Status: Divorced
City: Elkins Park
State: Pennsylvania
Country: US
Signup Date: 9/23/2004
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Wednesday, January 28, 2009
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Current mood:  accomplished
Category: Music
“Apology of Thievery,” the latest release by Schwa, is a creation born of humility, repentance and love. A combination of hard rocking lines and bittersweet, soulful strings that tells a story of what’s in one person’s heart.
A stunning, harsh organ mixes with tribal drums which push, pull and direct the listener to pay attention to a message of hope. The lyrics tell a story of what happens to so many of us, when we find ourselves driven to distraction and then are suddenly awakened by what we’ve jeopardized.
Alternating driving beats with sweet moments of reflections it implores, requests and demands consideration. Yet the vocals resonate a heartfelt wish to acknowledge mistakes and correct misdeeds. Building to an emotional crescendo, it comes down quickly to an unexpected finish. Strings and acoustic cry sadly.
All that’s so complicated to us, brought down to the naked heart of what is. Or perhaps a requiem of all that can’t be brought back.
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Thursday, January 01, 2009
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Current mood:  artistic
Category: Music
FBOM7 Review, by CHROME
"I spent days working on my thoughts about FBOM7 and today I threw it all away. Because it suddenly became crystal clear to me, FBOM7 is the story of life.
Ive been fascinated by FBOM7 from the beginning because of the way it connects and blends movements of seemingly divergent genres. But what is life if not a series of movements?
FBOM7 is a musical representation of those movements, whether were riding in the car on a beautiful day with the top down, carefree or were kicking ass at the things we love best or were knocked off our feet by unexpected events. Every action, feeling, victory and defeat in our life changes us. It becomes a part of us and influences our choices for the rest of our lives.
It leaves us with scars, IOS, caution or courage.
We roll with a sweet bass line, we beat back our adversaries with kick ass drums and we stop and stare in wonder at the bittersweet symphony of life - the sight of a sunrise over the mountains, the sleeping child in the crib, the utterly warm feeling when the love of your life enters the room.
FBOM7 guides us through the journey. Each movement contains the influence of the others in a fusion of breathtaking perfection.
Life is not always as beautiful as FBOM7. It can be messy and painful and ugly but its always full balls out magic."
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Thursday, May 29, 2008
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Spin is not just a song, it's an evolutionary musical leap forward for Schwa. The first time I heard Spin I had to ask, "Is 'sextacular' a word?" because it was the best one I could think to describe it. Energy-infused, erotic and completely original, Spin is a masterpiece of electronic luciousness. It reaches deep down into that primitive part of you and causes symptoms such as uncontrollable booty-shaking, tingly hot sensations and grabbing the nearest man or woman (or both!) and throwing down over the nearest bed, couch, backseat or park bench. Spin's subtle windup jumps into a sultry electronic sensation carried by pulsing, driving beats. The combination of pulsating electronica, Schwa's hot, smooth vocals and the sexy background additons create a tune destined to have people exploring each other's deep, dark secrets on dance floors everywhere. In perfect carnal fashion it builds, backs down, and builds some more, prolonging the experience for maximum effect. The climax changes the focus from the hard driving beats to the ethereal experience of the perfect moment. Spin doesn't come to a crashing halt, it winds down slowly allowing you to absorb the last moments of passion and intimacy.
What started as a poem, built into an idea and then exploded into electronic bliss. Spin is a multi-dimensional musical experience that explores our most basic instincts. Even knowing Schwa's talent I was floored by Spin. It's a new level of Schwa-ness that promises a future of transcendent grooves.
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"Sunday Sadness - Daydreaming"
Sunday Sadness - Daydreaming by Schwa was composed for his beautiful daughter but could easily be an anthem for single parents everywhere who only have the privilege of being with their children part time. For anyone that knows Schwa they know that this tribute only scratches the surface of the love he has for his children. In typical Schwa fashion, this isn't just a sad song, it's a celebration of that love and finding the positive in what is otherwise a less than ideal situation.
Schwa sets the tone of Sunday Sadness with piano that, with only a few simple notes, alternates between sadness and hope. With chill guitar and synth he wraps it in a warm blanket of groove. His vocals are heartfelt and authentic, there's no mistaking his unconditional devotion. There's no self-pity, no anger, only longing and a sadness from having to say goodbye every sad Sunday.
