Reading Minds

I have always thought that I have a slight psychic ability. At the very least, I can read people well. That is what sparked the idea for this song. The verses show a progression of a relationship and how the man can 'read the mind' of the female based on movements and slight quirks that some women do. The first verse is the beginning of the two of them. The second verse is the relationship getting more serious and the final verse is both of them realizing it is over. (Notice the last chorus in past tense.)

Reading Minds

The way you look at me, I can read your mind
Your eyelashes are working over time
Your lips trembling, making it clear
Curiosity is in the back of your eye
I will kiss you

If you could read me like I read you
You'll see I only speak the truth
This love you feel was always free
I have you and you have me

The way you look at me, I can read your mind
Those averted gazes are just fine
I live to hear those unsaid thoughts
Will we form from just you and I?
I will love you

If you could read me like I read you
You'll see I only speak the truth
This love you feel was always free
I have you and you have me

The way you look at me, I can read your mind
Your down stares tell me your lines
Please don't say the words you think
I read you, but only memories I find.
I will miss you

If you could've read me like I read you.
You would know I only spoke the truth
That love you felt was meant to be free
I had you but you lost me.

Torrente Sanguineo

New song, unsure of it yet. Ended up coming out a little too emo...yikes!

Torrente Sanguineo
The way you get under my skin
The way the anger rushes in
The way you flock to the rest
The way everything was a test

You discolor my arms with your words
Your bruises run deep in these broken veins
It's not enough to just be alive
It's left in your hands to heal these pains

Your face runs across this bloodstream
A face, now only in dreams
This is my end and only your start
At last I know you are still in my heart

For You

I wrote this song as a Valentine's Day present for my ex-fiance. And she was my ex at the time, ay-yi-yi! I was head over heels for that chick. Anyways, I continue with my extreme analogy of "Blue Sky" because that was her nickname (taken from 'Goodbye Blue Sky' by Pink Floyd). I was a very strong metaphor that I loved and that is easily manipulated into any form. It can be bad (rain), troubled (cloudy), clear (perfect), etc. When I sat down to write this, I though, what happens when you love? What makes me feel 'love' inside? And these are the things I came up with: pulse, heartbeat, memorizing her face, blah blah blah.

For You

My heart beats red for the blue in your eyes

I can trace your lines and fight off your cries

My pulse, it races with the thought of your touch

It all adds up to too much

I love you
Forever this will be true
I love you
Today my skies will be blue (x2)

The moment you smile my heart melts away

My blood it boils with every step you take

I can feel your curves and love you for good

I just wish we could

(Spoken) :
With every moment that I do think of you, my world turns bright. I can imagine every inch of your perfectly, right down to the beautiful lines tracing your stunning face. If only everyone could see how beautiful you are, you would be a star.

I love you
Forever this will be true
I love you
Today my skies will be blue (x2)

Queen Had It Right After Twenty-Nine Minutes

This one is quite recent. I wrote it a little over a year ago when my only real relationship was falling apart...or even already fallen. It has a lot of terrible feelings all wrapped into it. It capped off my whole depression after the break-up. It is nice to have this piece as a chronicle.

The title is referring to Queen's album "A Night at the Opera," where the song "Love of my Life" starts.

Queen Had It Right After Twenty-Nine Minutes

The clouds have rolled in
The sun has disappeared
I’ve searched for the way to be there
Have I been wrongly steered?

This is my plea
These are my desires
I want my sunny weather
I want my Blue Sky

The angels have escaped the heavens
The weeds have grown over the gates
I can feel it coming in the air
The world is upside down

I’ve waited two decades for you
I’ve waited four weeks for you
I’ve waited ten minutes for you
I’m done waiting



The happiness has drained from my body
This is my remainder
A mere shadow of a man
I used to be whole

Imagine this face never crying
It seems ridiculous
Imagine this face never smiling
A bit more real

Where does my heart belong?
Br oke n? Tor n ap art? Rip ped t o shre ds?
Is this what falling feels like?
A simple freefall?

My coffee runs cold
My cigarettes have burned to the filter
My heart is tired and
I pray for sleep

This is my plea
These are my desires
I want my sunny weather
I want my Blue Sky

You represent everything innocent
But I am the innocent one
Bubbles and cake have a new meaning
Do they belong to children?

The moon is eclipsed
It has never burn brighter
The sun has exploded
It’s beauty has disintegrated

This is my plea
These are my desires
I want my sunny weather
I want my Blue Sky

These clove shards cut my lungs
This drink is spiked
I bleed out
This drink is spiked

The dance is almost over
My legs ache but I continue to dance
May I ask this question?
It’s too soon

This is my plea
These are my desires
I want my sunny weather
I want my Blue Sky

(Is 300 hundred enough to tell how it feels?)

