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...........................

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

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

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. 

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

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....

"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

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…..

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!!!

@ 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.

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....

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.

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

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