-Gray And Black-

Are all things gray?
Are all things black?
Backstabbed and bloodied,
on the railroad tracks.
The beautiful break
and the broken digress
into less and less.
Backward progress
like rust
on a rampage.
Caged by our carelessness.
Diving down
colossal cracks,
the depths of our own
misleading lies.
A dreary demise
as tired eyes
No future
when hope
is left at home.

Are all things gray?
Are all things black?
Pack lightly,
bear the burden.
Backtrack through time.
Put up a fight
to bring back
the white light.




Weighted words
still not heard,
too heavy,
too hard
to force
through throat.
Like a kick to the gut,
like loss of breath,
mortality never nearer
than when
words of a death
reach the ears
of the hearer.



Lyrics By Iron And Wine-Upward Over The Mountain-From The Album 'The Creek Drank The Cradle'

I love Iron and Wine and this song's been stuck in my head for over a week now. Enjoy.

Mother don't worry, I killed the last snake that lived in the creek bed
Mother don't worry, I've got some money I saved for the weekend
Mother remember being so stern with that girl who was with me?
Mother remember the blink of an eye when I breathed through your body?

So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds, flying upward over the mountain

Mother I made it up from the bruise on the floor of this prison
Mother I lost it, all of the fear of the Lord I was given
Mother forget me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to
Mother forgive me, I sold your car for the shoes that I gave you

So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons could be birds, taken broken up to the mountain

Mother don't worry, I've got a coat and some friends on the corner
Mother don't worry, she's got a garden we're planting together
Mother remember the night that the dog had her pups in the pantry?
Blood on the floor, fleas on their paws,
And you cried 'til the morning

So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
Sons are like birds, flying always over the mountain


-Band Aids-

Band aids on bullet holes
won't hold
the blood back
from the gashes
of past attacks.
We are wounded,
broken people,
even we
under the steeple.


We all have issues. Life is complex and messy, not nice and neat. There are no 'quick fixes'.


Art, Michelle Suarez

Michelle Suarez, wife of Marco Suarez who I featured a couple months ago, is quite talented. What a gifted couple! Michelle's pillows are one of a kind, handmade and so unique. And they're made from really great detailed and textured materials. You won't be disappointed! Click HERE to view her Etsy page.


-Age Gauging Mirrors-

Nothing reminds
of how fast
time has passed
like reflective glass.
Age never clearer
than when I peer
into a time-telling mirror.



-Hollow Words-

I believe
what I speak
about the One I follow,
but my speech
is often
empty and hollow.
Shallow actions
don't meet
with the depths
of my belief,
preferring ease
to standing strong
on two feet.
Watered down words
won't mean a thing
if my life
won't reflect
what I truly think,
if my faith and allegiance
hinge on convenience.


This is just me voicing my struggle to put my actions and life in line with what I say I believe. I can definitely be a hypocrite at times. It's easy to say this and that but unless backed up, words can be weak, actions are what speak.


Lyrics By Joe Pug-Hymn #101-From The Album 'Nation Of Heat EP'

Joe Pug's voice sounds so wise and experienced, yet he's only in his early twenties. Enjoy.

and i've come to know the wishlist of my father
i've come to know the shipwrecks where he wished
i've come to wish aloud
among the over-dressed crowd
come to witness now the sinking of the ship
throwing pennies from the seatop next to it

and i've come to roam the forest past the village
with a dozen lazy horses in my cart
i've come here to get high
to do more than just get by
i've come to test the timber of my heart
oh i've come to test the timber of my heart

and i've come
to be untroubled in my seeking
and i've come
to see that nothing is for naught
i've come to reach out blind
to reach forward and behind
for the more I seek the more I'm sought
yeah the more I seek the more I'm sought

and i've come to meet the sheriff and his posse
to offer him the broad side of my jaw
i've come here to get broke
then maybe bum a smoke
we'll go drinking two towns over after all
oh we'll go drinking two towns over after all

