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.