Monday, November 10, 2008

Clean up on isle 5!

i saw her at the shopping market
something like the grocery outlet
she said what a nice smile you have
and i replied "paper or plastic?"

cause its paper or plastic, baby

come on and take a pick, not too fast
cause i got to bag it,
paper or plastic
before you leave through the sliding glass!

the shopping kart rolls with a squeak in the wheel
i see her over there can i contain what i feel?
with her mind up there on the shelf
did she look at me or was it something else?


Ohhhhh, her organization skills, they do impress,
i bet she categorizes her grocery list
hey! one last thing to cross out!

i think its about time you confess.....

cause its paper or plastic, baby

come on and take a pick, not too fast
cause i got to bag it,
paper or plastic

before you leave through the sliding glass


shes so sweet like the strawberries in her kart
the way she pushes it, its like a work of art
like 2 peas in a pod , i dont want to part

oh, did she just pack a toaster? please pack my heart,

price check! i need to know....
price check! i need to know....what it costs

price check! come on scan, this is no game
price check! i need to know.... price check!
i need to know....what it costs to know your name...


and, id bet its quite a deal
cause this aint no smiths darling,
no
with a rainbow logo,
you can bet our price is just

we got bargains on brands you can trust

cause its paper or plastic, baby
come on and take a pick, not too fast

cause i got to bag it,
paper or plastic

before you leave through the sliding glass

Ohhhhh, her organization skills, they do impress,
i bet she categorizes her grocery list
hey! one last thing to cross out!
i think its about time you confess.....

and shes walking up to me
suddenly i feel weak at the knees
oh, those big beautiful eyes,
theyre nothing less....

words spill out like honey,
i shouldnt have been surprised.....
when she said,
"hey, i broke a jar a pickles back there on aisle 5, its a big mess, thanks"


oh i shouldve known my hope wasnt any higher than the intercom noise.

a girl like her? a guy like me? im just a bag boy...........................

Monday, November 3, 2008

um i figured i'd write a blog today, since the elections are tomorrow.
but who reads this anyways.
well vote wisely
and stuff
i dont really feel like typing so im not going to type anymo.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUdjhKbImwE

Friday, October 10, 2008

brilliant red fading orange dull brown

this song is a sequal, cause i believe there should be sequals to songs like sequals to movies. the first song was ol' standbye, about the summer sun.

i remember last year when you needed me
but now you have someone else to
keep out the cold, someone else to make new memories

the fat full moon would appear and we'd tag along
collect the dead summer and organize its colors, bottom to top
then we'd take a deep breathe and perform a summer bellyflop
           but now you have a new friend to carry the chapstick
           for your wind dried flaky lips

i remember swaying on our front porch, it was the start of fall
the sun cooked us and the last leaves fell
we tried to savor summer and battled out one last inning of baseball

you and buttoned up neighborhood kids broke a sweat
but ghost runners gave you a break and the brisk air
caused the game to end in a tie
         just in time to go
          watch a new beginning to our favorite tv show

                        you used to rush to me when the summer sun burned out
                        to keep you warm from the inside out
                        arms would strangle me and i'd embrace
                        your soft frost nipped face

autumn has the sun cooling down
but were not warming up
im left hanging on a brass hook
while you come and go enjoying our old traditions with a fresh friend
   but i guess, all good things, must come, to an end

                         you used to rush to me.........chorus

like the summer i have been replaced, its
by a 100%, preshrunk, amateur  jacket
       to guard you from the frigid fall

thanks for reading

jordman

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Blade of Grass

this is a song i wrote about Vietnam, about breaking down on the side of a highway during a sunset.
the front seat it post a view
of the country side and sky so golden
truth stabs the clouds  in uv rays
not even sunscreen can stop it from burning you

my mind races images as fast as scooters did
you want to cross the street, 
well just take a step out of your comfort zone
and into air so dirty and humid

cause as the sunsets it creates lights and shadows
they make everything softer and more fragile
another simple song is how i describe 
the way it makes me feel, i want to curl up and die