and i've come to meet the legendary takers
i've only come to ask them for a lot
oh they say i come with less
than i should rightfully possess
i say the more i buy the more i'm bought
and the more i'm bought the less i cost

and i've come
to take their servants and their surplus
and i've come
to take their raincoats and their speed
i've come to get my fill
to ransack and spill
i've come to take the harvest for the seed
i've come to take the harvest for the seed

and i've come to know the manger that you sleep in
i've come to be the stranger that you keep
i've come from down the road
and my footsteps never slowed
and before we met i knew we'd meet
before we met i knew we'd meet

and i've come here to ignore your cries and heartaches
i've come to closely listen to you sing
i've come here to insist
that i leave here with a kiss
i've come to say exactly what i mean
and i mean so many things

and you've come
to know me stubborn as a butcher
and you've come
to know me thankless as a guest
will you recognize my face
when god's awful grace
strips me of my jacket and my vest
and reveals all the treasure in my chest



Ten black staples
plunged beneath the skin,
fusing as one,
ever slowly
but surely
converging the hatred
and the hater.
Flesh meshing
with bone deep embedded anger.



-Sugar Coated Throat-

These words you spew,
this news
forms a noose
slowly choking me.
Make no excuse
for the truth,
say what you really mean.




Two wolves wage war
within me.
Love and hate
in the same cage.
panting for breath,
one long battle
to the death.
With each deed,
one takes the lead.
Which wolf will win?
The one I continue to feed.



Art, Tom Lane aka Ginger Monkey

Tom Lane, also known as 'Ginger Monkey' is incredibly talented. Check out his WEBSITE to see his design, illustrations and more.



His lies and deceit
repeat the defeat
of her trust.
Broken eyes leak
from three weeks
in a deep weep.
Invisible bars
keep her inside
as what-if scenarios
play over in her mind.



-Inward Autumn-

Dry leaves crunch
under the weight
of weary shoes.
forward steps
through the steep of the hill
and the slope of the glen.
November's weather
and brownish hues
move me towards
righting wrongs
and moving on.
Seasons come
seasons go,
some with warmth
some with snow.


Although I wrote this in the summer, it felt like autumn in my mind - Reflective, contemplative and somber.


Lyrics By Bon Iver-Flume-From The Album 'For Emma, Forever Ago'

I've been so in love with this album since it came out. The unique sound and the mood just does something to me. It sets a small burning fire in my chest, keeping me warm deep down no matter the cold or darkness I may be surrounded by. It is without a doubt, my most wanted album on vinyl.

I am my mother's only one
It's enough
I wear my garment so it shows
Now you know

Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb and she's the moon

I am my mother on the wall, with us all
I move in water, shore to shore;
Nothing's more

Only love is all maroon
Lapping lakes like leary loons
Leaving rope burns --
Reddish ruse

Only love is all maroon
Gluey feathers on a flume
Sky is womb and she's the moon


-What If-

What if
the intents of our minds
were displayed
in newspaper headlines?

What if
our past failures
were pasted
on ten thousand highway billboards?

What if
the darkness of our hearts
were put on a hard drive
and converted to video images,
seen by cities and villages
through television broadcasts
viewed by the masses?

If everyone's insides
were outside
for all to see
we might behave
quite differently.



-Lip Pistol-

His verbal lip-pistol
whistled violent verbs
and four letter words,
shattering my
confidence of glass
with each blast
from his gun,
a wicked contorted tongue.


This was inspired by an exhausting work related situation.


-Face Placed Memories-

Proud of laugh lines,
those memories are mine,
kept in the corners of eyes.


I wrote it while spending time with family and thinking about aging, life and laughter.


Art, Daniel Egnéus

Artist/graphic designer, Marco Suarez (who I featured a few posts ago) turned me on to this guy. This is one talented artist. Something about Daniel's work just really connects with me. It's not your typical type of art, so if you can appreciate something a little on the odd side, this is for you. Check Daniel Egnéus' website HERE if these pictures pique your interest.


