twonicus

so i think i blew my creative wad in the studio this week. been trying to think of something besides the whole jimmy dean carlson situation to talk about, but everytime i come here now i think of that. i do wanna say this, from where i'm standing dave mcbrayer has done a fantastic job trying to rectify this situation and i for one am glad that he is th FOD prez...i never thought that meant anything, but i guessi was wrong. GO DAVE!

ok, so i suppose i'll share part of what i splooged, artistically speaking, all over  myself this week. wrote two songs about how i feel about being and towards other americans. sadly, the music is not ready for general consumption yet (unless you live in harlem, then you might hear me playing it with my acoustic guitar, but that isn't that great), so you just get the words. yeah, some of you have seen one of these, but i don't care, i'm gonna be artistically egotistical today. suck on it.

the emigrant's song

i used to walk out with my head held high

i said the things you wanted and it wasn't always right

it just felt good to be a part of this

and all i had to do was pursue my own happiness

BUT NOW

we face the truth at last

you blinked first and now it seems the good times all have past

BUT NOW

you took what i had left

this is not what i had learned to...

(chorus)

Love is in my hands tonight

i'm holding onto it

you don't get to be part of this

peaceful and forgiving bliss

you cannot handle it

i'm gonna bring  you down to this

try to understand what really makes you tick

the more i learn the the more that i start feeling sick

BUT NOW

we get to drink some new...blood

we hope it won't be cold and bitter like yours was

i should have known, we should known

when you refused to show me any...

Love is in my hands tonight

i'm holding onto it

you don't get to be part of this

peaceful and forgiving bliss

you cannot handle it

i'm gonna bring  you down to this

yeah, so if you can't tell that one was a little inspired by our current US administration.

on to the other one...written after/during my night in a harlem jail with two tranny-hookers

say it loud

she wakes up in a garden

she wakes up warm and dry

everything she want/needs is at her fingertips

in spite of this, the way that she decides to start the day

is by pissing on the ground that held her warm and dry at night

she will consume this garden

she'll face no consequence

there is nothing left and she is beyond any retribution

as far as she can see it all belongs to her

and what she wanted from the start was to have everything

(chorus)

so why doesn she worry

     about looking so young

she already knows

     where all her meals are coming from

"it's all taking care of. stay home and get high"

it's all that she wants to hear

so say it loud

she wakes up in a wasteland

it doesn't matter where

it's like this every place and nothing that she does can save her

now that she has lost the need to see beyond her cute accessories

(chorus)

so why doesn she worry

     about looking so young

she already knows

     where all her meals are coming from

"it's all taking care of. stay home and get high"

it's all that she wants to hear

so say it loud

she only wants a new place to stay

it's gotta have good light and no rent to pay

and if she has to settle for less than that

she'll go where pot is cheap and the food will still get you fat

say it loud

     it's gonna be fine

say it loud

     stay home and get high

say it loud

     we're all doin' just fine

say it loud

     as long as we're blind

everything will be just fine

so just stay home and get high

yes, everything will be just fine

it doesn't really matter 'cause we're all so fucking blind/high

thus endeth my pretention.