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.

Walk

I have had lyrics pouring out of me lately and I wrote this in about 15 minutes. The concept is a late night walk between two young people, maybe having just met or maybe relatively new companions and the awkwardness that situation ensnares.

Walk

I'm counting the streetlights
It's all I can do
Now out on this long road
Starin' at my shoes

Hand in hand walking ou cares away
Hand in hand we're walking away

The skyline reaches high
Towering above the rest
My hopes and fears are numbered
larger than this addresss

Hand in hand watching our fears fly by
Hand in hand we're watching it fly

The night air breathes cold
I'm blowin' out smoke
My mouth stifles these words
They come out as a choke

Hand in hand talking through the night
Hand in hand we're talking tonight

Sui generis

This is something new and happier than most. I have recently stumbled across a new muse and it has provided me with a light heart. Hooray!

Sui generis
Unique is a word that gets thrown around
So often, it has become the norm
The meaning is lost like words with no sound
Washed away in these typical storms

This looks breaks through conventionality
You brim with trendsetting wealth
You have upset the social feng shui
You surprise even yourself

When people look back at these lost, sad years
They will see the world has grown duller
But I'll looks back at you with great revere
And see your face speckled in technicolor

Why do rainbows look pale in your light?
Compared to you, it is nothing to see
Why do sunsets try to fight
your beauty, unsuccessfully?

I spell unique with only four letters
Although some may disagree
Seeing you makes my days better
Come and be different with me

Random Lines

I woke up today feeling very melancholy. While I was at work, a couple lines popped into my head. They are very sad and emo-esque, but some of the more creative things I think of are of that nature. Oh, well. Sue me.

The constant barrage of self-esteem crushing words have finally taken its toll.
I have spent years constructing my ego, it took you weeks to destroy my soul.
You tore down my walls to peer to my insides.
You took out my insides to get to my pride.
I used to be so tall
and this endless tag team has diminished my will.
I feel so small when you are around.
In your inifinite wisdom, don't you recognize this sound?

What will it take for you to surrender?

Untitled (Retitled)

I wrote this song a few months ago. I put my self in the shoes of someone who feels incomplete (with a little of my own life experiences thrown in for good measure).

Untitled (Retitled)
We are outlines of songs to a demo
Underdeveloped film in the studio
Empty shells of former humans
Unfinished masterpieces

We are scared to be completed
Content in being beaten
We never want the first space
It's easier to blame from second place

We are remnants of our former selves
A run-down house with ransacked shelves
We are clouds that refuse to rain
We are songs with no refrain

I am Satan and I can't take this heat
A town with torn up streets
I am forced to hope I am something I am not
I am Satan and it's fucking hot

Our eyes are glazed over to the prefect ending
Our minds our blocked to our methodic mending

We are unwritten songs on a demo
Underdeveloped film in the studio
Empty shells of former humans
Unfinished...

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

Monarch Beauty

This song is about that very special feeling that is associated with love. I love love.

Monarch Beauty

These butterflies eat my worries of being alone
They spawn the love that I thought was gone
They travel up my arm to my shaking hands
They travel to my head, take me away to far off lands...

Lands where,
You and I run and play
In the sun all day
Laugh and talk
Kiss and walk
Dance and sing
Share everything
Nothing matters, except you and me.

They begin as some unknown feelings
They make it alright for this heart to start healing
They make me think of you all the time
You and them have taken my mind...to...

Lands where,
You and I run and play
In the sun all day
Laugh and talk
Kiss and walk
Dance and sing
Share everything
Nothing matters, except you and me.

It is time to run away.
Let me take you far from this place.
You and I, we'll start today.

Day Zero

I wrote this song on the first day on fall semester. I was sitting in between classes just people watching. I began to have all of these lines pop into my head. With a little rearrangement, they turn out pretty good. I think it tells the story of the first days of the first years of college, that frightened, worried, unsure feeling whether or not you will graduate...and when for god sakes?

Day Zero

The footsteps pound like a million raindrops
Wide eyes search for their numbers
Spokes litter the ground
How can this take so long?