-Close Call With Burning Walls-

Got to escape the fire,
escape the dark.
The building's burning,
turning order to chaos.
The mile-high smoke plume
proclaiming present doom.
Glowing cinders floating
like buzzing bees.
running and stumbling
over broken beams.
Backdrafts blowing
doors off hinges,
singeing the fringes
of furniture
and fixtures.
Textiles turning
from beauty
to ash.
One last gasp
then he crashes
through the window's glass.
At last,
a fresh breath
of freedom.



-Moods Move Rooms-

It seemed as though
as he spoke
smoke hung in the air.
Then he stormed out,
leaving the room in gloom
and intense silence.
Those who remained
were covered
in a sticky
silly string web
of accusations and threats
of impending doom
coming soon
if their made up minds
remained unmoved.



Lyrics By Jimmy Eat World-Drugs Or Me-From The Album 'Futures'

I love this song and I love Jimmy Eat World's unique sound. I only post songs for their poetic lyrical value. And this is one that I had to post. Enjoy.

I'm not sure if all of the lyrics in the video are correct but they are down below.

Stay with me
You're the one I need
You make the hardest things
Seem easy

Keep my heart
Somewhere drugs don't go
Where the sunshine slows
Always keep me close

If only you could see
The stranger next to me
You promise you promise that you're done
But I can't tell you from the drugs

Don't let go
We'll dig a great big hole
Down an endless hole
We'll both go

You're so blind!
You can't save me this time
Hope comes from inside
And I feel so low tonight

If only you could see
The stranger next to me
You promise you promise that you're done
But I can't tell you from the drugs

I wish that you could see
This face in front of me
You're sorry you swear it you're done
But I can't tell you from the drugs


(take me) I need your help
(so far away) To pull me up take the wheel
(take me) Out from me
(so far away) Out from me

(Take me) If only you could see (I need your help)
(So far away) The stranger next to me (To pull me up take the pain)
(Take me) You promise you promise that you're done (Out from me)
(So far away) But I can't tell you from the drugs (Out from me)

(Take me) I wish that you could see (I need your help)
(So far away) This face in front of me (To pull me up take the wheel)
(Take me) You're sorry you swear it you're done (Out from me)
(So far away) But I can't tell you from the drugs (Out from me)

Keep my heart
somewhere drugs don't go
Where the sunshine slows
always keep me close


-Plastic Figurines-

Toy soldiers don't bleed.
No need
to repair
their tiny plastic
legs and arms
after pretend warfare.

Toy soldiers don't grieve.
don't weep on sleeves
of fellow families.

Toy soldiers don't die.
No twenty-one gun salute.
No black suits.
No folded flag burial
or half mast memorial.

toy soldiers don't die,
or bleed
like real life
army and marines.
this is not playtime
this is not make believe.



-Slippery Sand-

Time is unrelenting,
and never pausing.
You can't hold
the time-sandstone.
Just when you think
you've got it gripped
it crumbles and slips
sifting fast
past desperate fingers
and funnels back
into the hourglass.
Controlling the flow
of time's quick sliding sand,
is like grasping the wind
in the palm of your hand.



Art, Marco Suarez

Marco is a super talented artist and graphic designer. I love that he uses a lot of elements of nature, like trees and birds. My wife and I are lucky enough to own a few of these and have several more on our 'to get' list. Check out his fine art for sale HERE and his main page HERE.


-The Break Of The Wave-

The crescendo of waves
crash like rolling thunder
under sun-soaked skies.

Every wet drop
in the salty sea
has a chance to be
part of a beautiful breaking wave,
one moment of fame.
The ocean's tide rises
until gravity's command
causes the wave to break,
to curl and collapse.
Lapping the sand
with cool licks
to ease the heat.
Endless wave upon wave
proclaim the peace treaty
between land and sea.
Carry on tidal boundary,
continue on and on
keeping the peace.

And the crescendo of waves
keep crashing like rolling thunder
under sun-soaked skies.


Wrote this a couple months ago while visiting the beach. I was just pondering the relationship that the land and sea share.