Good Morning, Good Night

I wrote this piece in one sitting. It took me about 10 minutes. It is about the most amazing night of my life. That night I got to share a bed (not sexually) with A-S. We stayed up for a long time and shared a series of beautiful moments that are permanently burned in my mind. Her eyes are always there. This story was then spun off into part of Sprung and Insert Romance Here. I love this story.

Good Morning, Good Night

The night grew cold outside, but the bodies grew warm. Only whispers could be heard as the copious amounts of intoxication ran ramped through their bodies. One, clearly attached, struggled internally, but showed no signs of boundaries, while the other chatted quietly, “May I?” The answer, always the same, kept the feelings moving. He could only want more. He didn’t dare say more. More was thought, more was expressed. Tired eyes closed and tired bodies limped.

The one thought left in his mind was the thought that would hold on for life, the look of her beautiful eyes glimmering in the pale candle light. These eyes, unlike any other, glistened and danced the entire night. Seemingly, they sparkled only for him. In the back of his pensive mind, he knew that they would indeed sparkle for others, but this, this flicker of beauty, was his. No other flash of light could compare. Not a super nova, not a star. Not the sun, not the moon. Bodies were pressed tight, although still warm from clothes. It could not get any warmer, and yet, the two grasped tighter. He could not believe this was happening to him. The girl only dreamed, share the same air.

Her heart beat only for him, and his for her. They beat in syncopation. Thump, Thu-thump. The pounding of the one collective heart beat drove him to his own world. This world was no more once all was raised and the sun poked its head above the plain.
Good morning, good night.

Insert Romance Here

The last piece's underlying theme is this piece's central focus. A-S is a perfect subject for a love/love-lost song. She has the three B's of a great song...brains, beauty, and **sigh** a boyfriend. I have always thought that there was some unspoken connection between the two of us...and who knows, there may have been. The one-line refrain is the exact sentence I said to her the moment I saw her after a long hiatus, the last meeting before I wrote this song. "Wow, I had forgotten how beautiful you are." It was roughly a year after I wrote Sprung (so around Fall of '05). The roadblocks, walls, and permission in this song refer to the boyfriend aspect of this tragic story and the final verse was my fleeting chance to be let into her heart. I hope my lovelorn poetry entertains you. (Half-sarcasm)

Insert Romance Here

The roadblocks count against us
The slurring counts for us.
Why can’t they tear this shit down?
Why can’t we stay bound?

Wow, I had forgotten how beautiful you are.

These walls are on fire with your cold
These feet freeze with your warmth
“May I?” I’m forced to ask.
But the answer is always the same

Wow, I had forgotten how beautiful you are.

This fateful day in summer,
This one chance to be what I’m not.
Here’s the hook:

Wow, I had forgotten how beautiful you are.

One Thousand Reasons

This song was written about the same time as the other two (circa 2002). It was about the same girl as "Anger and Acrimony." I guess, she was my first muse. This song is about trying to search myself for ONE good reason to do what I was doing. I was terrified at what could happen. And when I looked past the fear, I found one thousand of them. Originally, the number 1000 came from the conversation that sparked this song. As we were lying under the stars on a playground, she asked me, "how many stars do you think we can see?" To which I replied, "Exactly a thousand."

One Thousand Reasons

Glistening when nothing will
The hope that breaks through the mystery
What can happen? Only to diminish.
Accomplishments show naught.

The winding puzzle of the ever glory
Asphyxiate on the site.
Choke the air in awe.
Find an outlet, exploit it.

Still the light and impede the darkness
Sharpen your eyes with the impending sadness
One thousand reasons to lie down
One thousand reasons to let go

Anger and Acrimony

This song was written right around the same time as "In a Perfect World." It has the air of earlier AFI (as opposed to IAPW being from the more "Sing the Sorrow" era). The anger and verocity of the lyrics. I was drinking straight gin then because I thought I was cool and had real problems, but this song was mainly about the fact that to make a move on a girl, I had to get drunk with her first. Psh, High School, what a crazy innocent time?!

One of my favorite lines in this song was "This war is waged over useless land." I couldn't win her heart and frankly, I didn't know if I wanted it or if it was all just 'useless'. Enjoy.

Anger and Acrimony

Consuming as my belligerent self takes over.
Assumptions of placidness
Militancy runs through these porrous veins
Quarrelsome, I reach for the burning desire
Out.

Aggressivly, I’m shut down.
Burst to life as to your surprised, blind self
This war is waged over useless land.
Land that will never be walked on again
Dead.

We are the calmless one.
Come and be shown the heavenly purgatory
We are the calmless one.
Ride down the rage to us.

They hear the tranquil building, as we are swept away.
Forming to a new molding, a new type of day.