Schwa's dedication to his children is evident not just through tributes such as Sunday Sadness, but in his relationship with them, his pride in them and their love and respect for him. Like Schwa himself, it's a rare and amazing thing. Sunday Sadness is a living, breathing embodiment of an emotion that most people cannot put a name to let alone express with such clarity. My absolute favorite thing about Schwa's music is how different every musical experience is. Always something different, something new. Always something to look forward to.
"EMERALD"
In EMERALD - 10, Schwa brings to his listeners a ballad that's beautiful in both composition and sentiment. It's a deceptively simple tune that embodies the most complicated things in life. While influenced by Sigur Ros's Njosnavelin, Emerald is Schwa, through and through. His piano guides Emerald into life and it's carried along by a beautiful and earthy acoustic guitar. His vocals are soothing and sweet, bringing a chill up the spine. But it's the violins, crying softly throughout, that bring it to life.
Schwa will always say about his music, "I do it for me, take what you want from it." Emerald came into existence at a difficult point in my own life and it affected me in a completely unexpected way. That's the magic in music, great music, it can be listened to by a million people and touch them all in different ways. I know Schwa's music has this effect, I've seen it elicit emotion and interpretations as varied and unique as the listeners themselves. Emerald brought me to my knees, forced me to re-examine my perspective of things that were happening in my life. I still have trouble listening to it but I can't not. It's beautiful in it's intention and soul and deserves to be enjoyed for what it is, a loving tribute.
Schwa has put Emerald out there for the world to hear. Take what you want from it, there are no wrong answers here.
"Number 9 - Underneath It All"
In 9 - Underneath it All, we see Schwa move in a completely new direction. 9 is deep, dark and disarming. Schwa explores what it means for two people who have been walking parallel paths to connect. To find someone who has been down a dark road, like you have, and found their way to you. Finding that person, that kinship, brings closeness, comfort and peace.
The music of 9 is as dark and beautiful as the lyrics. Schwa's guitar takes on a life of it's own, alternating from hard rocking to hauntingly beautiful to simply lovely and back around again.
The vocals in 9 are something entirely new for Schwa. They start out dark and gritty and continue to build and grow in both momentum and emotion. And in this he reaches a place that I don't think his music has ever been before. To hear Schwa let go, uninhibited and without fear, is a thing unequaled. He manages to be vulnerable yet powerful, exposed yet completely secure. This isn't something that can be contrived or taught. This is a talent that only comes with the confidence and utter faith in every word you're singing.
Once again Schwa has taken his fans on an exciting journey into uncharted territory. 9-Underneath it All is like having a picture window into his heart and soul as he reaches out for something unseen by the rest of us.
"Where We Are"
Where We Are is a bittersweet exploration of love and longing. It's full of both hope and sorrow, making it a heart warming, if not sometimes heart breaking, journey. It's about standing at the crossroads of a second chance, with all the uncertainty and sadness that can accompany it.
Schwa's vocals in Where We Are are smooth and emotional without being pretentious or demanding. His sincerity shines through as well as his patience and determination. The music is a seamless union of a sweet guitar, a cool drum line and deep bass. It comes together to create something that is mellow, funky and soulful simultaneously.
Schwa could have taken the same song, slowed it down and set it to an acoustic guitar or piano and created something smothered in heartache. Instead, the music he created carries the thread of hope weaved throughout the lyrics and brings it to the forefront. Making Where We Are a song you can rock to and still feel good about it.
"SEVEN - Almost Too Good"
SEVEN-Almost Too Good is the fun and insanely energetic new tune from Schwa.
Unlike a lot of his tunes that build up gradually, SEVEN rocks from the first beat to the last. Schwa captures, in music and lyrics, the passion and exhilaration that occur when you fall head over heels in love. I don't know of anything else that generates the same feelings of elation and invincibility in such a pure and beautiful way. For 4 minutes and 29 seconds SEVEN is the embodiment of that bliss.
The vocals of SEVEN are a shining example of the growth and development of Schwa's talent. There was a time when his vocals served as a background to his music, if they were present at all. In SEVEN they take center stage. Yes, the music of SEVEN rocks but the vocals are, and should be, the focus. They're upbeat and impassioned and imbued with utter sincerity.
The music of SEVEN creates a foundation and complements the vocals without overpowering them. It pulls the listener in, careening him up into the midst of the excitement. While the guitar and drums drive it along, it's the piano that gives SEVEN an almost whimsical, innocent quality. When it's all put together you can't help but rock with it, and smile.
