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The me that you see

I’ve spent these last ten year,
Being someone else.
It’s time the world stepped back,
And let me be myself.

Just wan my chance to play
The cards that I was dealt.
Finally (Fi-na-ly) time to be,
The person deep inside of me.

(chorus)
I’m lettin’ it out!
I’m not holdin back!
I’m not gonna hide, behind any mask!
I’m lettin’ it ou-------------------t!, (beat)
I’m not holdin’ it ba--------------k!

Ode to Hong Jong

I’m taking your breakin’
As something prophetic.
I look at my life
And I think it’s pathetic.
Fool me once shame on me,
Fool me twice shame on you
Breakin it once no big deal
Break it twice, what’s left for me to do?

So I pack you up for the very last time
Don’t worry baby,
I still don’t think you’re a crime.
So many friends you’ve
Helped me to make
Letting it go too far
Was my only mistake.

I smoke the best shit that money can buy.
Still getting paranoid every time I get high.
So I quit smokin’ herb.
Quit drinkin’ and poppin’ pills
Getting my life in line,
Make up for lost time,
Payin my own bills.

Want out of debt so bad
I can almost taste it.
Took an honest look at my life
And I had to face it.
I’ve been duckin’ responsibility
So long it’s become unbearable
Leaving Isla Vista and
I don’t know where I’ll go.

Rain on my pillow

Song about Rain
They say we need the rain,
Say we’ve been in a drought.
It’ll make the crops grow,
Make the all the plants green.
Bring pretty flowers next month in the spring.

It’s been a long time since
The rains came my way.
Apparently I’ve been living
Too long in a sunny day.
For too long now,
I’ve been able to keep the clouds
Out of my sky’s.

But now the rain has ahold of my eyes
I wipe my cheeks,
Cover my brow with my hand
But the drops still seem to
Find a place to land
Where I don’t want you to see
This is the real me.
The one I hate to let out.
The kind in the corner eating lunch by his self
The one that won’t speak up
Cuz’ he knows they’ll all laugh.

There’s a leak in the roof
And there’s rain on my pillow.
I can’t sleep here for fear that I’ll drown.
Lay don on the couch
Start dreaming of you
Your too good for me and the leak
Found me here too.
Now this pillows soaked
And I’m still awake.
I take a walk outside
It’s still cold and gray.
It’s typical when I’m like this,
Why won’t the clouds just go away.
I’m ready to laugh.
I’m ready to play in the sun.
But the clouds wont’ leave till the last drop is done.

Don’t care what they say,
We don’t need this much rain!
The crops will grow fine,
The plants won’t complain.
I want you to come back,
And clear up my sky’s.
I just can’t sit back knowing
What I know.
Knowing the otherside.
Knowing I’m the reason.
I’m locked up inside.
Knowing it need to rain
So we’ll all appreciate the sun.

Anti-Protest Song

another work in progress

Anti-Protest Song

You fuckin’ Hippies’ll be the death of us All!
You hate oil, but you drive to the mall.
Open your mouth and it’s another complaint
You sort your bottles and now you think you’re a saint.
All your half truths, your recycled lies need to end,
Who died this time and made progress a sin.
Eat your granola, and sleep safe tonight
Cus the one’s you despise are willing to fight.

IV Daze

Sunglasses to shade the light.
Spark Spark it up
Then I hit the stroll
Stoned as I pass the fuckin Foot Patrol.
Get my blunts from the Deli Mart,
Ask Mike “What time’s the party start?”
Then off to class, where I take a nap.
Come home, pack my self, a big fuckin’ snap.
Yeah come home an dome a big fuckin snap.

30 stones and the night begins,
Playin beer bong and everyone wins.
2 cups in a row,
Then you bring the balls back.
We get that diamond on our next re-rack.
Keep the table for the next thee games
So fuckin’ drunk we can’t remember our names.
But I’ll still make my shot no matter how faded
When you live in Never Never land it’s easy to get jaded

So then it’s time to sack up and roll to the party.
Stop to grab Sara, Deena, and some shots of Bacardi.
Twist a blunt up to smoke on the way
Just your typical Isla Vista Tuesday.
Yeah just your typical SB Tuesday.

