How foolish we are to wish upon a star
With light years drawn between us all.
So many a wish claim a single sun;
Rarely, yours is the chosen one.
I’m better off with a post-card to Mars.
Where civilization may have thrived
With high hopes that a dweller took shelter
Before Armageddon arrived
This is a really good friend of mine who goes by the name “Hana Banana!” Not officially but in our line of friendship it is. This girl has been an inspiration to me in my writing since the very beginning. She was my first “writing buddy” I guess you can call it and I can honestly say that if it wasn’t for her encouragement, I may have never continued writing after high school ended. So I would like to honor her by spreading this video of her doing her very first cover song by one of her favorite artists. I hope you all enjoy. Please comment on the video VIA YouTube if you enjoyed it. I know I did 🙂
The last time that I saw her
Was racked with misery
A familiar face
Bringing terror to my knees
From false prophet worship
Forgery FORGERY! I shout to the sky
This Goddess hides a demon
Beneath my own ignorant eyes
I have been a fool,
Weary that my own path
May fowl hers.
The crow. arises
And steals the dreams from my eyes
Kneel down and kiss the ground
Stations of the new cross
Yet at the faintest light,
Even his conscious is eating him alive
Tell them all…
I believe in
Regret for when the morning appears again
I believe in one regret to hold
You when the morning appears again
Dawn of devotion
Temporary nuance
I light fire to bait a prey
Simpler than you are
Though you don’t believe I might
Even his conscious was eating him alive
Tell the world
I believe in
Regret for when the morning appears again
I believe in regret for when the sun appears again
The crown arises and plucks
The dreams from my eyes
The stations of the new cross
I hope contempt for God as well
And his faux religion
We undersell
If I’ve reason to believe
To soul lies to itself
I’ll show them mercy
But will I lie to myself?
And again you’ll find
A miracle in inches I know you will
I hold contempt for her majesty
She answers only to charity
Ready my head for disbelief
But superstitions help
I show them mercy but do I lie to myself?
I’ll hold contempt for God as well
(until he delivers by hand)
And again you’ll find
A miracle in inches I know you will
I’m hoping to be proud
Hoping that it shows
I look in the mirror
Hoping that he knows
My heart is to be found
Giving way to getting wet
Red tide
I find it so peculiar
How you sit and stare
No one gets out alive
No one
For now and always
Hoping for the best
A pretty cigarette
Leaves the head a wreck
I beg you to believe
Assumption leaves you in
Red tides
I find it so peculiar
How you sit and stare
No one gets out alive
No one
Okay, the first post apparently muffed up the video so here is a second with the goods intact. My apologies for the error! Now, listen!
The Gillette Cavalcade Of Sports By GlassJaw
And I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish
A round and a bout..
down I’m scared.
To throne nowhere.
and I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish
A mountain of doubt down I’m heir
to throne nowhere.
Cause,
Here’s where the train ride ends.
Screaming, “is this your decision?”
We were the best of friends,
I’ll go nowhere.
This isn’t where,
This isn’t where I found you
“And my Life is such a ball then I run the world from city hall”
And I knew you all.
“And my Life is such a ball then I run the world from city hall”
And I own you all.
In this,
In this Holiday Inn..
Well,
Welcome back race fans, it’s Cavalcade sport time again.
Here at the jamboree,
Home of the hits.
How you doing Bob?
It’s the last stretch
And my heart.. my heart stays in the lead
And we see first, second behind my heart is my mind
Third behind my mind is my body.
Fourth behind my body is my soul
And my heart stays in the lead.
Coming around the stretch..
That was a good one Bob.
No dutch.
“Home is where the heart it is…”
“on the bus!”
This is one of their songs that they had been experimenting with sort of a Blues/jazz/rock vibe.
I dig it for the slow going rhythm where you can just bob your head and almost fall into a trance. There isn’t a fun explanation for this song from Daryl as far as I know. So I scourged the web and read some other’s interpretations which have been similar to my own. So I’ll give a short version below.
As for the meaning, well you’ve gotta dig deep for that. And quite frankly, it seems as if he is talking to himself. Almost a verbal altercation between maybe his personal demons.
Although some others thought that he was writing about a band member who was once straight-edge but eventually fell into the path of drugs and alcohol.
If anyone has another take on this, feel free to chime in. It’s nice to hear other people’s opinions on GJ’s music 🙂 Now without further delay, I give you the lyrics.
Oxycodone By GlassJaw
Yes we have the audio
Amassing barriers
I oughtta know
for I’ve taken pills until it’s aerial
and yes contest with the best monetary order
you get the daughter
you can murder it
if you’ve heard of it
or you’ve purchased it in the showroom
but that’s not part of it
or at least not part of the book ’cause I’ve read it
and as for the film I’ve seen it
oh and I mean it
I am the prodigal son of involuntary order
or shit I taught em
on a strange man from a strange land
near japan trots a dog of war
who is sorting overzealous razor-wire wristbands
and he’s the bees knees
and if he sneezed please oversee this slight oversight for which he’ll fight
granted tonight’s the night
and if you feel it well then alright
would i lie to you?
yeah i’d like to
over and over
over and over
stand there laughing
but what for?
conceptual continuity
driven stewardly
i’m through with thee
my focus on the parody is new to me
you’re digging holes like you’ve forgotten how to swim
and taking orders like you’re my daughter
i like the night if you like the night
i love the night if there’s a general on my right
boy what have you become? you’ve become undone
and boy I’ve been there
a coward in the face of what you stood for
i’m dirt poor and still I’ve stood more
cause tonight’s the night and if you feel it alright, well
would i lie to you?
yeah i’d like to
over and over
over and over
stand there laughing
but what for?
well…
i never eat the stomach, no
because you never know
what’s your prey’s prey and what’s its sign
astrological, anatomical, in the name of art
hosanna’s form
lipstick on the collar of a wed man
comical.
mystery travels in pairs
i ride sidecar
and i love company
and where is the daybreak from this date-rape?
please step back as i placate
history’s mystery fizzling sizzling shimmering glycerin glistening in the light
you’ll get your rocks off but you can’t stop girl tonight
would i lie to you?
yeah i’d like to
over and over
over and over
stand there laughing
but what for?
Greetings from the U.S. OF A. Thank you for checking out my page. Yeah, first Canadian reader! 🙂 Btw, I love your drinking age. It helped me enjoy a trip to Niagara Falls a little more a couple of years ago.
An updated version of a poem I blogged about about a week ago. Hopefully it surpasses the original in my viewer’s eyes.
It was the happiest and saddest moment of his Summer.
All in one sitting with you, happiest and saddest.
The excitement of your smile brought on one of his own.
A truly exquisite feeling, no other has come close.
Still in his broken mind, a time bomb awaits its trigger.
When the feeling of serenity falls victim to displeasure.
In all his doubt, he still believes you will be back some day.
Yet your departure has always caused his soul to constrain.
Wrapping tightly around the detonator, break your gaze.
Your beautiful eyes need not see him blown away.
And plug your ears, no need for you to hear
the explosive rambling of a man lost with love.
unsuccessful at his every quest for one to take hold.
He only wishes to share what he holds so close.
A burning passion, love that is true.
A man can only hope.
The Way it Goes 