the moments we made, the time that we had
but truth be told even with the pain
if given the chance, i'd do it again

hold your head up high and be on your way
i was by your side until judgment day

four long years, i gave it my best
my self to the side, ignored all the rest
but truth be told even with the pain
if given the chance, i'd do it again

so try to say what's on your mind today
your heart is calm as you crawl your way out

(12.21.2.14:04)

your hands are cold
your eyes are soft
its not like you can sleep this off
and it's not like any of this would work

so i'll resign
i'll take the bait
it's not like you would even wait
and really now has it ever been so hard

four long years is an awful time to wait
and distance can only be so kind

i picked you up
i drove you home
it's not like you're the only one
you're just not like anyone so far

but time is short
that's it, I guess
i just don't want this to be meaningless
and really now would it really be that bad

four long years is an awful time to wait
and distance can only be so kind

what if i told you
what if i did
what if i poured my heart out
and let you in
what if i loved you
what if we did
what if now is all we have

all my life i've wanted something more to long for
i think this could be my chance
all the heat and hunger this old world could offer
it seems fine but it wont last


so try to say what's on your mind today
your eyes are calm and i must be a fool for leaving

Monday, July 7, 2008

Always Count The Cost

is this what it's like
why you stand so tall
so quiet in the shadows
family on your shoulders

i could save all day
my silver and my gold
you've always had my best
i only talk on holidays

i could save all day
for the rain, and miss the sunny days

is this what it's like
never falling or living
the blue goes on forever
it hits me in the mornings

we never miss a beat
because we live in all of them
but they never live in us

i could save all day
for the rain, and miss the sunny days

can you fly? do you know how?
how much longer will you be here?

Monday, June 30, 2008

synth 2

I'm swept away by how you've undone me
It falls to the sea, my God, how can it be?
Oh, Love is real, I swear it holds me still
No matter how I feel, I know it always will

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Psalm 146
The LORD an Abundant Helper.
1Praise the LORD!
Praise the LORD, O my soul!
2I will praise the LORD while I live;
I will sing praises to my God while I have my being.
3Do not trust in princes,
In mortal man, in whom there is no salvation.
4His spirit departs, he returns to the earth;
In that very day his thoughts perish.
5How blessed is he whose help is the God of Jacob,
Whose hope is in the LORD his God,
6Who made heaven and earth,
The sea and all that is in them;
Who keeps faith forever;
7Who executes justice for the oppressed;
Who gives food to the hungry
The LORD sets the prisoners free.
8The LORD opens the eyes of the blind;
The LORD raises up those who are bowed down;
The LORD loves the righteous;
9The LORD protects the strangers;
He supports the fatherless and the widow,
But He thwarts the way of the wicked.
10The LORD will reign forever,
Your God, O Zion, to all generations.
Praise the LORD!
"Why, since you wounded this heart,
don't you heal it?
And why, since you stole it from me,
do you leave it so,
and fail to carry off what you have stolen?"

- St. John of the Cross, "The Spiritual Canticle"

Festival

I can't tell you how good God is at giving me hope and vision and joy. He is the author of beauty.

Joy, though bittersweet, is joy nonetheless. Thank you Chance, Braden, Tyler, Patrick, Marcus, Kyle, Brandon, Garrick, Ryan, Scott, John, Tori, Kia, Gail, Mel, and Chris. Dave, Alex, Rick, Dustin, Dustin's friend, Mitch, Mitch's girlfriend, Random Scottish teacher, Stephen, Dan, and Aaron.

I don't even have words to tell you how much a minister you have been to me.



John 16:5-22

5"But now I am going to Him who sent Me; and none of you asks Me, 'Where are You going?'

6"But because I have said these things to you, sorrow has filled your heart.

7"But I tell you the truth, it is to your advantage that I go away; for if I do not go away, the Helper will not come to you; but if I go, I will send Him to you.

8"And He, when He comes, will convict the world concerning sin and righteousness and judgment;

9concerning sin, because they do not believe in Me;

10and concerning righteousness, because I go to the Father and you no longer see Me;

11and concerning judgment, because the ruler of this world has been judged.

12"I have many more things to say to you, but you cannot bear them now.

13"But when He, the Spirit of truth, comes, He will guide you into all the truth; for He will not speak on His own initiative, but whatever He hears, He will speak; and He will disclose to you what is to come.

