Friday, December 23, 2016
Remember This? Speaking In Tongues record
This is a clear vinyl copy of the Talking Heads album Speaking In Tongues. Released on Sire Records in 1983. The album features one of my favorite TH songs, This Must Be The Place, which is the last song on the record.
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
Oh Austin(The City) - A poem
This is just something short about a city I've become fascinated with recently. A city I'd love to spend more time in.
Oh Austin
Down 35 12 hours away.
I can't here your voice from here.
I can only imagine the sound being great.
Oh Austin
I've noticed downtown starting to reach towards the sky.
Do the urban elite like watching it rise?
Are the bats still a sight?
Would I need a car, or could I make it with a bike?
I'd rather avoid the messy bridge on 35.
Oh Austin
Your jammed surface streets.
Parking lot highways.
Rising rent.
Yet you're still oh so tempting.
Oh Austin
Have you lost your charm?
From far away I can't tell.
Have you sold out to yuppies?
You must have other qualities to sell.
Are you the artist safe haven?
That you are made out to be.
A utopia in the middle of a dead sea.
Oh Austin
I'll find out for myself.
Leave a light on for me.
WZ
Oh Austin
Down 35 12 hours away.
I can't here your voice from here.
I can only imagine the sound being great.
Oh Austin
I've noticed downtown starting to reach towards the sky.
Do the urban elite like watching it rise?
Are the bats still a sight?
Would I need a car, or could I make it with a bike?
I'd rather avoid the messy bridge on 35.
Oh Austin
Your jammed surface streets.
Parking lot highways.
Rising rent.
Yet you're still oh so tempting.
Oh Austin
Have you lost your charm?
From far away I can't tell.
Have you sold out to yuppies?
You must have other qualities to sell.
Are you the artist safe haven?
That you are made out to be.
A utopia in the middle of a dead sea.
Oh Austin
I'll find out for myself.
Leave a light on for me.
WZ
Tuesday, December 20, 2016
Misunderstood - unfinished poem
We have no pride in ourselves.
When we're given the ball, we fumble.
We know it's our fault.
We don't blame the elders.
In their eyes, a chance isn't what we deserve.
And there are those that say...
Can you hear me now?
Make me proud.
Life throws us curves, like a highways twists and turns.
You can choose to slow down.
WZ
When we're given the ball, we fumble.
We know it's our fault.
We don't blame the elders.
In their eyes, a chance isn't what we deserve.
And there are those that say...
Can you hear me now?
Make me proud.
Life throws us curves, like a highways twists and turns.
You can choose to slow down.
WZ
Labels:
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Sunday, December 18, 2016
Friday, December 16, 2016
Remember This? Autobahn
This is a promo copy of the album Autobahn by Kraftwerk. The cover isn't in that good of shape, but the record isn't too bad.
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
Mmmbop 7in 45rpm single, Remember this?
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