i remember when the belt went out
we broke down in front of a house
the old lady was breaking dirt
while the grandson gave his shovel a lean
the socialist became more social and
i crossed the street to smell the rice patties
and the sun was setting
the sun was setting
the sun was setting

cause as the sunsets it creates lights and shadows
they make everything softer and more fragile
another simple song is how i describe,
 the way it makes me feel, i want to curl up and die

im sitting here writing songs so dear to me
how no one could understand, how the sun pierced this man
broke right through, my organic tissue
i can feel it growing, it's getting faster
pray it doesnt hit the blood stream, cause then
nothing will be able to stop this spreading cancer
and the sun was setting
the sun was setting
the sun was setting

chorus

i see the old man drift off in his hammock
the barefoot boys and flower girls
and my guts cant stand it
my guts cant stand it
my guts cant stand it.....

thanks for reading. 

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

555's


I see a broken man on his crooked stick
Holding the hand of his wife that’s sick
Reach for a half empty packet
Strike a match, light up his cigarette
Faint embers eat the tobacco leaf
Smoke rises, exhale the healing nicotine

Grey gasses burn the eyes
Blind, cant see a thing around
Catch a glimpse in the mirrors and know
Empty souls, nothing but lost not found

Old veteran walks down the street
Clutching crutches that keep him free
A tool, he uses his missing limb
Arms stretched out as I pray for him
A handful of dong is his only hope
To get him a relaxing smoke

Grey gasses burn the eyes
Blind, cant see a thing around
Catch a glimpse in the mirrors and know
Empty souls, nothing but lost not found

Construction workers seem to forget
Working, so they pull out their hammocks
Watch a flood of helmets pass
Start to drift away as one asks
His friend, “ why does life feel like a pointless game?
Never mind, to hell with it, can I borrow a flame?”

Grey gasses burn the eyes
Blind, cant see a thing around
Catch a glimpse in the mirrors and know
Empty souls, nothing but lost not found
Empty souls, nothing but lost not found



i might add more to this one, not sure yet

thanks for reading

jordman

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Cua Can


lets head down to the beach
we can watch the waves wash sand from our feet
stare at the lights on the horizon
are they ships that are leaving, or just arrivin'?

lets go for a walk
we can smile and have a long talk
remember the wonderful things that happened today
the moon seems brighter and waves wash the worries away

lets go 12 hours back
remember the buss ride, remember the shacks

sweat a little and laugh
is it really time to go? i dont want that bungalow!

let me hang my feet over the edge
here in Cua Can, its water under the bridge

just 5 more minutes, please?
to soak it in before i have to leave....

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

"please use a #2 pencil" or "Bright Eyes"

here is song i wrote, like a going away present,
just some advice for everyone i guess. about life...

well here are the lyrics


“Please use a #2 pencil”
Or


“Bright Eyes”

Now that you’re gone, I

Still drag my feet, but carry on


Sometimes before work I, I, wonder why

But still grab my shirt, grab my tie


And we love and we lose

And we tend to choose

The wrong answers to the questions


But this is not some multiple choice

So listen to me as I soften my voice

These tests, they kill, and I tend to fail

So I look for the teacher

And like a studied up student, with a bubble sheet

My life starts to fill


So stick it to the man

Grab a girl take her hand

Her eyes so bright like the band

Show her the way; pass on your lessons learned

And, she’ll do the same when it’s her turn…



now here is my weak attempt at singing it.......and playing guitar......and whistling.....





thanks for reading everyonebody

Jordman

Monday, July 7, 2008

Mercer Mayer

but first i found chris in a target add

it started out like any other add...


mmhmm there is model ok nothing new....


oh look 1$ off tide!....




then BAM, chris? what the heck, get out of the add.




here't goes

Im here in the basement and I heard a weird noise, like someone knocked something over and im scared like a little boy. My parents are upstairs and im down here without a phone. Should’ve known to go to bed before 1:32, but im still scared of you.