14"He will glorify Me, for He will take of Mine and will disclose it to you.

15"All things that the Father has are Mine; therefore I said that He takes of Mine and will disclose it to you.

16"A little while, and you will no longer see Me; and again a little while, and you will see Me."

17Some of His disciples then said to one another, "What is this thing He is telling us, 'A little while, and you will not see Me; and again a little while, and you will see Me'; and, 'because I go to the Father'?"

18So they were saying, "What is this that He says, 'A little while'? We do not know what He is talking about."

19Jesus knew that they wished to question Him, and He said to them, "Are you deliberating together about this, that I said, 'A little while, and you will not see Me, and again a little while, and you will see Me'?

20"Truly, truly, I say to you, that you will weep and lament, but the world will rejoice; you will grieve, but your grief will be turned into joy.

21"Whenever a woman is in labor she has pain, because her hour has come; but when she gives birth to the child, she no longer remembers the anguish because of the joy that a child has been born into the world.

22"Therefore you too have grief now; but I will see you again, and your heart will rejoice, and no one will take your joy away from you.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

thailand


change your mind
change your hair
change your hemisphere

is a continent enough breathing room
change your alibi, and change it soon

you're a hypochondriac
never happy till you're sad
its easier to say goodbye
than to say goodnight

no more bags to pack
it won't hurt if you don't look back
i'm too close to home
so you'll go it alone

is it hard to say
i swear to God it will be okay
and though you wont have me here
i hope that it becomes clear

that you're a hypochondriac
never happy till you're sad;
finding it easier to say goodbye
than to say goodnight

i'm finding it easier to say goodbye
than to say goodnight

Friday, May 23, 2008

Orangutank - The Three In Demos

  1. In My Memory, Black Is Where White Should Be
  2. This Is Love
  3. 12.21.2.14
  4. the dream that once was morning
  5. Maximilian Kolbe, as used as a metaphor
  6. B&T Strike Again
  7. Brandino
  8. Blessed
  9. 6 More Miles

On sale now. For a dollar, or best offer.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

No more auction block for me

How long, O Lord? How long?

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Casey Stocksmith, with help from Jon and James

Oh, surrounded
By a bright and yellow ring
I know your father
Isn't happy with anything
A shotgun, a promise, I'm trying to want this

Pick yourself up
When you fall and scrape your knee
Time, like peroxide
Will heal, but God, it stings
A headrest, a white dress, I'm trying to want this


Oh, the sun burns
And a bright and shining sea
Carries you further
And further away from me
A ticket, a round trip, I'll try to forget this
A ticket, a round trip, I'll try to forget this


(Please don't leave me, 'cause he'll never really love you at all
He's a lier and a cheater and the son of a fraud)
It couldn't happen to a nicer person
And I think that it's fine for you to be
An empty vessel in a china cabinet
Something precious that will never see the light of day
(And know he'll never really love you at all)

He never really loved you at all

Monday, May 12, 2008

how many times were we standing on the edge of a breakthrough?

It's summer! Can you believe it? It's only begun to sink in for me. I would've thought I'd be used to this summer vacation stuff by now. My family has moved the past four summers. I keep waiting for Dad to announce number five any day now. This was also the year I was supposed to graduate. The band Vroom reminds me of freshman year--Dan Perez, Team 202, those big computers from the stone age... Dan just got his MBA this year. Crazy. I haven't accomplished much at all. I've made some amazing friends, that's for darn sure. But there's just this weird feeling. I've never lived anywhere in my life for longer than 4 years. I've never kept any friends longer than 4 years. I've always had to leave everything and start again, and now I should be out of school. My parents have been pretty quiet about it, but I know they're disappointed I didn't graduate this year. The Liberty University vanity plate on our van still says "TJBB08". I'm disappointed too. I feel stuck, and I don't want to let you down.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

50 Years True

make what you want
take what you build
we'll still be here
a good 50 years

my dear
my dear
my dear

see what you need
choose what you want
we'll still be here
counting our luck

today
today
today

trains will fly with you and i
we'll ride high above
i'll take you there, for 50 years
50 years, my love

make who you are
as i make me too
we'll make plans to be with you

it's true
it's true
it's true

trains will fly with you and i
we'll ride high above
i'll take you there, for 50 years
for 50 years, my love

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

I always want to call you late,
but then I realize you're probably sleeping.
You're always sleeping.