SEVEN is some of Schwa's finest work. Even the most jaded will find themselves believing that true love may still exist in the world. We each remember, or long for, that feeling of anything being possible with the right person at your side. SEVEN reminds us that we're not alone in that feeling and that it can, in fact, be a reality.
"NumberFive"
A big part of what makes Schwa's music so powerful is his fearlessness in exposing his heart, his pain, his joy and his fears. Schwa's latest release, simply titled 5, is a piece that was born of blood, sweat, tears and other unfortunate events. It has been through several incarnations, each more touching and well produced than the last. At no time, however, did the heart of the song alter or become lost in the effort to polish it. On the contrary, he managed to take the raw framework of this song and pare it down to it's essence.
The music of 5 sounds, to me, like what heartbreak feels like. A rush of emotions; melancholia, anger, yearning and nostalgia to name just a few. It has a driving beat that builds gradually and carries it through but there's a sad guitar always there, sometimes just as a hint in the background, haunting. The vocals are emotional and uninhibited, exposing the lyrics for what they are, the truth. It's evident that this wasn't drawn from imagination or from interpreting someone else's story; this was written and recorded at the height of emotion.
Anyone who has ever experienced the loss of a great love and the hope of it's revival will be drawn to and moved by this song. 5 touches on every raw nerve I have relating to my own experience. Some things never go away, they are permanently imprinted in our heart and soul. For better or worse, they make us who we are. The best we can do is learn from these experiences and, if we're lucky, honor them with something beautiful - like 5.
"Perspective - Number Six"
Perspective Number 6 (a.k.a. my new favorite song!) the latest triumph released by Schwa is a testament to both the artist and the man. It's a song about embracing and honoring the past but not living in it. It's about appreciating everything you have and everything around you.
In Perspective Schwa blends acoustics and electric in perfect balance with just a touch of the abstract that makes it a signature Schwa piece. The introspective lyrics give you insight into his heart and mind; so much so you feel compelled to re-examine your own perspective. The vocals are warm and strong with a self-possession that can't be achieved without believing in oneself. All the pieces put together create a balanced, peaceful, and moving work of art. -Chrome
R says "Diggin it man. Real solid chord progressions. Good use of liquid and solid. Lush synth sounds over power guitars. The acoustic parts are real nice too. As always through the holes and sustain notes there are always little surprises of cool synth gurgily atmospheres."
"MILLION"
In Million Schwa demonstrates why Paradox.27 is so appropriate. My first reaction to Million was, "Wow, this is a really sad song." But I knew there was more to it so I played it again, and again, and again. While I still find it to be a sad song about mutual loss I also found in it a way to deal and move on and find hope. Million begins quietly with a melancholy guitar but builds momentum and picks up speed the deeper it goes. It's a subtle transformation that happens so seamlessly you almost don't see it coming. Before you know it you're rocking out to what should, by all rights, be a heartbreaking ballad. Schwa's vocals had a big effect on how I started to view Million, they're soft spoken but strong and solid without a hint of sappiness or self-pity.
Million, much like its creator, is a paradox. It seems to be one thing but upon closer inspection turns out to be something else entirely. It's sad and it's happy; it's complex and it's simple. It can bring about powerful memories of your own painful experiences while at the same time you'll find yourself doing that embarrassing little rock out dance you do in your car while singing it out loud. Million isn't one of those songs you can listen to once and get the point, there are just too many layers for that. Every time you hear it you'll find something new in it and in yourself. It will take on new meanings and confront your assumptions about what effect losing someone or something will have on you.
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I really dig what I've heard so far. There's a common thread through all of your work, I've noticed. There's a particular tension, that's alive and shifting through out the tracks, but in the center is calm and peaceful. The drive is there, but it's not forced. I'm reminded of an image from Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land: She rushed about the nest, unhurried. Your music conveys (to me, anyways) a sense something that is content with it's desires. Please keep this up, and let me know when you break an album. Will Slaten of Reading Makes Me Angry
Jesse - "I admire those who can take a harsh and cold world, pocket it and send it back out as the beautiful place it was ment to be..."
R - "Million: Dude fucking totally dig it man. Once again love the textures. The music is getting more pop alt 80s sounding (of course in a modern way) and I am totally digging it. This one has a lot of various flavors in it across multiple genres. Very cool man. I would like to be there one time when you are recording since as you put it - the methods are beyond prehistoric. Maybe, but the results don't show that."
Rx - Million: "Yes! Like the new tune. Very peaceful."
