Thursday, June 24, 2010

Catch Me If You Can

Hahahahaha


Your Hilarious my dear friends...

Its been awhile I know, but I know my place
and its far from ordinary. May went by instantly,
leaving memories of drunken escapades, ear-deafening jams,
and your usual Mothballism.

Recently I returned to my sacred place,
No. 2 Under The Cross. Breathtaking sunsets and nostalgic
reminders are widespread at my secret beach.
Marked with new experiences, this short trip contains
volumes of discovery.

And where am I now you ask? Well, I'm far displaced;
From my usual tranquility into the beautiful mountains
Where you'll never find me.


So from now on, you'll have to deal with my mistaken reality.
One full of stupidity and self-description; helpful to others development
By accidental means of inherent coincidents. Life's twists sure are remarkable
When they grab you by the hand and throw you into a whirlpool
Full of the bullshit and enlightenment you seek, but do you
Wash yourself when you escape that near-water trap?


Mothball revives, by his own intentional seclusion away from previous temptations.


Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Stained Me

If you didn't know (this blog is the most important one), but anyways check out my other blog about just randomness through out the day:

http://mothball7.tumblr.com/

I posted a new song (terribly rough quality demo) I've been working on.

Exams are consuming me, but this song is just too loud



Monday, April 26, 2010

Soundless Scream

Out of scotch, out of mind some say.
I recorded the track to the previously posted
lyrics tonight, but it's too large for you
folks to hear apparently.
I keep re-filtering my ears, yet
my heart can't hear my feelings



Some call this manic depression, I refer to
it simply as common sense,
my means of going by life.
The years go so god damn fast,
why do my days only go by slow?

I rocked my brains out this weekend,
which only left my heart to guide me
My tattoos remind myself of where I stand
Usually I resort to their last case command.

Even though some say I'm gifted, I believe its a hopeless curse.
A curse to be relinquished; alone through battles with that devil which
cries and rips through my spirit and into my finger tips every time
you hear my sweet baby Josie's scream.

She screams for my defense.
She knows how to live hopeless
She fears for what I am doing
She holds me tenderly
She will never hurt me
She is my everything.




Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Eventually you get what you look for

Try not to defame but protect a thought
You couldn't correctly view things
Never wrong,
You think you've found yourself
And somethings telling me you don't
know how wrong you are

Declare some ugly mission of obedience
To my ears, its only frequent bullshit
Everything you wanted on your own
I yelled I had it when you left home
Except what I knew,
Nothing was for you

God' Damn my intuition, led me the wrong way
Sure enough I'd slip into some sort of jam or delay
Out of places to go, couldn't really tell where I was tho
Pinpoint where I am, loud to find upon the far rise
Every thing I am yet to finally realize
Laugh about my inability to recognize
My own hopeless reprise

Nothing was for you, even I was clueless too
FUCK every part of that place you felt proud.
CRASH far from where I'm bound
Everything you wanted on your own
I yelled I had it when you left home
That other life appears to get away from
Reality you choose to deviate gone


Tuesday, April 13, 2010

A Creative Insight

I think I've discovered something deep about myself musically tonight. Basically I've written a bunch of "song lyrics", but tonight as I wrote "lyrics" to the song my band is working on I discovered it. I don't know if I could sing, but I haven't really been writing song lyrics, rather words that the guitar is playing. My words respond with what I feel when I play those notes, what I am trying to say when they blare out through my speakers.

If you want to understand what I'm talking about, I have the lyrics and recording this post describes.

I'm stunned about this discovery into myself and what I am saying.


Monday, April 12, 2010

Hmmm

Do I continue to not sleep at night because of what happened? Or is it because of what is happening?

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Dwelling at it's finest

So what exactly happened?

I'm not so sure honestly. Nervousness, trembling, horrible nostalgia? Yes, you could say the least. Fortunately, I happen to have incredible friends who always have my back. I can't say I'm whole, but I can damn sure act like it.

So should I just be the asshole I should be? I fear it would extend beyond who I am, but at the same time feel like the recipient deserves it.

I guess its time to wait and see... the dark seas bring 'bought the plastic beach.