...and then He said that "it's possible," with an expectant tone. "And you'll probably figure out that you most likely won't be alone." He speaks now with prophesy, "You'll take your hands off the table, and lower your head."

oh..."When did this get so complicated? When did this get so bad?"

Vindictive yet, His morale is precise " 'It's the end of the night for me,' you'll say. But do you still hate the life that you audaciously refuse to leave? Reservation will fill your lungs then you will be muffled with doubt, and you'll mutter your 'where, when, how's'... but you know I can't answer that now"
There was a pause.
"You're not listening" He said gracefully, with a softer voice."Don't expect anything to happen but to be in my arms when it does."

oh... "When did I get so found? I know you never promised the easy way out. I won't settle for less than the best that you have to offer me... the BEST."


** Narrative of a new song named "With Pride and Pardon" that I'll be recording soon. **

So I thought it would be fair to give and update an update of the whole music scene in my life right now.

I'm still learning. I've been screwing around alot with different things, playing with different people... and I'm finding some new stuff I like. Uploaded today was a song called "Did You Ever Think Twice" which took an old song, and applied some new ideas and new skills. It was recorded all on my own, with me on every instrument. Not the way I would like to do things... but I had to do it on my own schedule, and it was easy to figure out what was going on.

In January Mark Wager will be returning, and he and I will be pursuing our music more seriously. Other members may come in an out, but the two of us will be the base. We'll be looking for places to play shows all the time, so let us know!

-Mitch

Mark Twain
Monologue from "The Five Boons Of Life"

     "Curse all the world's gifts, for mockeries and gilded lies! And miscalled, every one. They are not gifts, but merely lendings. Pleasure, Love, Fame, Riches: they are but temporary disguises for lasting realities -- Pain, Grief, Shame, Poverty. The fairy said true; in all her store there was but one gift which was precious, only one that was not valueless. How poor and cheap and mean I know those others now to be, compared with that inestimable one, that dear and sweet and kindly one, that steeps in dreamless and enduring sleep the pains that persecute the body, and the shames and griefs that eat the mind and heart. Bring it! I am weary, I would rest."

if only we all read.

This is a pivot point in my songwriting, as the acoustic guitar gets put in the corner indefinitely while I focus on electric guitar and someday (hopefully soon) finding musicians who want music as much as I do.

Did you ever think twice?
Did you ever wonder why you're here?
Did you fall in love, girl?
Did you fall in love with the world?
Did you hear the voices?
They're screaming as they're sinking
They wonder why you care
Glad to see you've still got your head there.

I think you've already made up my mind.
I'm angry and I have no reason to be; you're still one of a kind.
You say it's always thursday, as if you're driven by fate.
(You're living black and white, your hands are covering your face)
So tip the bottle, dim the lights, you're about to fade into your ignorance

Say it quietly, oh, admitt it girl.
You're tired of back-and-forths, you're days are starting to whirl.
And if you think for a minute you can figure this out,
Oh, you're wrong. You can't do this alone.
All this while you've been sittin at you're window
You've been wondering when you're love will come, and whether or not it wil be real
Now tip the bottle dim the lights you're about to twirl into you're ignorance

This is a pivot point in my songwriting, as the acoustic guitar gets put in the corner indefinitely while I focus on electric guitar and someday (hopefully soon) finding musicians who want music as much as I do.

These are lyrics to Lovedrug's song called "Down Towards The Healing" off of their album called "Pretend You're Alive". Not enough people have read them, so I thought I'd  spread it.

I want to make You happy, but I've fallen, I'm sorry. I thought my wings could hold me up with angels, not demons.

You dont know how cool You are to find the ways to love me without shame.

I want my life to be red with trees and like autumn, I'd float away from evil and down towards the healing.

So sad now we have become the children trapped in the mazes. I'd give my soul to the one who has the courage to find me and free me now.

If I run I'll just become like all the faking lights.

So let the thunders take me _under and break my legs tonight.

the paper's more weak
with every mark of lead
cause the words that it seeks
mean more than what is said
the code that it receives
means not as it has led
the source of its power
messes with my head

tomorrow's actions,
today's thought
sorrow's reactions,
loss of what is sought

i tried to think the circle
around knowledge and my life
and found myself at me
thinking of my life

more than what it seems
the concepts jump at me
more than what it seems
makes me want to scream

a detailed plan-
or a stroke of chance
alone when i began-
not a community of ants
pleated slacks-
torn tweed pants
every step planned-
or a carefree dance
a benjamin dollar-
or a lost finance
behind the scene love-
or a love-scene romance
a heartfelt gaze
stead of an awkward glance
every step planned-
or a carefree dance

{a song in the midst of recording and mixing}

the last thing you remember is thinking of her
the night slips to blur, and all is well.
well, what is well? an excuse to escape reality
you hold her in your arms and its right
you touch her lips, its about time
you wake to another day and its
...its not fine.

you wish it were real
you wish you could feel
you just wish you could dance that dance
cuz there aint no tellin you how its easier to take the long way home

you sit at the station waiting
just to see who's not on board
this ride isnt yours
but maybe the next enroute to the border
but the ticket in mind
has a twinkling eye she smiles
i got no bags to pack, lets go
but a survey of adoration
finds her running from that station

 

a song to soon be recorded/posted.