"WAITING"
One of three things is bound to happen when a person or band remakes a song. 1 – pure butchery. They take the song and try so hard to make it new that they kill the spirit. I heard a remake of U2's One (as a duet no less) that has doubtlessly ruined that song for me and many others forever. 2 – absolutely nothing. The remake sounds exactly the same as the original. No effort is made to improve or personalize the song. I was half way through a remake of Melt with You before I realized it was a remake. 3 – a Zen-like balance between old and new. When Joey Ramone remade What a Wonderful World he managed to keep the spirit of the song while making it unmistakably Ramone-esque.
In Waiting, Schwa has achieved that balance by taking a fantastic song originally by Monster Movie and adding just a touch of Schwa to make it his own.
I'm constantly being admonished to listen to all Schwa tunes on a "really good system" and this was no exception. There's good reason behind the OCDish reminders though. There are so many layers and such subtlety in this tune you have to crank it up and pay attention. It's easy to be drawn into a hypnotic trance but you have to stay focused to really appreciate all there is to it (at least for awhile, then zone out and enjoy the ride).
But my favorite part is the vocals. The first time I heard this song I knew that Schwa's voice was made for it. It's chill, smooth and energetic. Waiting makes you question your own apathetic behavior and inspires a desire to do what it is you have been putting off or waiting for the perfect time to do. You feel ready to climb that mountain, write the great American novel, or declare your love/lust for that elusive someone. I think Monster Movie will be both impressed and pleased with this beautifully done remake of what was already a fantastic song.
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Monster Movie says:
"...listened to the new version and it sounds good...i think your version of Waiting sounds kind of like a hit record...
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Friday, October 05, 2007
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Current mood:  cheerful
Category: Writing and Poetry
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It's 6:07PM, Friday, downtown, just outside the city lights' reach. The glow of the skyline merely begin to make its mark against the setting sun. Her aura, more powerful than the above, shimmers as the night falls.
From hops, malt and water flowing, soothing our souls, holding hands and whispering cell-tingling words in each other's ear, we take the walk that begins to bring about the deafening emptiness of the week's end.
Walking, a pause in an ever-moving still moment, to smile upon a suburban man out of his element and his Saint Bernard, this four-legged beauty that attempts to rescue us from a mistaken life, that must be lost to win. A look and the painting seem to motion what dreams may come. Some say come what may; I say come what must.
Continuing. Time stopped so fast. We didn't realize it until the moment passed and we returned, dizzy and light-headed, to the present. Note to self: the moment never really passes. It simply transforms into the next.
And so it happened.
The busy sounds of the city streets, cars buzzing down the pothole-ridden street like metallic wasps singing urban songs, the garbling of passers-by walking home from work wondering if their lovers will still be there upon their return, the tragically hip couples dining at the chic outside tables on north third discussing their latest artistic achievements while she slides her tongue in and sips the foamy head off of the victory pilsner, teasing him, all these intricate and unique audible elements quickly faded, too quick to even notice, into a uniform aural collage of soothing background noise, no longer having any significance or relevance in this world, our world, like all their issues and dreams and thoughts and problems, joys and sorrows washed away to form the gentle soundtrack for this moment, a lullaby, like the soothing hum of a fan in the window on a warm autumn eve while the television murmurs on static as the day's programming has ended,, being lulled into a sweetly subconscious slumber together, holding each other under an embryonic and soft Tibetan blanket, it all gracefully faded for this moment, a beautiful moment.
Her body, this being more beautiful than anything I've ever been blessed to lay eyes upon, slammed gently against the might oak tree I instinctively caught from the corner of my hypnotized eye, blooming massively from within the cracked sidewalk. A gorgeous thud echoes in slow motion as her back displaces the air occupying the bark and we become another ring in this tree's history.
Not even a thought. It just happens.
Pressed up against her. Feeling the heat and sensation of each other's breath as we draw closer, subtle pauses as we try to resist the kiss, a kiss we want so much the city can taste it, their mouths water in anticipation. Hands gripping, fingernails digging into the bark of the trunk, like the writhing flesh of her young skin, tearing it apart with such hunger, as pieces fall to the earth from the oak, a reminder of our desire and no matter how strong we are, everything is delicate and fragile. Pulling the oak from behind her towards me, ripping its massive tangling roots from the earthen soil spanning city blocks underneath, only to bring her closer, closer to me.