Fallin off the wagon

New Song, still in progress

Chorus:

I’m fallin off the wagon, yeah I’m fallin off the wagon,
I’m fallin’ off the wagon to-niiiiiight!
I’m Jumpin; off the wagon, yeah I’m leapin’ off the wagon,
Cartwheelin’ off the wagon tonight!!!!!

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Shares of Love

I traded Up,
You traded down,
You tore your life to pieces
And threw it on the ground

Oh, oh, Oh Ohhhhhhh

I’ve got a super model
You’ve got a clown
You’ve chopped your life up honey
And snorted it all down

I traded up,
You traded down.
You’d better look out girl
The signs are all around

I was so broken hearted
When you left town.
Didn’t know that I was searchin’
But look at what I found

I traded up,
You traded down.
You don’t have to listen
Just take a look around

OH, oh Oh OHHH hooooo

I love my super model
You say you love your clown
Chop another line out honey
And snort your life all down

Yeah, chop another line out honey
But don’t call me when you come down.
Yeah, chop another line out baby
But don’t call me when you come down.


(work in progress, I'll probably repost with more stuff in it.)

EVA

These little blue pills,
They cure all my ills,
There’s one for every occasion.

One makes me manly,
One tastes just like candy,
One makes everything amazin’!

Every little blue pill,
Just can’t get my fill,
Each one just adds to the cravin’.

One gets a good grade,
One makes me get laid,
And one makes my everything heaven.

Radio Songs

The radio sings ‘que cera, cera’
And I believe what ever will be will be.
Every moment with you is forever,
And forever is an eternity.

The radio sings about ‘time in a bottle’
And I wish that I could capture every moment.
I would cherish, and love, and coddle,
Every minute if I could own it.

The radio sings ‘you look wonderful tonight’
And I smile because it’s true.
I know that everything will be all right,
Every moment that I spend with you.

The radio sings of roses and thorns
And I cringe as I turn the song down,
Because I know what everyone warns.
Still I kiss you, and you chase away my frown.

Protest Song

Chorus:
Smoke my weed out in the open,
Don’t vilify me for the way that I’m coping.
I don’t hate you for the pills that you take,
Some to try and sleep, some to stay awake.

Verse One:
Not trying to be high all of the day,
But I get stressed out and like to roll a J.
So kick back with me, share a glass of wine,
You sip yours and I’ll smoke mine.

This is my song about fighting the good fight.
My little tool to try and make things fit right.
I do what I can with all that I’ve got,
I live my life and I smoke my pot!

Chorus:
Smoke my weed out in the open,
Don’t vilify me for the way that I’m coping.
I don’t hate you for the pills that you take,
Some to try and sleep, some to stay awake.

Verse Two:
It occurs to me that this war is a waste,
A contrived evil villain to save political face.
Look at the numbers, then look at the facts,
Think of the money one could earn from a tax.

Some think this war is a slippery slope,
Legalize it and they’ll be babies on dope.
But babies aren’t drinkin, or puffin on smokes,
And if smack was legal you wouldn’t line up for a poke.

Chorus:
Smoke my weed out in the open,
Don’t vilify me for the way that I’m coping.
I don’t hate you for the pills that you take,
Some to try and sleep, some to stay awake.

Verse Three:
Put the children through school, set up programs for rehab.
Spend the money how you like so you don’t have to feel bad.
God gave to us the power to choose,
It’s my choice to sin, it’s my choice to use.

If you take that from me then your trying to play God.
Do you walk around with His scepter and His rod.
Sip on your wine, have your communion as you choose,
We’ll both talk with God; I’ll smoke and you’ll booze.

Chorus:
Smoke my weed out in the open,
Don’t vilify me for the way that I’m coping.
I don’t hate you for the pills that you take,
Some to try and sleep, some to stay awake.