Monday, April 14, 2008

a song that will never see the light of day

It's like fresh baked bread from your own toaster oven
It almost burned and I'd almost forgoten
That you're the greatest gift that I ever have gotten
And you always feel like home

It's bacon, eggs and then maybe a muffin
Butter, Jam and Micky Mouse pancakes
It's a set kitchen table that is covered with flowers
She makes a house a home

The food dosent matter it's the feeling you get
When you walk down the stairs and she's been up since six
She puts her self away
So you can start your day
There is a folded photograph
Inside your pocket
My hands are held around your waist
Sunset and sundown in the background
No one around us
Every one falling into place

And I am holding
On to something
Greater than myself
And hope is hard to
Come by these days
And I'm calling for some help

college kids (come back home)

It's cold outside, hand me the phone
I've never had to make this call before
Never underestemate the power of feeling grown
And mom is on the other line crying, "come back home"

"Your father's doing fine, he's happy you called
Your brother's raising cain, but he's getting so tall
He looks more like you everyday, it's crazy how life goes
He sends his best and hopes you come back, come back home."

Mom, I think I met someone, I think this might be it
She's not like anyone I've ever been with
And life gets stranger everyday
I miss you more than I can say
I think next Christmas break we'll come back, come back home.

Julia

A few hundred miles dont sound like much on paper
But doubt, it can tear you apart
He hopes love is strong and that hope caries on
But something cries out from his heart
The voice rants and raves and he gives in at last
To the doubt that is blocking his sight
He knows that he loves her and that
she's in God's hands
But God seems so distance tonight

Julia sits at a table alone
Sipping her coffee, she talks on the phone
To a boy she adores
Jacob, he takes every chance he can get
To tell her he loves her and hopes that she gets
All the letters he writes
And thanks God for her everynight
"I just hope this ends up alright."

She talks to her friends about dreams and ideas
And how she plans to visit next fall
"This university is all a dream to me"
She's always there when he calls
She waits on a wire and reads c.s. lewis
He always makes her feel less grownup
The distance it seems
is worse in her dreams
And doubt seems to eat her all up

Julia sits at a table alone
Sipping her coffee, she talks on the phone
To a boy she adores
Jacob, he takes every chance he can get
To tell her he loves her and hopes that she gets
All the letters he writes
And thanks God for her everynight
"I just hope this ends up alright."

Will we stay forever this way?

Theres a boy in Virginia with a bird 'round his neck
The body's decaying and he thinks this is it,
"I will die all alone."
Water, water everywhere, and not a drop to drink
He's feeling the burden and he starts to think,
I just wish I was home. I just wish I was home.
I just wish I was home. I just wish I was home.

Julia crosses the floor in her house
Shes feeling so restless and wants to get out
Of the house, out of town
And Jacob is trying his best to do his work
But all he can think is,
"All I want is her!"
So he calls her back up and says,
"One more thing, dear.
My heart's feeling empty,
And I just need you here.
Marry me.
Marry me. Marry me. Marry me."

Will we stay forever this way?

Sunday, March 30, 2008

The dream the once was morning
Brandino
B&T strike again
Sandra -> spanish sounding solo riff
Kolbe
My accusers – broken hearts
in my memory
love and grace
picture without pixels
blessed
12-21-2-14
this is love
six more miles
approach my soul
trains
come back home
honestly
julia
5:31


covers:
buddy holly
ageless beauty

priority

  1. Six more miles
  2. In my memory
  3. 12.21.2.14
  4. B&t Strike
  5. Blessed
  6. Buddy holly intro into 5.31
  7. Brandino
  8. The dream that once was morning
  9. Kolbe – traditional start
  10. This is love
  11. Come back home
  12. My accusers mixed with broken hearts riff
  13. Julia

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Every year that I'm on my own reminds me how far I am from home

I'd like to move back to a city. It's been so long since I've lived anywhere with a music venue that's not someones church basement.

If I could take all my friends and move them to Chicago or Cleveland.. something Midwest by the great lakes. I think I'd be happy about that. The south is begging to get old. There are things I really like, but I need a colder climate, something up north. Somewhere that has some homeless people so I can run a soup kitchen and wear thrift store ties.