-Velcro Stones-

They broke emotional bones
by throwing verbal stones
and their words
will always haunt me.
Hitchhiker words
like unwanted guests,
remain undeterred.
Sticking like velcro
tag-a-long adjectives
still taunting.



Lyrics By Snow Patrol (Feat. Martha Wainwright)-Set The Fire To The Third Bar-From The Album 'Eyes Open'

I've loved this song since the first time I heard it. The lyrics are so poetic, I had to post it. ..And yes, it was on the trailer for 'Dear John' but I liked it before that. :) FYI-For some reason the last minute and a half of this is silent.

I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from 'A' to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My fingers in creases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science

Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have traveled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
and I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms


Poem By Walt Whitman-O Captain My Captain

Whitman is one of my favorites and I've really been into things concerning the sea lately. So, I thought I'd revisit this classic.

Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up -- for you the flag is flung -- for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths -- for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.


Art, Poster Cabaret

Poster Cabaret has some really creative posters and prints. Visit the website HERE. These are just a few good ones I found, but there are so many on there to choose from.



You're the water
to my flame.
Extinguish the fire
of my pain.


Written to my God.


The Dying Art Of Letterpress

A friend of mine showed me this video. It's about a place in Nashville called Hatch Show Print that does mostly letterpress posters. I really want to visit and see it all in action. There's something about this that really excites me. The quality and texture is so unique compared to digital print.



Wipe your fears
and tears
upon my sleeve.
No need
to endure on your own
all alone.



Art By Mark Weaver

This is (in my humble opinion) some great art from a really talented guy. Check out his website.


Lyrics By Thrice-Digging My Own Grave-From The Album 'Earth'

Thrice is probably my favorite band. Once again, I only post songs for the beauty of their lyrics.

It's not what you think
Just one more little bet
Just another cigarette
Just one more drink

So lend me just a little more
You know cancer can't catch me
Let's have another drink or three
Don't be a bore

But oh, don't I know
I'm just digging my own grave
Someone else please save myself from me
And oh, lord I know
I'm just digging my own grave
Can someone save myself from me?

I look, I don't touch
It's really no big deal
I'll quit it when I feel I've seen enough
Oh, don't call it an affair
It's just a little fling
She doesn't mean a thing to me, I swear

But oh, don't I know
I'm just digging my own grave
Someone else please save myself from me
And oh, lord I know
I'm just digging my own grave
Someone save myself from me


-Swallowed By The Sea-

Dead bodies bobbing
atop the icy ocean...
Untamed waves
had capsized the ship
of my expectancy.
The chilling black sea
claiming the lives
of my hopes and dreams.


I wrote this as imagery for disappointments and unmet expectations in life. The bodies represent all the different let downs - dead hopes. The ship is what I hold those little precious dreams and expectations in - dashed to pieces. The black sea is the things that come up in life and knock our plans around - dream smashers. As disappointing as this is I know that sometimes I put too much weight in my plans and I know their is a reason for everything.

Lyrics By Jimmy Eat World-Gotta Be Somebody's Blues-From The Album 'Chase This Light'

Jimmy Eat World is a one of a kind band. Enjoy these lyrics.

Let the water come
She's the only one I love
Let the fat man drop
She's the sweetest honey pot

Will they see the sky again?
Who will sing their blues for them?

Let the factories rust
She's the only thing I trust
Let the virus spread
She's the silk lining in my bed

Will they breathe our air again?
Who will sing their blues for them?

When you're feeling moot
You can have your conscience all you want
You can't say I do nothing yeah
I put it off

Where you gonna go if they come for you?
Will there be someone left to sing your blues?
Where you gonna run when they come for you?
Will there be someone to sing your blues?


-A Brown Sack Of Cash-

All is lost!
All is lost!
I've kissed my best friend
without weighing the cost.

The brown sack of cash
that sits in my lap
may as well
be filled with ash.

They laughed and declined
to take the cash back,
and I can't backtrack
through time.

