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How Deep is the Ocean? Performed by Frank Sinatra

April 15, 2013
Musical Fantasy, Ol' Blue Eyes
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Because I can, and because I love you all!

How Deep is the Ocean Performed By Frank Sinatra

How much do I love you? I’ll tell you no lie
How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky?
How many times a day do I think of you?
How many roses are sprinkled with dew?

How far would I travel to be where you are?
How far is the journey from here to a star?
And if I ever lost you, how much would I cry?
How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky?

How far would I travel to be where you are?
How far is the journey from here to a star?
And if I ever lost you, how much would I cry?
How deep is the ocean? How high is the sky?
How high is the sky?

Tip Your Bartender By GlassJaw

April 15, 2013
GlassJaw: A Reawakening, Musical Fantasy
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I found a pretty cool video for this one. It takes the studio version and uses footage from live shows for a makeshift music video. I hope you enjoy! I’d give more of an explanation but I am functioning off of the few ounces of sanity I have while I fight through my cold/allergic conundrum.

Tip Your Bartender By GlassJaw

hit it one more time for our men in uniform
(with a price upon their heads).
this is a war.
bottoms up.
call it what you want,
the color changes up in the sun.
not throwing stones at you anymore.
your name’s in lights and I don’t wonder
anymore.

all my X’s live with hexes.
this is why I hang myself
with jealousy upon a fence-post
half mast.
fashion: war between the guilty and
the guilty and the teen.
i’d like to die like mice do.
i’m crying in the beer of a drunk man.

fashion.
buy it.
load it.
shoot it.

The Man Cold

April 15, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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A place of healing

feeling

more like

inevitable death

as I sit

in the room of

impending time

waiting like cattle

For a healer’s cry

To soothe my

inflamed throat and

runny nose.

Preliminary tests show

promise

My height, average

My weight, improved!

The nurse was

mildly

Impressed too.

Oxygen levels strive

Blood pressure

Could be better

But hot damn,

I’m still alive!

Led to an examination

room flooded by

Fluorescent light

“The doctor will

Be with you

Shortly; will you

be alright?”

I don’t hold my breath…

Finally, a being

with a doctorate

arrives

To probe my mouth

and nose with

Stainless steel

And listen closely

To my airway’s rhythm

It’s “just a cold”

She says

“Go get some rest”,

You big baby.

At least the consultation

was free…

Goodbye (She quietly says) Performed by Frank Sinatra

April 14, 2013
Musical Fantasy, Ol' Blue Eyes
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I’d apologize for posting so much of Sinatra’s music lately but… I find it difficult to see his crooning as a punishment. So instead, I GRACE you all with another of his airs. I hope you enjoy 🙂

Goodbye (She quietly says) Performed by Frank SInatra

There is no great big ending, no sunset in the sky
There is no string ensemble, and she doesn’t even cry
And just as I begin to say that we should make another try
She reaches out across the table looks at me and quietly says good-bye
There is no big explosion, no tempest in the tea
The world does not stop turning round, there’s no big tragedy
Sitting in a coffee shop with cheesecake and some apple pie
She reaches out across the table looks at me and quietly says good-bye
Good-bye, said so easily, Good-bye, said so quietly
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye, just two always strangers avoid each other’s eyes
One still make believing, one still telling lies, she tells me that I’m not to blame
But when I ask the reason why
She reaches out across the table looks at me and quietly says good-bye
Good-bye, said so easily. Good-bye, said so quietly
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
She reaches out across the table looks at me and quietly says good-bye

Pink Roses By GlassJaw

April 14, 2013
GlassJaw: A Reawakening, Musical Fantasy
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Pink Roses By GlassJaw

you like to carry my heart in a bag that’s broken.
you’re asking when do I stop?
when the bottle’s empty.
blacker than my father’s soul, drunk enough to raise us all.
pink roses.
nomad:
drowning rat.
black.
black.
so black you can’t even grasp the fact.
blacker than a beggar’s soul, rich enough to save us all.
lead with your need as god descends.
cold in the ground.
what gets me this down?
the smell of magnesium, the smile of a clown.
i want to drink you, scare you, fuck you and film you.

Siren Song

April 14, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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It all sounds like a broken record
When you say that it’s the distance;
No, long distance.
Or did we just grow distant?
Because I have heard this all before
From the mouth of a siren by the shore
Dragging me to the frigid depths
A last caress, to compliment a final breath.

Ebb Tide Performed By Frank Sinatra

April 12, 2013
Musical Fantasy, Ol' Blue Eyes
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Another reason I love Sinatra’s voice…

First the tide rushes in;
plants a kiss on the shore.
Then rolls out to sea.
And the sea is very still
Once more.

So I rush to your side.
Like the oncoming tide.
With one burning thought:
Will your arms, open wide?

At last, we’re face to face.
And as we kiss, through an embrace
I can tell, I can feel,
You are love, you are real
Really mine

In the rain,
In the dark,
In the sun.

Like the tide at its ebb
I’m at peace in the web
Of your arms.

Black Nurse By GlassJaw

April 12, 2013
GlassJaw: A Reawakening, Musical Fantasy
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Now, I apologize for any omitted lyrics in this installation; I am relying on the “interweb’s” variations. And I am at work so I can’t listen along to pin down the faults. Although he is pretty clear speaking in this song so I am hoping that the contributors do him justice.

It doesn’t help that I’ve been slowly contracting some relentless illness that continues to ravage my respiratory system. But, I digress… enjoy!

Beyond poor
Beyond ostracized
Destined to be obscured.
Beyond right in your offset eyes

On dominus ground
If what I say isn’t true
I do it to reason with you
Kiss and no tell
The police down at the motel

I’m aware, I see
Yet somewhere as you reach down
I’m afraid you’ll want me to go without.

I’m aware, I see; yes, I do
Yet somewhere as you reach down
I’m afraid you’ll want me to go without
To return what I’ve given out.

Beyond poor,
Beyond ostracized
Destined to be obscured
Beyond right in your husband’s eyes
Does he bow when you’re around?

What I say isn’t true
But I do it to reason with you
Kiss and no tell
The last man in what the first to take the vow

I’m aware, I see; yes, I do
Yet somewhere as you reach down
I’m afraid you’ll want me to go without

I’m aware, I see; yes, I do
Yet somewhere as you reach down
I’m afraid you’ll want me to go without
Return what I’ve given out.

The Pain

April 12, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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Raising the volume just before the threshold.

Drowning out the thoughts,

Picking up the tempo.

Finding a new high at every new low.

Chemicals loosen this inner-demon’s hold.

This pain, I fear,

is getting really fucking old. Â