and i gotta put them somewhere so i can delete them from my brain

from a gloomier time long ago, as you may be able to tell, some fun tho too

haven't written in awhile, rockstar aspirations kinda long gone, but still interesting, because
"art is the material process of bringing out of the mind the pictures [or in my case, songs] that dwell in it"

kind of a cheesy elementary school rhyme scheme but you have to remember the type of music that i listen to because it probably wouldnt make much difference what was being said anyways.

"My dreams of you have gone and died

Nothin left but shame and pride"

"I'm a mean California King, a joker at best

We're taking over this city if it takes all night"

Even more lyrics by me: I was surprised and shocked at how well they go with the instrumental song "Pallar Anders Visa" by In Flames off of Colony. Even the mood is perfect for it. But these lyrics came to me sheerly on their own accont, on my way to work, before I even decided to listen to this old fav MDM band of mine.

Lately lyrics have been coming to me more clearly, freely, and in a better flow. Out of nowhere, especially when its quiet or im not thinking of nothing at all, like right before I fall asleep. It's kinda annoying since I then feel obliged to get up and write them down so I dont lose them, because some people think that theyre actually not bad especially for not having to think about them.

So, here you are dear friends and followers, my latest and all of the lyrics i've written, to date, please read them and if you can listen to the song listed above while doing so, and let me know what you think, I'm depending on you,

I call this one "A Viking's Thought"::

A warlord sits on a field under a moon laden sky and sheds a tear
For a brother who fell victim to the mighty spear
And shed blood on the very land that he was born
Why in batte, he wonders, do we fight so hard yet have nothing to show for?
Is it for diplomacy? Or is it for something that is no more...

Years ago, a mother's love, a father's skilled sword,
Gave rise to this fearless young warrior
Now he sits on the plain and tries to think back
On how it all came to be like this
He looks to the stars for an answer, but it wont come,
Nor can he understand a man's strive for glory
Was it for democracy? Or was it rather for something that is no more....

Why must we always strive live in the shadows of the valley of ruin...?
Continuously in the "honorable" midst of war...
A penniless existence that is ours...
And nothing more...   

The world has long since moved on 

New G&M Lyrics Courtesy of Yours Truly (My first breakthrough in lyricism):
"Ded Too Young" (Chorus)
Never got to watch my mother die
Never got to see my daughter grow old
Never got to live this life of mine
When will i crawl out of this hole?

New Singlorious lyrics by Me:

"Morality in Sin":
May RUE befall him that succumbs
To self-gratifying arrogance
May consequence strike down those who
Learn naught from prideful deceit!

In this life theres but ONE lesson to learn:
That which is PAIN.
It's how much you can take and still press on
That determines your character!
For some the pain turns to HATE
And erupts into rage and irrationality
For others it turns to AGONY
And a loss of will to persist

Approximately 42 minutes ago this morning, at 4:52 am.... I regret to inform the fans that it might have been Ol' Jetta Beast's last run.... Driving up Turnbull, with a bad enough feeling as it is since it is Satan's backyard, I suddenly have to swerve, and consequently run into the guardrail. Body damage is actually not that bad, as European cars are the shit, but the alignment is screwy and the tires are sad. I have to turn the steering wheel 90 degrees to go straight, even though for some reason when I park and straighten my steering wheel, the tires are actually straight, save for the right front one is a little off. And the door makes a sound of Death itself when you open it. So, highly fixable, but I might consider just buying a truck, maybe my dads '03 Ranger, to all of my friend's dismay I might add. The Jetta Beast is tired. It can't attempt to drift anymore because the boot will break, the windshield has patterns of cracks running through it, it can't go 117 down the 57 at 3 am anymore, and I definetly will not be going back up to TBC anytime soon.

Anyone selling a decent newer truck I am interested...

To David, for making the Jetta Beast's possible Last Ride at least a pleasant one for the most part, and Heather T for letting us kick it at her house playin Wii for several hours, love you guys.

Wish I was too dead to cry
My self-affliction fades
Stones to throw at my creator
Masochists to which I cater
You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds

Wish I was too dead to care
If indeed I cared at all
Never had a voice to protest
So you fed me shit to digest
I wish I had a reason;
my flaws are open season
For this, I gave up trying
One good turn deserves my dying

You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds

Wish I'd died instead of lived
A zombie hides my face
Shell forgotten
with its memories
Diaries left
with cryptic entries

And you don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds

You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on:
I'll never live down my deceit