Stumbling in grief,
having no hope,
into a field
dragging a rope.

My life now ended,
spirit suspended
between the heavens
and the dirt.



Lyrics By Damien Rice-Cannonball-From The Album 'O'

Damien Rice has tremendous lyrics. This isn't the exact version I was looking for but it's still good. I don't want the video to distract from reading the lyrics, but I couldn't find one without a video. Well, ENJOY! ...Or don't, it's totally up to your taste. :)

There’s still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
There’s still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
It’s still a little hard to say what's going on

There’s still a little bit of your ghost your witness
There’s still a little bit of your face i haven't kissed
You step a little closer each day
That I can´t say what´s going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love, it taught me to lie
Life, it taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball

There’s still a little bit of your song in my ear
There’s still a little bit of your words i long to hear
You step a little closer to me
So close that I can´t see what´s going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So its not hard to fall
When you float like a cannon.

Stones taught me to fly
Love, it taught me to cry
So come on courage, teach me to be shy
'Cause its not hard to fall,
And I don't want to scare her
Its not hard to fall
And i don't want to lose
Its not hard to grow
When you know that you just don't know

-Two Hands And Feet-

Victory or defeat?

By string
so to speak,
humanity's hope for freedom
hung by two hands and feet.

...Victory or defeat?




He walked his high school halls,
blue lockers, white walls.
A mediocre basketball star,
he made up jokes
to cover the scars.
Abusing bottles and pills
seeking cheap thrills.
Metaphorically speaking
his blood was leaking
from internal bleeding
needing someone to care,
to see,
to comfort.
But no one noticed.
So he kept on strolling.
Floating like a ghost,
slow motion moving,
while others ran to class
in fast forward past him.


Lyrics By Jeff Buckley(Cohen)-Hallelujah-From The Album 'Grace'

Well this is a classic, but I still had to post it. It could be a contender for the most beautiful song. A lot of artists try to cover it, but in my opinion Buckley's version is the best. I love the lyrics as well. ..I do like a lot of different types of music, but I've been putting slower songs on here on purpose. ENJOY.

Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Well Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
And she broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Well baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew ya
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do you?
And remember when I moved in you?
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Well maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who'd out drew ya
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen in the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah





I'm a stalker,
a night walker.
Strolling the city streets
while most folks
sleep between the sheets.
I roam the empty roads
and I know
I'm so alone.
The midnight moon cackles
as I make my way home.
I kick a small stone,
still feeling so alone.



Lyrics By Brand New-Play Crack The Sky-From The Album Deja Entendu

I absolutely love this song! It's gotta be one of my all time favorites. Amazing lyrics. This album has special meaning for my wife and me. We would spend hours listening to this album on repeat when we were first falling in love. ...Memories.

We sent out the S.O.S. call.
It was a quarter past four, in the morning
When the storm broke our second anchor line.
Four months at sea. Four months of calm seas {only}
To be pounded in the shallows off the tip of Montauk Point.

They call 'em rogues. They travel fast and alone.
One hundred foot faces of God's good ocean gone wrong.
What they call love is a risk,
'Cause you will always get hit
Out of nowhere by some wave
And end up on your own.

The hole in the hull defied the crew’s attempts,
To bail us out.
And flooded the engines and radio,
And half buried bow.

Your tongue is a rudder.
It steers the whole ship.
Sends your words past your lips
Or keeps them safe behind your teeth.
But the wrong words will strand you.
Come off course while you sleep.
Sweep your boat out to sea
Or dashed to bits on the reef.

The vessel groans
The ocean pressures its frame.
To the port I see the lighthouse
Through the sleet and the rain.
And I wish for one more day to give my
Love and repay debts.
But the morning finds our bodies washed up thirty miles west.

They say that the captain stays fast with the ship,
Through still and storm,
But this ain't the Dakota,
And the water's so cold,
{We} won't have to fight for long.