Ahhh, my god, to bring her closer, I would dismantle this fucking planet, reaching deep into its hot molten core, and pulling the very essence of its heart closer with hands spewing magma into the atmosphere like a fireworks finale showing the universe just a glimpse of what our love feels like, only leaving most feeling envious, longing and empty inside, call it a sad and unfortunate lack of their comprehension, feeling like a drip candle that has flickered out without a whisper in the cold silence of their dark lonely inner chambers.
Clutching wrists and hands, tighter, pressing them higher towards the tree top, high above our glowing faces, arms wrapping back behind and around the mighty oak, our love totem, a vertical wooden bed, fingers intertwined like ivy running wild and free through a trellis amongst the daffodils boasting green and yellows.
Bodies moving closer like synchronous waves throbbing against the soft sandy beach, a humanesque ebb and flow, of skin and blood. The sweet breath from our mouths entangling in a whirlwind of love and pleasure, delicately forming a protective field that surrounded us and whitewashed the vision of the outside world away.
Lips lock and no one has the key. Time has stopped. Two grains of sand suspended indefinitely in the hourglass, molecularly speeding in hyper drive in their own right, yet standing still, waiting for our cue to command them to fall. Reader, I refrain from torturing you with heavenly sultry details of this kiss that brings lovers to their knees, atomically awe-inspiring. You can attempt to take it from here, for ladies and gentlemen, we are floating in space…
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Friday, October 05, 2007
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Current mood:  hopeful
Category: Writing and Poetry
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Across our street
View from our porch
Little old lady
70 year old robe
Good Will pajamas
Hair adorned in overnight curlers
Sneaks out her front door
Like she's afraid of the world
Hunched over
Fast small steps
Grabs the morning paper
She quickly returns
To where she's safe again
Morning instant coffee
Sweet n low, powder creamer
Reading today's woes
Her phone forgets to ring
Slippers warming, Cats purring
Stares at nothing, nothing's left
I wonder what her day promises
What is she looking forward to?
How does she feel about love
And being all alone
Old and Alone all these years
Just waiting for nightfall
Yearning to sleep
To just start over again
When you're old and hunched over
I go get your morning paper
Cane at my side
I make our morning tea
We read together
but not todays woes
How Lestat loved his victim
And the poem i just wrote
Your songs play on the radio
Fuzzy slippers off
So our feet can play
Under warm blankets
Kisses matured with age
We're not alone
We're still in love
We have each other
Hold my hand
We say a prayer together
For that little old lady
Who saddens our hearts
With her broken solitude
But we can be her friend
We have enough love to share
Our eyes engage
Same as before
In your quiet sweet voice
You whisper "tell me you love me"
I catch my breath, smiling
And say "but it's not Friday"
We laugh, eyes gleaming
Whole body smiles
I thank God you love me
I love you too
We're still brand new, at 72
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Wednesday, August 15, 2007
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Current mood:  indescribable
Category: Writing and Poetry
The Maestro - Written by Chrome (my thanks to you, Chrome, for thanking me with this! it is beautiful, gave me chills and left me with a loss for words. you're a wonderfully talented writer and a great friend. i am humbled and honored...)
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Under the shade of an ancient knotty tree, the Maestro sits, idly strumming his guitar. Random musings become melody as inspiration dances unselfconsciously nearby, barefoot in the grass, wrapped in innocence and princess pajamas. The spider spins his elaborate web, unaware of the influence he wields over his observer. Creation less a process than a series of revelations, pieced together into a complex tapestry of beauty and emotion. Thoughts, feelings, stories untold, exposed as he would never express in casual conversation. Friend, father, the stranger passing you on the street with a casual smile. Roles diverse, woven into a labyrinthine existence and saturated in the urgency of creation. Joy, heartbreak, desire, all carry their own distinctive sound. The angry rail on a guitar, the tears shed by a melancholy violin, the sweet melody of piano keys reaching out to touch the heart and soul.
The Maestro doesn't compose so much as he lets the music within him become material. Emerging from within, finding release in voice and hands, strong, yet elegant. Perceptions and vulnerabilities exposed as they evolve over time through events and moments - both life changing and seemingly incidental. Unpretentious exploration of the most secret recesses of a mind, the challenge of digging deeper, being more honest. Creation is confession. Composition taking shape like a rainbow after the storm. The Maestro closes his eyes, sees the music in an array of vivid colors and textures. Amorphous particles come together in simple splendor. For a few minutes a grateful listener glimpses something rare and beautiful and holds onto the memory of those moments until once again they have the pleasure of witnessing one of the world's natural phenomenon.
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Tuesday, July 10, 2007
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Current mood:  contemplative
Category: Music
19 years today...................