Maybe I just remember Cleveland through the eyes of a 6 year old. Watching solar eclipses with my mom in the back yard through the leaves. Having neighbors that weren't white and baptist. My dad had a job in Chicago for a while. Things would have been different if he had kept it and we had followed him there.

I know I need a large body of water, a lake, an ocean. A strong local body of believers. Artistic people. With as little hypocrisy as possible. I think I just want to get out of an area where everybody's Christian by default.

I've been listening to music all night. I went to sleep at about 8pm and woke up about 11 last night. My sleep's so screwed up.

I know God has me exactly where He wants me. And I will seriously be content anywhere. As the song goes, "I'll wait for you. But please come soon."

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Consider and Reconsider

in this cosmic game of poker, do we get an exit strategy?
i said "all in, all in" all day yesterday
lifeless drones. we don't share life. we each have our own.
we can't see each others' cards
and why would we want to?
the exits are guarded with fire
the tables are covered with pain
hope, hope, hope: what good is it if we can't see it?
this room is cloudy with the smoke of lost souls
and friends keep their noses in paper books of dead men
to learn ways to better love their fellow man
but, good heavens, don't fold; we'll play alongside each other:
you with your cards, and me with mine.

Robin

you were a star, brightly shining
a bird set free in a new land
trying to soar and finding your way
you had much potential

soaring high, no guidance by
the light you once held dearly
in foreign terrain we restrain
to share our pressing burdens

somewhere free you flew too far
to rocks and cliffs unpassing
we said we were just trying to guide
but you could do the rest

don't believe the earth holds better promises
we warm the hearts of mortals but never touch the clouds

we fly in packs to save the ones
who fly to find perfection
who believe the lies of Satan's wives
that we are doomed to failure

a time apart a time between
differences don't matter
the common love of friends we share
gives air to collapsed lungs

don't believe the earth holds better promises
we warm the hearts of mortals but never touch the clouds

Friday, March 14, 2008

B&T strike again

I traded in my bottle caps for a calm and a steady heart
My blood, once thinned, now thick and rich and warm
And all the dust I swallowed lying face down in the hall
The light is bright and, oh, my body burns

I carved out my direction like a blind man charts his course
And looked to things created for my joy
I held you in my right hand and in my left, a lie:
That I made god, and he burns just like me

So remember the taste of ash
And surrender, I'll take you back

Theres something more than tools and chisels, words and empty faith
I groan like prisoners long condemned to die
You've swept away my offenses and sins like morning mist
This wood will rot, but You will still remain
You will always be the same

So remember the taste of ash
And surrender, I'll take you back


Part of this song is borrowed from Psalm 109 and Isaiah 44.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Blessed

books they fill with consequences
and explanations to your secrets
but unconscious thoughts race
when we meet again

our plans fit into plans already made
written verse by verse and line by line
a seamless fulfillment of a master plan

but we'll forget at all costs
that we cannot change a thing
and worrying helps everything
our brilliance blesses everyone

and gifts divvied up
and saved for game day
or used as cheap pick-up lines

it's a shame we're all alone
and no one gave up everything
just so we could say "no"

but we'll forget at all costs
that we cannot change a thing
and worrying helps everything
our brilliance blesses everyone

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

And a choir of angels sang, "It's all nice, on ice, alright!"

I've been thinking a long time about what it means to be me. So here is a long, roundabout way of telling you who I am.


So in John 11, a man named Lazarus dies. And Jesus brought him back to life again. And I was thinking about how Jesus did everything to impart truth. Truth was rapped up in every word that that man spoke. There was meaning behind every action. So he brings death back from life to prove a point. And that point is in John 12. He starts talking about how He's going to die.

23 Jesus replied, “Now the time has come for the Son of Man to enter into his glory. 24 I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat is planted in the soil and dies, it remains alone. But its death will produce many new kernels—a plentiful harvest of new lives. 25 Those who love their life in this world will lose it. Those who care nothing for their life in this world will keep it for eternity. 26 Anyone who wants to be my disciple must follow me, because my servants must be where I am. And the Father will honor anyone who serves me.

27 “Now my soul is deeply troubled. Should I pray, ‘Father, save me from this hour’? But this is the very reason I came! 28 Father, bring glory to your name.”

Then a voice spoke from heaven, saying, “I have already brought glory to my name, and I will do so again.” 29 When the crowd heard the voice, some thought it was thunder, while others declared an angel had spoken to him.

