August 19, 2004 – 5:47 pm
This is the anatomy
of my broken heart. Broke – torn apart.
The shot, the sprint, and my false start
leaves me all alone.
So you’ve recaptured your college years,
under the weight of grown-up fears
the planes fly by, you hold back tears
you are all alone.
CHORUS
Did you find no questions?
Did you find no answers dear?
Did you find it’s all unclear
when [...]
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Where do you put
these wasted whispers
that could have been said
aloud
these broken promises
that were broke
before
you gave them
Where does all the time go
while you watch the hands
that seem to go on
forever
These are the days
that no one seems
to remember
to forget
We are
the universal do-gooders
who forget that good
is subjective
and as such
subject
to tax, tariff
and interpretation
Walk with me
hand in hand
under the stars
while [...]
These are the wasted hours
between excitement and romance
between take out and gumption
by yourself
alone
wishing your friends had more stamina
and LA weren’t so far away
these are the misspent days of my youth
that I wished I had spent
better spent
and unlike the past
used to intervene
in cigarettes and booze
I am the roadie
for my own life
April 30, 2004 – 11:46 am
I have tried to post half a dozen times, but it seems that this brain of mine is just too fractured to put cohesive thoughts down. The process of creating a narrative gone, I now look to other methods of communication. Following in the footsteps of one of my favorite people in the whole wide [...]
October 6, 2003 – 5:09 pm
I hate you FedEx
My new guitar held hostage
Toledo, OH