(This is the end.)
This story's old but it goes on and on until we disappear,
(This is the calm.)
Calm me and let me taste the salt you breathed while you were underneath,
(We are the risen.)
I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea,
(After the storm.)
I spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they all could mean,
(Rest in the sea.)
I know that this is what you want, a funeral keeps both of us apart.
(Washed up on the beach.)
You know that you are not alone, I need you like water in my lungs.

This is the end.


-Plastic Carrot On A String-

Life is strife and death.
We all want
a peaceful place to rest.
I see a spot down the road
that's the place to be.
I think I once was there.
Had I really arrived?
Or was it just
a good steady stride?
Is there no magic key
or great leap,
that can bring me back
to the place on the path
where I used to be?
Is it really there?
Or is it a mind's eye mirage?
A cruel trick of the brain
proclaiming that I'm worthless
if I haven't already attained
a quiet corner booth
at this place of high esteem.
Just down the road,
I hope
it's there waiting for me,
a quiet little clearing
where all is smooth and easy.
Does ease on earth exist?
Inch by inch is NOT a cinch.
It's a slow crawl forward
when I've got no strength.
Crawling the length
of the rough patch.
Face-down on my stomach,
bruised arms reaching,
fingernails clawing at the cold dirt.
It's not a stroll in the park.
It gets pretty dark
when distractions arise,
and the sun is eclipsed
by the looming black blinder
that takes my attention and time.
The seemingly impossible situation
is a brick wall barrier.
To press on would be scarier
than wandering in the woods.
Should I just take a break
to escape
from this tough landscape?
If I'm not careful
I'll find myself
off with the swine,
and feelin fine
wasting my time,
wasting my time.



-Pride Machine-

I take much pride
in my
showoff machine shop factory,
producing fronts and lies,
great in my own eyes.
I built it on my own
and run it all alone.
My giant iron machine
of molten steel and steam
is a complex mess
of metal beams
and rusted chains
running down to the ground.
Creaking clanking sounds
drown out
the steam leak's hiss,

I wish it ran smooth,
everything in groove.
But I won't get repairs
or ask for more coal.
I'd rather try and pull
the whole weight on my own.
Still the steam leak hisses,

Beams begin bending,
pistons twisting,
belts breaking.
An earsplitting blast
throws shards of glass
mixed with fire and stone.
Giant gears slip from slots
smashing through walls,
finishing the downfall
and final collapse
of my giant iron machine
of molten steel and steam.
Now the junkyard pile
of rubble and debris
lies smoldering quietly.



Art By Chris And Annie Koelle

The Koelle's are friends of friends and are really talented artists. Check out there website. Here are a few pictures just to give you a taste.


Lyrics By Death Cab For Cutie-I Will Follow You Into The Dark-From The Album 'Plans'

Death Cab is great! This is one of my favorites right now.

Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark

No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
"Son fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back

If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark

You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
'cause we'll hold each other soon
In the blackest of rooms

If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the No's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Then I'll follow you into the dark


-Zero Celsius-

A heart with the absence of heat
is hard to beat.
The cardiac-land of ice lakes
skill to survive.
Every decision and step
means possible death
on the zigzag cracks
of frozen glass.
Falling means frigid water
pumping ice into your veins.
Your running blood cells will trip
and stumble to a slow drip.
You need a scarf and coat
for your arms and throat.
Or biting wind
will nick your skin
with cold cutting ice
making razor blade slices.

...Can you survive
in your own frozen heart of hate?
Or will the cold
take hold?
You can't live in that climate
with no fire and wood...

I think your heart
will stay frozen for good.


Having grown up in Wisconsin, I've spent many winters in ridiculous COLD - teeth chattering, trying to stay warm, can't feel your hands or toes. ...I've also been guilty of having a pretty hard heart at times.

Lyrics By The Postal Service-This Place Is A Prison-From The Album 'Give Up'

I adore The Postal Service. ..The band. :) This is one of their slower songs, but it's so good.

This place is a prison
and these people aren't your friends
Inhaling thrills through twenty dollar bills
and the tumblers are drained and then flooded
again and again.