Should I go check it out? Should I run upstairs? Is it something worth crying about? Will my parents wipe away the tears? Will I be welcomed to their sanctuary and cuddle up to mom? Or will I stay down here and wonder what else could go wrong?

Is there a monster in my closet, is there a baker under my bed? Is that a tail or just a twisted shadow formed in my head…..

Oh, and I have so many questions I don’t know how to explain. Could it be there are no answers for these supernatural mysteries? Is it all in good faith or is it for the birds in the trees?

Ohhhhh, is there a monster in my closet, is there a baker under my bed? Is that a tail or just a twisted shadow formed in my head…..?

So I keep staring at the ceiling, will it solve the problem? And im closing my eyes because I need a good dream tonight. And I slip beneath the covers, cause its like im invisible. No poka-dotted beast can see me now. My blankets are my comfort, my castle, my fortress.

With my flashlight in my dark cave, im sitting it out, all through the night. Im hoping it’s a nightmare, so by faith im watching for….the blink out the window across my room, here, the light of dawn im longing for…

Is there a monster in my closet; is there a baker under my bed? Is that a tail or just a twisted shadow formed in my head…..

Its been a while since I heard the eerie sound. Should I make a mad dash and try to turn the light on? I’m wondering is it safe and sound? Is there a nightmare waiting to claw my ankles, or is it gone…..

Friday, July 4, 2008

FIREWORKS!!!!!!!!!!!!

i love this song...
go wedding! though i dont like them as much now, Trevor left.









hey so thats the song of the day , i really like it.

and hope you had a good 4th!!!

Monday, June 30, 2008

@ Java the hut

hey so this is the theme to my new song...i just wrote....



maybe ill put the lyrics up later.

so i got my new rk ep, so cool! a day earlier then when its supposed to come out.
i always have respected rk for changing their sound after each album....i think thats important.
finally i got those rarities form their other eps....and some sweet stickers..

heres a song, called beaming..




so there you go. have a good one go buy the ep, get some showbread while youre at it and dont forget to tip your waiters and waitressess.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

yes

here is a band i love. they are playing a show to their loyal fans.....maybe not, but. they pull off a wicked show. this



this post isnt very deep...so i'l make it shallow. this post is hot....

Thursday, June 19, 2008

happy first day of summer.

the librarian called.
she said im over due for a blog.
so i decided to appease her and let her tension subside, so she could get back to sewing sweaters for her 13 cats...here are some pictures form her blog, knit kitty knit.

here is her knitting



and here is her product being shown by a model.



well i wondered what to right...hmm...well my sister got her last named changed....the wedding was pretty dang the bomb. probably the best wedding ever. the lighting, the sparklers, the beautiful evening, outside. amazing. and i heard there were a couple special guests singing....

well here is a poem i wrote a while back, just something, i dont agree with it, but for some guys this could be true. but before you read it, guys, girls' biggest secret is they have no secrets.....yes that simple.

id like to dedicate this to my sister's new husband, chris
here he is, why yes he is a computer geek--> the arrow is there jsut in case you couldnt find him

red, yellow, orange, white, blue, and green;
the colors of a mystery,
the feminine mind can be so mean,
still i wonder how that Asian dude
does it in under a minute and three,

and id like to leave you with the newest song i have written, still kinda rough draffy but..., i dont mean to offend but, it could.
later gators

i was left in a basket on the front steps

of a catholic church with a careful kiss

by a mother whose tears were no match for the rain


i grew up with a few nuns and a book

life was strict they managed me with a stick and stern look

some beads to save my soul and a mother mary


i still remember it, clearly in my mind, the robed one would

command "get down on your knees,child, recite the rosary"


well i got sick of the religious scene

i broke the night they looked at me and agreed to disagree

it was after mass, they were in a quiet discussion with the munk

when he broke his vows and called me a punk.


so i took off down the corridor

i broke the stoups as i broke through the door

i was covered in holy water, like a spiritual attack

but it was healing to know the rain would cover my tracks.


i still remember the nightmare, the robed one would

command "Get face down,child, recite the prayer"

I woke up in the gutter with the warmth of some pigs

A long haired man cleaned me up and took me to the pub

He drank his pint while I drank my cup

He got some curt answers and I got a glimpse

Of his left arm, it boasted a cross etched in ink

A little odd but it made me think…


Hail mary, hail mary, hail mary, x3

What about….


