i like this song

so that looks like a lot of fun.

end of the world insurance

this is kinda weird.....and fascinating.

http://www.instituteforhumancontinuity.org/#/lottery

So i haven't written anything for a while, but ive been busy.

 new semester starts monday! YEAH! happy about that. working 

on music, the Vietnam ep and another ep, about other stuff,

 i dont know. hopefully be done around february.....

hopefully.

Here is one of the most favorite things i have ever written,

 its about my trip to vietnam, and how i felt afterwards, 

someday it will be a song.

Blind

tell me how the resting sun looks so serene,

skip the description, not another comforting scene,

because the star escapes, and i lie awake,

while I'm sleeping,

tell me how the clouds choreograph a dance,

pink flurries ballet with the flaming sky,

a pirouetting dream, not as exciting, 

as the last citrus glow, 

that stabbed the milky marsh mellows,

take a picture, capture suspended time,

remember with a reminding sigh,

pick a lonely wall to decorate,

make sure there's no forgetting,

that dawn is the same as the sun setting,

focus on the creeping shadows,

stretching the the rolling hills and softening the cliffs,

they try to enhance the innocence and,

give truth a chance,

tell me how its time for the darkness to bleed,

into our town so we can satisfy our need,

to be revived and after we close our eyes,

but the sun isn't off, i weep under my sheets,

an 11 hour difference and i want to curl up and die,

close your eye lids and think,

about the famous bright blink,

was it something like magic or just,

another dull shade of green,

is it time to awake or is it the sun setting,

try to understand what the setting sun can do,

as it falls from the sky revealing guilt,

i hope it reminds as it burns you,

      as it burns you,

      as it burns truth,

i wish you could see, i wish you could understand,

      as it burns you,

      as it burns you,

      as it burns truth,

see the orange sink to the bottom of the tree,

leaves rustle was it gravity,

that plucked it from its hanging branch,

for all the world to see,

is it the dawn or is it the sun setting?

later

Jordman

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.