She will

Sitting on this porch again,
waiting for that cloud again,
flying down this dirty road,
she'll be coming home any minute,
in my arms any minute,
I know she will

It's a long road she's driving, I
don't mind the waiting, but I
can't stand forgetting.
she'll be coming home any minute,
in my arms any minute,
I know she will

And every morning I wake alone,
another night and she didn't make it home,
I'm packed and my heart is full.
she'll be coming back any minute,
in my arms any minute,
I know she will

I guess they call it a tradgedy
but it won't take me
because I believe
There's a price for everything
and the ring I wear
its more than fair
if there's a god I know,
won't you let her go,
won't you let her go,
can't you just let her go?


Sitting on this porch once again
waiting for that cloud to come again
I'm all packed and my heart is full
she'll be coming back any minute
in my arms any minute,
I know she will.
I know she will.
I know she will.
http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3253427

Dreams

Well I had a dream the other night. A young hot chick was digging me and wanted to come over to my place. There was no sex in the dream, but her intentions were obvious. And so I drove her back to my place all the while scared to death that my place was too big a mess and she would reject me for the slob I am. Books are everywhere and it's gotten a little out of control. A minor disaster in real life.

So in this dream the solution to my problem was that I'd have her wait in the car for a few minutes while I quick tidied up. And so I'm running around frantically trying like hell to make the place presentable and after about an hour she comes stomping in mad as hell because I left her out in the car so long. She looks around at the mess and disgustingly says, "I see my second biggest fears about you have just been realized". And that was the end of the dream.

I'm thinking, there are two things about this dream. One, I've got to straighten this place up in case someone actually does want to come over. And two, what the hell was the first biggest fear that my dream girl had about me?? Even my subconscious hates me. wtf.

So much is happening. The new job is going well. I finally made a recording of one of my songs, it's not a great recording, but clearly a start. The track experiment year two has been confirmed. Everything all good I guess.

Later.

A little secret.

Friday night and Jamie's coming over
My best friend as long as I remember
From first grade, from that first September
Always by my side.

You ran faster than all the other guys
a tom boy I always picked you for my side
the smartest kid who always helped with my grades
and I could tell you everything

and now I got a little secret,
I don't know if I can keep it.

You don't know what I've been thinking
we could be more than friends,
this thing will never end and
You don't know what I've been believing
now I'm waiting, for you,
to come around to my way of thinking.

The college days, yeah, we owned the world
you were always my best wing girl,
but now I don't want to waste my time
with another girl

Sometimes when you walk away
I watch you move, I have to say
there a feeling here that I didn't have
back in high school,

And now I've got a little secret
I don't know if I can keep it,

You don't know what I've been thinking
We can be more than friends
this thing will never end and
You don't know what I've been believing
and now I'm waiting for you
to come around to my way of thinking.

and so I've been waiting for a signal
something that says it's possible
another night and I can't tell you
and I walk you to the door

and when I hug you goodbye,
you hold on a little longer and my
heart beats so fast that I
think I'm about to die,


but as I'm about to shout it
the sweetest words come out of your mouth,


Baby I've got a little secret,
I've been trying but I can't keep it.

You don't know what I've been thinking,
we could be more than friends
this thing will never end and
You don't know what I've been believing
and I've been waiting for you
to come around to my way of thinking

Repeat.

Another broken story.

Just another broken story.
starting so well and faded with each turn
the colors slowly dying
with the middle as white as the nothing on the page

Painting pictures of us walking,
make believe I can paint your hand in mine
blurring colors and losing focus
I call it art 'cause this happens all the time

Why didn't I take it past hello
why didn't I wait
why can't I take it nice and slow
can't expect much when I really don't know.

Walking slowly for the camera
director says we need one more take
I'm out of motivation
but I'll repeat these lines just to get it out of the way.

I'll sing it again if you need it,
I might mess up a word or two
I'll try to sing it cleanly
but don't expect me to make up a brand new song

Why didn't I take it past hello
why didn't I wait
why can't I take it nice and slow
truth is the truth is just no fun at all.

And I know,
I know you waited for the writer.
I know you waited for the artist.
I know you waited for the actor.
But all I've got is this broken song

Take me home.

(borrowing from The Joker, Steve Miller)
...you're the cutest thing I ever did see,
really like your peaches, wanna shake your tree...


What if I felt my last sunshine?
Would I feel like I had my share?
Crazy things like this happen,
life is always buyer beware.

I think I've wasted so much moonlight,
too many wasted falling stars,
and wishes and sweet love,
that just never were made
I'm going to make it up to you.

So won't you be my angel.
Won't you stay by my side.
Cause I might need you, need you, need you,
to take me home.

I've made so many wrong turns
seen my share of dead ends,
but if this is another,
we can still pretend.

And I can fall in love with you,
if you think that makes it alright,
And I'll believe it too,
if you just stay here tonight.

So won't you be my angel,
won't you stay by my side,
cause I need you, need you, need you,
to take me home.

I'm not trying to fool you baby,
I've got nowhere else to go,
and it's been such a long run,
and if feels like the end of the show,

so won't you be my angel
won't you stay by my side,
cause I need you, need you, need you,
to take me home.

'cause I'm a picker
and I'm a grinner,
I'm a lover
and I'm a sinner,
play my music in the sun,

I'm a joker,
I'm a smoker,
I'm a mid-night toker,
sure don't want to hurt no one.....

(thank you in advance for allowing me to pilfer your artistic talents Steve)


http://www.reverbnation.com/play_now/song_3218843

Itty bitty tiny rooms

I had a dream
and I could fly so high,
and I was you,
and you were me.

You were all
I hoped I could be
And I was still
just where they put me.

I had a dream,
and I could build these walls.
and you were there
walking through them all.

and you were free,
but no one could see you but me
and you were invisible
like these walls.

Itty bitty
tiny rooms
little spaces for you and me
itty bitty tiny rooms
that we let them put us in.
I want to spread my wings
jump so high
try and find the sky
but these itty bitty tiny rooms
our dreams run out so fast


I took a walk
as far as I could see
over the hill
I'd never been so far

I took a nap,
the peace it lulled me to sleep
and when I woke
my walls were there.

Itty bitty tiny room
they build them up so fast
itty bitty tiny rooms
with walls meant to last
I want to spread my wings
fly so high
and try and find the sky
but these itty bitty tiny room
they make tomorrows like our past

I might be someone else
then they'll let me be
I might be someone else
I'll never see
If I'm going to spread my wings
and fly so high
how small do I have to be
to fit
in these itty bitty
tiny rooms
they built for you
and me.

I had a dream
and i could fly so high
and I was you
and you were me.