30 Then Jesus told them, “The voice was for your benefit, not mine. 31 The time for judging this world has come, when Satan, the ruler of this world, will be cast out. 32 And when I am lifted up from the earth, I will draw everyone to myself.” 33 He said this to indicate how he was going to die.

34 The crowd responded, “We understood from Scripture that the Messiah would live forever. How can you say the Son of Man will die? Just who is this Son of Man, anyway?”

35 Jesus replied, “My light will shine for you just a little longer. Walk in the light while you can, so the darkness will not overtake you. Those who walk in the darkness cannot see where they are going. 36 Put your trust in the light while there is still time; then you will become children of the light.”

After saying these things, Jesus went away and was hidden from them.

Again, we get this picture of Jesus as someone who talks in paradox. In the last chapter he said, "I am the resurrection and the life. Anyone who believes in me will live, even after dying. Everyone who lives in me and believes in me will never ever die." How can someone die, and never die at the same time? So he raises this guy from the dead to hint at the fact that He has power over death, and that anyone that believes in Him can have the same victory. We see this Guy who is troubled about having to die to prove a point. But in the end choses to prove that point to the end: that God loves us enough to die. Enough to suffer pain and persecution. So why would He do that?

Philippians chapter 2 says it this way:

3 Don’t be selfish; don’t try to impress others. Be humble, thinking of others as better than yourselves. 4 Don’t look out only for your own interests, but take an interest in others, too.

5 You must have the same attitude that Christ Jesus had.

6 Though he was God,
he did not think of equality with God
as something to cling to.
7 Instead, he gave up his divine privileges;
he took the humble position of a slave
and was born as a human being.
When he appeared in human form,
8 he humbled himself in obedience to God
and died a criminal’s death on a cross.

9 Therefore, God elevated him to the place of highest honor
and gave him the name above all other names,
10 that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow,
in heaven and on earth and under the earth,
11 and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord,
to the glory of God the Father.

So we have this Christ who dies a sinner's death in obedience to God. This Christ gave up his desires, his home, his safety, his life, only to have God give Him back honor and glory and a Name above all names. Even Christ considered His reputation as something He didn't need to cling to, but He let it go, only to have it be given back a thousand fold. And we are supposed to do the same thing.

Lewis put it this way, and this will tie it all back together of what it means to be me, and my desire to be myself and original:

"But there must be a real giving up of the self. You must throw it away 'blindly' so to speak. Christ will indeed give you a real personality: but you must not go to Him for the sake of that. As long as your own personality is what you are bothering about you are not going to Him at all. The very first step is to try to forget about the self altogether. Your real, new self (which is Christ's and also yours, and yours just because it is His) will not come as long as you are looking for it. It will come when you are looking for Him. Does that sound strange? The same principle holds, you know, for everyday matters. Even in social life, you will never make a good impression on other people until you stop thinking about what sort of impression you are making. Even in Literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without having noticed it. The principle runs through life from top to bottom. Give up yourself, and you will find your real self. Lose your life and you will save it. Submit to death, death of your ambitions and favorite wishes every day and death of your whole body in the end: submit with every fiber of your being, and you will find eternal life. Keep back nothing. Nothing that you have not given away will be really yours. Nothing in you that has not died will ever be raised from the dead. Look for yourself, and you will find in the long run only hatred, loneliness, despair, rage, ruin, and decay. But look for Christ and you will find Him, and with Him everything else thrown in."


If I had a thesis statement, that would be it. That gives me freedom to be who I am.

sometimes, you means me

You are a picture without pixels
You are a song without notes
You are a canvas without easel
You are a gambler, gone for broke

You've got nothing left to lose

Monday, March 10, 2008

Greetings

Well. Ben just invited me to become a part of this blog.. so I did!

Prepare to be "amazed." (I suppose that's one way to put it.)

Peace!

7-20-04 Appleton, Wis.