That night at his show, it seemed wrong

But they were singing a screamo song

Then the tempo shifted to something more subtle

And I couldn’t deny the presence I felt


Hail mary, hail mary, hail mary, what about my savior?

Trinitarian formulas and praying to the saints

Religion bends and to hell purgatory…


I don’t mean to slam Catholicism, but here I am, why do I have to defend

My point of view, with some criticism, its real blunt

Asking what is true, what is real, what matters

Only you, only you, only you….



JOrdman.

Monday, June 2, 2008

The Story Youre About to Read is True, Except the Facts Have Been Changed to Make it More Interesting.....

Hello everyone!

i have some news to make even the most generous human jealous. but first....

when i was young i used to fall asleep with ideas of one day inheriting the golden fedora ... but of course the dream was squashed with a nightmare of shia laboeuf (thats french for beef) becoming the son of indi. i quickly woke up from this nightmare when my dream suddenly grew closer with the humble doings of a mother.(she thieved the king of thieves from his map of golden tokens....)

i was craving some cereal. i looked in the pantry thingy. i grabbed the corn pops. i saw indi staring back at me with iridescent eyes that screamed....hold on....

so i held on....i held on to 4 Kellogg's boxes with the key to my adventure....the golden tokens.
i cracked my whip and swung upstairs and dislodged the tokens, and with a precarious hand i replaced them with bags of sand as not to disturb the temple's booby traps.

as i enjoyed my long awaited victory, i hit a speed bump, .....yes a sleeping police man.....i tripped the hidden stone. so, i ran, i ran like indi ran, i ran like an indian. i ran for an envelope.
it was nothing to worry about, after bumping into some native frenchies, i acquired all i needed to get home.

i got home, and now im patiently waiting for the long "allow 90 days for shipping" to end so i could get my reward, a free search light....yes an indiana jones themed search light....mmhmm.

here it is.


yeah yeah

and the after math....


and my ticket to search lighting..



oh and the music stuff is going good. im writing some stuff, recently about a catholic church and a kid being left there in a basket.

thanks for reading,

love ya mom,

Jordman

Friday, May 30, 2008

Haircut!

well my first song for kicking off the summer, i have some piano for it already and im thinking about having this be the first track and the Summer sun song i wrote a while back the last track.

you know kinda of a summer project so i think it will tie nicely...

here it is,

yes the songs name is Haircut, cause i got a haircut today. first day of freedom...im a senior now...


Today happens to be the first day of summer,
from now on you can refer to us as seniors....
we've finished off this junior year and all my friends are leaving, what a bummer.
for another couple months i'll be free from that jail cell,
so let the creativity flow....

i borrowed sy's drums cause he's gone to the place of Relient k's Nashville Tennis EP's recording
i have no idea how this will work out
a little stupid but a little bored out,
of my mind....
so let the creativity flow.....

just let the sunshine, just let the sunshine, just let the sunshine,
flow through the clouds...
let the clouds show, let the clouds show, let the clouds show,
this summer's silver lining...

Do doo doo doo Do doo doo doo
Do doo doo doo doooo dooooooooooooo

yeah , you can expect some whistleing too....and clapping.....


with love,

Jordman

another blogging thinging....

hey hey hey everyone out there! School is officially out for the summer and you know what that meanssssss?....well everyone is leaving , bummer.

so what is there better to do with my time than write an album?
while all my friends decide to leave and journey off to adventuress places such as new york and Tennessee and California and other....i have embarked on a journey of my own.

yes yes, it might seem stupid , but, hey? what's a guy to lose?

so get ready world, here comes my little music project i like to call, SelfTitled.....

Jordman