Mumbled words are spoken to no one
Fright fills the air
Thousands are lonely, together
Desperate to make connections

Styles fade as fast as hair color
Destinations close in as hearts beat faster
Stairs move under the feet to the invisible pace
We haven't even begun

How will day one start?
Will days ten and twenty be better?
When will infinity save us?
Will we survive?

It's up to us, it's up to us.

Variations on a Theme

Again this is about 'Blue Sky.' This was more of a remembering-the-good-days-spliced-with-the-reality-of-the-situation poem. So the last item in the triad of each line is the reality, obviously. It is actually interesting reading this because part way through reading I think, "we did have some good times," but, by the end of reading it, I am thinking, "damn, that ended in a disaster of emotions, bleh." Have at it:

Variations on a Theme

I remember…
The way you looked, the way you smelled, the way you were bad for me.
I remember…
The way you laughed, the way you smiled, the way you stared through me.
I remember…
The way you walked, the way you talked, the way you walked away from me.

I remember these simple variations on a theme.
I remember these words you used to mean.

Your eyes, they burned bright, brighter than the sun
Your thoughts, they flickered from me, escaped on the run

I remember…
The way you cared, the way you stared, the way you ignored my call
I remember…
The way you fought, the way you taught, the way you never broke my fall
I remember…
The way you loved, the way you kissed, the way we hit that wall

I remember these simple variations on a theme.
I remember these words you used to mean.

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.

Shapeshifter

Last year, I found a small snippet, a chorus, if you will, and just the note "put her name in it" in my Word documents. This piece had not been modified since 2003. I can only imagine who this is about...a past band member? Yes. So, when I found this, I re-wrote the chorus and wrote some verses. (Can you find her name in the words?)

I had never really liked this piece. It has always seemed very rushed to me. Both parts, the newest and the latest. Alas, I have been infatuated with the concept of desiring to change yourself so much, that you are able to shift your physical self. The sheer willpower of man is strong and beautiful thing.

Shapeshifter

She’s a shape shifter.
She’ll show you her heart.
She’s a shape shifter.
She’ll show you your heart.

Beating you down with all she knows
She is only folklore
A figment of my blank stares

It’s just like choking
Gone in a cloud of smoke
Decapitate me and let me see your deceit

She’s a shape shifter.
She’ll show you her heart.
She’s a shape shifter.
She’ll show you your heart.

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.

Sprung

This song was also written in the Summer of 2004. It was after me and the boys had graduated (except for the ones that hadn't graduated yet or had already graduated, Greg and Mark, respectively). I wanted to write a poem that encapsulated how I felt about the most amazing Summer of my life. So I named the song "Sprung," you know, past tense of Spring...clever right? There are some very fun things I placed into this song.

The entirety of the verses were for my best friends, the Boys. We used to participate in all sorts of recreational drugs. And that summer was the first time, we had ever done mushrooms. So the lines about tripping and LSD (which we had not done yet) were about that. The final verse has 'easter eggs' hidden in it. It has references to the original members of the RBT and I believe they are in order in which they were bought...Doc, Scarface, Mr. Bill, Thumper, Lone Ranger, and Dino. Can you find them?

And finally, they most important thing about this song was the only unaltered line of the chorus. "Your heart burns a whole through my chest." The thing about this song is that it is an homage to that summer, and during that summer, everything I did had an underlying crush on one girl...I will call her A-S. So this song/poem does just that, accents my friends, but eludes to A-S. Actually, there are a couple more songs and things I wrote about her. One piece I wrote was a love note to her (it will be posted later). Well, that is enough rambling.

Sprung

The grass sticks to your back.
Hand to hand combat.
Stumble through weeks, through months
I’d take this trip again.

Your heart burns a whole through my chest.
Is this what LSD is?

The stench of past ruined your house.
Running, but taking.
We all touched solitary, but never were.
I’d give it to you in a double heartbeat.

Your heart burns a whole through my chest.
You have more music?

No doctor needed, these scars will heal tomorrow.
Oh no, these ears won’t ever hear your laughter.
Loneliness? Is that a question?
Memory grows ever near to extinction.

Your heart burns a whole through my chest.
Who thought I’d remember it?