Love
More than just a word
More than just an idea
More than just a goal to be achieved
And blue and gray
I'm on my way

Grace
More than just a girl
More than just an interest
More than just a prize to be attained
And you will be
My everything

With earthen eyes, you say to me
That everything is at should be
Eyes blue, hair gray
I'm on my way

Christ
More than just a man
More than just a teacher
More than anyone could ever mean
Please take this life
And make it right

With earthen eyes, you say to me
That everything is at should be
Eyes blue, hair gray
I'm on my way

July 5, 2004 - Chicago

City Air
A train station on the end of a street
A tall building, last place you looked for me
The wind blows me down
And the strangers remind me of faces I once knew

For miles and miles the road goes
And the passenger seat is never empty
All roads lead to home
Because I carry you with me

My neck is craned
A cityscape reaches up into the clouds
It feels the same
When a stranger's face reminds you of your own
So I'll take the metro and lose myself downtown

Your a sight for sore eyes
And somehow I don't feel alone
As long as I feel you here
Every where I go is home

Let's leave this town
The Highway can take us underground
We can chase these dreams
And you can be what you were meant to be
Everybody loves the idea of being on your own and free

Every face looks like home
Every place I go
I'm not alone

in my memory, black is where white should be

Negatives remain
Even when the picture's burned
They'll just have to wait their turn
They'll just have to wait
And the rooms have all been swept
But now I fear there's nothing left
To remind us where we've been
To remind us

And there's a Bibles worth or notes I've read
Filled with words of love from a Father's pen
To a harlot bride and her cheating heart
And there's a loneliness that I have felt
In the deepest parts inside myself
When all I want is sleep
Maybe someone to rescue me
Just for an hour
Maybe a n hour is all I'll spend with you
Show some compassion

Memories remain
Even though the heart has changed
Even with my brand new name
It reminds me
But it's hard to feel alone
When you've just been welcomed Home
And you remind me where I've been
You remind me

And there's a Bibles worth or notes I've read
Filled with words of love from a Father's pen
To a harlot bride and her cheating heart
And there's a loneliness that I have felt
In the deepest parts inside myself
When all I want is sleep
Maybe someone to rescue me
Just for an hour
Maybe a n hour is all I'll spend with you
Show some remorse

And after all
Yours was a dream I couldn't catch
After all, you were my everything
And after all
Mine is a love that doesn't last
After all, you gave me everything

You are. To me. My heart. You'll see.
You are. To me. My heart. You'll see.
You are. To me. My heart. You'll see.
You are. To me. My heart. You'll see.


Music

A song dated 7-26-06, from which I have much to learn

There is no goodness in me
No soundness in my bones
I'm hollow, vain, and lonely
Too prideful to come home

I spent all my inheritance
On women, wine and song
And all outstanding checks called in
I cannot last for long

My accusers all surround me
They're calling for my blood
I look in Your direction
Where does my help come from?

Unto the hills I lift my eyes
And all that I can see
Is Love that cared enough to die
And Love that rescues me

I cannot live without you
I cannot even stand
Time and time, I've failed you
But still you take my hand.

You say,

"Son, I know you've made mistakes,
But yes, I love you still.
I loved you when I gave you life,
You know I always will."




This was inspired by a few Psalms, mainly 109 and 121.

Maximilian Kolbe, used as a metaphor for encouragement

Wood floors
Hide under carpets
Sheets bunch
Tossing and Turn
Sleep comes
Like a reflection
Of lost love
In metered time

A song cannot contain
My regret or my disdain
You arrive and You proclaim
That Love will rise again

Cold air
Creeps up from floorboards
Scales fall
Off from my eyes
In dark times
I may forget you
But I know this
You are Alive

The stone is rolled away
And night will turn to day
And here's my heart to say
That Hope will rise yet today

The Dream that once was Morning

There's a gray sound that happens
and it whispers as Dawn comes through the windows
And blinds cannot shield you
from the end of another sleepless night
There's a moment that settles
all the uncertain parts in the bedroom
Two arms as they twist and turn
directing you to glistening light

Can you climb over me?

There's a film that reminds me
of the time I spent holding onto sadness
As an Idea it fed me
and held skin tight to my bones
But projectors and flashlights
only strike blocks that will bind them and blind them
And fingers and plastic become
circles and shapes on a wall

Can you climb over me?
So you can see like I can't see

(My eyes hurt
My sun goes blind
And even what's worse
You were on my mind)

I was thinking about Merlin

"The best thing for being sad," replied Merlin, beginning to puff and blow, "is to learn something. That's the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honour trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then - to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting. Learning is the only thing for you. Look what a lot of things there are to learn."
- T.H. White, The Once and Future King

So this is my grown-up blog. I'm almost 23. Which is staggering. I don't know how much I'll have to say, but this is where I'll say it.