Sunday, December 18, 2016
Friday, December 16, 2016
Remember This? Autobahn
Thursday, December 15, 2016
Finish Something - Poem
Because of my insecurities. I struggle to meet my own wants.
In the eyes of others, I'm like a lost child.
Running from one place to another.
In constant motion creating.
Rarely finishing.
Here I am.
In combat against myself.
Nothing has gotten better.
I'm too afraid of failure.
I know it's all that awaits.
Quitting is a crutch.
An excuse.
To stay in this pit.
Avoidable yes, but I always crash.
What drives me now?
Is everything beyond my control?
I feel stuck in the mud.
I need a good push and pull.
WZ
In the eyes of others, I'm like a lost child.
Running from one place to another.
In constant motion creating.
Rarely finishing.
Here I am.
In combat against myself.
Nothing has gotten better.
I'm too afraid of failure.
I know it's all that awaits.
Quitting is a crutch.
An excuse.
To stay in this pit.
Avoidable yes, but I always crash.
What drives me now?
Is everything beyond my control?
I feel stuck in the mud.
I need a good push and pull.
WZ
A fun little pop single from 1997 by Hanson.
Tuesday, December 13, 2016
Where have all the cowboys gone? 7in 45rpm single
Beauty And Smile - Poem
I open my eyes awake, after a rest.
I don't see it.
Sit at the edge of my bed, stare at the white wall.
I still don't see it.
If I decide to eat breakfast, I do so alone and in silence.
It's not around me.
I'll turn on my computer and search, yet I can't find it.
So before I eat lead, I'll look for it outside.
Walking the streets has made it worse.
It appears there is none to be found.
As the temperature rose, so did my spirit.
But nothing else changed, altered, or finished.
I stop at the park and sit on a bench by the fountain.
Bury my face in my hands, sob like a madman.
About to give up and give in.
It's eluded me for the last time.
To catch would take a miracle, and I'm not of that type.
Suddenly I notice a bird whistle a tune.
Two, three, and four show up their voices a kind of soothe.
The clouds run away.
The sun is now shining through.
Could it be here, what I've been searching for, could it possibly be true?
My eyes follow the sound of a figure sitting down, beside me.
Greeted with a smile, just what I needed.
I finally found it.
You
WZ
I don't see it.
Sit at the edge of my bed, stare at the white wall.
I still don't see it.
If I decide to eat breakfast, I do so alone and in silence.
It's not around me.
I'll turn on my computer and search, yet I can't find it.
So before I eat lead, I'll look for it outside.
Walking the streets has made it worse.
It appears there is none to be found.
As the temperature rose, so did my spirit.
But nothing else changed, altered, or finished.
I stop at the park and sit on a bench by the fountain.
Bury my face in my hands, sob like a madman.
About to give up and give in.
It's eluded me for the last time.
To catch would take a miracle, and I'm not of that type.
Suddenly I notice a bird whistle a tune.
Two, three, and four show up their voices a kind of soothe.
The clouds run away.
The sun is now shining through.
Could it be here, what I've been searching for, could it possibly be true?
My eyes follow the sound of a figure sitting down, beside me.
Greeted with a smile, just what I needed.
I finally found it.
You
WZ
Monday, December 12, 2016
I Try 7in 45rpm single
Macy Gray - I Try(both a and b side)
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