A Good Man, yes, I truly believe he was. The feeling of love, his love enforces this belief. His eyes, my eyes, his gift to me, were as sincere and honest as the holiest of men. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't miss him, his touch, smell, god, it's his voice that I miss the most! And I know one day he will be there, waiting for me, calling my name, leading the way to our true home. Until then, my family and I are left with his memory, photographs, reliving the story of his life through our memories. Making certain that his grandchildren all know how decent and loving their grandfather was.
To Schwa I want to say THANK YOU. He has created another piece of his memory for my family and I to cherish. All I have to do is play my daddy's song, close my eyes, and I'm with him and I feel whole again.
My father spent his life struggling with his demons, fighting a war that in the end, won. The good do not always win; life is not always fair. It's full of bumps, floods, heartbreak and disappointment. But there is also love! Love, for all of us, puts all of our troubles, pain, and loss, into perspective. My father loved as deeply as any of us. I am content and at peace knowing this. He loved his children, family and friends. Through all the pain, confusion, and questions that I had, and still have, I do not question the love that surrounded me when he was near. I just accepted it, gorging myself in it. I was completely sustained from my father's love and strength.
Schwa has captured this completely in A Good Man. As I have said before, "simple is simply perfect". Simple and to the point, my father is and always will be A Good Man.
The only thing left to say is directed to my father: MULU, always and forever, until we meet again, and I am in your arms, and I am safe...................
TLG
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Friday, June 29, 2007
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Current mood:  indescribable
Category: Music
Schwa is down from a nasty brown recluse bite 600 miles away. He wrote this song in the hospital tonight ans asked me to post it. Its called "Venom", but as usual, its about much more than the poisonous 7inch round swirling wound. you'll know. It's Schwa. Of course, he said the words are subject to change when the music hits. And he said put CC here and do weird stuff. Uhm, Ok! LOL
Feel better baby! XOXOXO
"Venom"
You give me The sweetest sensations Like lava streaming through My veins
So dig into me harder With yer soft pretty mouth Making love to you Just tears me apart Pull me close
You're under my skin Venom seeping in I feel you inside Of me...
Your beautiful poison Swirling inside Sweet tragedy flows Straight to my heart...
Kiss me harder girl Suck my breath away You dizzy my world As i sweat the pain away
My spirit's on fire Reach deep inside Pour your love And hate into me As i explode inside you
You're under my skin Venom seeping in I feel you inside Of me...
Your beautiful poison Swirling inside Sweet tragedy flows Straight to my heart...
Make my body ache As i make you shiver Throw your head back And pull me in Ill take you To the edge of the earth And we always know We'll never let us go And we'll always know Its you and me
We're under our skin Venom seeping in Feel us both Deeper inside...
And we always know We'll never let us go And we'll always know Its you and me As we drink our sweet venom...
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Thursday, June 28, 2007
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Current mood:chill
Category: Writing and Poetry
Curves and shapes Slippery when wet Smell of teen spirit In the ocean air
Dripping wet The sea flows off their bodies Dripping into the sand Their juices flow
Hot, sweaty figures Against the eclipse of the skyline Like surreal figurines Of beauty and wonder
A story as this Is missing but one thing And she is the One The only One
She is Q The holy grail inside me The Q that makes me sweat And drip into nothing
At her mercy I lie down before her In the sand and skies Waiting
If she comes The earth and skies will collide The horizon implodes A heavenly eclipse
The waves shall stop The sand critters pause The figurines stare As she steps foot on sand
Every foot print The sand saves as a memory For who can forget The beauty of her movements
She breathes in rhythm The ocean obeys Washes her soles softly Like a kiss from God
The sun shines As if only to light up her eyes I am simply waiting To light up her heart
I am simply waiting To light up her heart...
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Thursday, June 28, 2007
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Current mood:  calm
Category: Writing and Poetry
Inside your ocean Beneath your bright warming sun I find my open wounds heal Put me back together
My insides pour into you You soak me in with every wave Pulling me under As if you need more of me
Forever
Crash into me The salty sweet way you do We feel my burn But with you its alright
This pain is nothing Cuz youre bringing me home Water is not thine sworn enemy Only the loss of you is
Let your tides pull me in A watery blanket surrounds Soothe me, heal me Before its all too late
Surround me with your heart Cast away your sinking ship Captain of my heart Steer me to life
Inside your ocean Beneath your bright warming sun I find my open wounds heal Put us back together We are one...
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