Paths

The poets life is noble, true.
But there is so much more that you can do.
And yet with twisted satisfaction,
You write your fears, and your reactions.
Why must you choose the Frosted path?
Why must you throw out the baby with the bath
Water? It’s not life and death, it’s not
The end of the world. All lives are wrought
With choices made. And sometimes it’s glen,
Or forest, or glade. I don’t know when
But being different chose you.
You can’t deny you’re different too.
So write volumes, and books, and verse,
And publish so you can fill your purse.
Block out the world that says you can’t,
You won’t, you shouldn’t, you shan’t.
Embrace emotion, embrace the light.
Embrace the dark and moonless night.
But be prepared for harder times.
Be prepared for well-fare lines.
Be prepared to starve and suffer,
Be prepared to loose a lover.
It’s in all of this you shall find peace.
You’ll rise above the world beneath.
Work hard, young one, Keep your eye on the prize.
Don’t forsake the hellos and good-byes.
Write your fears, expose the real you
For the honest life is the most noble too.

The Flat in London

Come ‘round to the back door,
She said with a grin.
If you wiggle the latch right
You can let yourself in.
Let me just freshen up
I’ll be down in a jiff.
So I sat down and rolled us
A note worthy spliff.

The room got all cloudy
As I started to smoke.
And I found my self drifting
In thought with each toke.
How long had it been
Since the front door had broken?
Then I remembered that spring
And the words she had spoken.

I had been on vacation
And she was as well.
We had just broken up
But I’m not one to dwell.
So away to the desert
To make up my mind
I knew she was angry
But I was feeling confined.

I returned home to find
That her place was abandoned
Not a note, not a word
So I left empty handed.
Days later she called
I knew something was wrong
Her always singing voice
Was missing it’s song.

Some jerk kicked the door in.
It’s been broken for days.
I called the repair man
But there is nothing he can do.
He reset the hinges
The best that he could.
I’ve missed you so much
I think that we should.

So on my next visit
I climbed through the window.
It worked for a while
But felt like the limbo.
Then she remembered the back door
And we greased up the hinges.
It was creaky at first
But easier on the appendages.

So that’s how it was
Each time that I’d call.
I stopped even knocking
On the front door at all.
Once in a while
She would ask me to try,
I’d put on my gloves
And the front door I’d pry.

Each time that I tried
I would fear for my life,
But love makes you do anything
For the one that could be your wife.
She would call the repair man
When the door came undone.
And I’d wait at the back door
In the rain and the sun.

Spring Break 2000! San Dimas High School Football Rules!

So it's spring break, I'm avoiding homework and I haven't posted in a long long long time. I swear I've been studying. Many stories to come, as soon as I find the motivation.

I love SBCC

I'm a fifth year senior at the University of California, Santa Barbara. Well.... I was. In an apparent effort to make my life more difficult the university has kicked me out. Contrary to popular theory, I did not blow anything up, I did not drink or smoke too much or get caught doing either, and no matter what my Dad says, I didn't sleep with the chancellors daughter (I don't even know if he has one) or Mrs. Yang. I was kicked out because I have too many units. I say that again, because it bears repeating, I was kicked out of a university because I compleated, with satisfactory marks, too many classes. My question then is "Why the fuck don't they just give me a degree?" The logic of the UC system boggles the mind. Retarded monkeys doing meth couldn't come up with some of the fucked up rules and beurocratic red tape that this fine institution has come up with.
So i am now the Van Wilder of Santa Barbara City College. I have completed my major. I am four classes short of a degree. The irony is, by all logic, going to city college for a quarter is a much better decision. I saved 8k$, well, Dad saved $8,000. The UC apparently got what it wanted, what that is I can't understand ( I think i can't understand it because I don't have a degree yet). The girls at City are so much nicer, and amazingly more attractive. The teachers are more helpful and want you to succeed, not engrossed in some esoteric research that in reality only matters to them although they think is the cure for cancer, aids, and global warming. Also, City is just a more asteticly pleasing environment. It's on the mesa and overlooks Santa Barbara Harbor. So now I have attended arguably the two most beautiful colleges in the US.
I'm not really going anywhere with this post. Sorry to disapoint. I just wanted to ramble about life for a second. I have some better posts brewing but I've been swamped with school. I'm actually trying to study this quarter and it's bringin me down, lol.