There's guards at the on ramps
Armed to the teeth
And you may case the grounds
from the cascades to Puget Sound
but you are not permitted to leave.

I know there's a big world out there
like the one that I saw on the screen
in my living room late last night
it was almost too bright to see.

and I know that it's not a party
if it happens every night
pretending there's glamor and candelabra
when you're drinking by candlelight.

And what does it take
to get a drink in this place?
what does it take?
how long must I wait?

how long must I wait?


-El Guapo-

Taking pride in the physical form
is the norm of society.
Tight muscles,
tight jeans,
no need
for body mediocrity.
Some of the thinnest and fittest
take pride
in outward eye perfection
and temporary skin suit satisfaction.
But time will sink it's teeth
into your flesh coat of confidence
and cause decay.
One day
everyone's souls will be pulled
from our pretty plastic shells and judged.
And nothing you can purchase
or put on
can purify your insides
in the eyes of the One Beholder
who sees deep,
past style and skin
to soul and sin.


I do not think there's anything wrong with looking good. :) Interpret the rest of it how you want.

Lyrics By Thrice-A Song For Milly Michaelson-From The Album 'The Alchemy Index Vols. III & IV'

I love Thrice. They have great lyrics. Just thought I'd share this one.

Well you know I hardly speak.
When I do it's just for you.
I haven't said a word in weeks
'Cause they've been keeping me from you.

There's a way where there's a will.
You know I got no need for stairs.
Step out on the window sill,
Fall with me into the air.

So, here we go.
Hold on tight and don't let go.
I won't ever let you fall.
I love the night.
Flying o'er these city lights.
But I love you most of all.

Well there's something you should know.
Girl you should have died that day.
You fell reaching for the rose
Baby I was there to save you.


Lyrics By The Perishers-Pills-From The Album 'Let There Be Morning'

I love this song. It's really beautiful. I need to learn it on guitar.

I hope my smile can distract you
I hope my fists can fight for two
So it never has to show
And you’ll never know

I hope my love can blind you
I hope my arms can bind you
So you’ll never have to see
What we’ve grown to be

One may think we’re alright
But we need pills to sleep at night
We need lies to make it through the day
We’re not okay

One may think we're alright
But we need pills to sleep at night
We need lies to make it through the day
We're not okay

One may think we’re doing fine
But if I had to lay it on the line
We’re losing ground with every passing day
We’re not okay

But that’s one thing I would never
One thing I would never
One thing I would never say to you
That’s one thing I would never
One thing I would never
That's one thing I would never say to you

-The Shroud-

Perfection deception is a game of hide and seek.
No one sees me,
I'm up in a tree
donning a disguise of fig leaves.
I drape a camouflage cloak
to conceal my dark desires,
and cover my face
with a colorful mask
and ask
that no one look deeper.
Smoke and mirrors
make me appear
to my trusting peers,
who I fear.
And for fear of man
I fashioned a fortress
down in the forgotten caverns
of my chest,
with walls a mile high
on all sides,
true self silenced
and sentenced to die inside.
I work tirelessly
crafting concrete prison cells
to contain
greed, envy
lust and hate
from nearing the gate
and escaping in the form
of honest words,
adjectives and verbs.
And in the darkest dripping dungeon
a titanium lock holds tight
the iron chains
to bind and constrain
the pain,
of half living
half lying
only showing
what I'm comfortable
with others knowing.
And when I lay down at night
you might
hear a low
painful groan.
For I would rather die
than display my true self.
And I do die
from the struggle
of dark deeds covered
for no one to see.


This is about how at times I fall into this fear of judgment from people. I toil and strive desperately to sweep everything I can under the rug of my outer facade. Why do I want people to think I'm perfect?


-Glittering Gold-

Longing for the plush life
Ned left his wife
and child
hungry and alone,
on his own lonely road
to wealth.
Mining for gold
he sold
to find his riches,
to dig ditches
no more.
Three dragging years with no luck,
finally he struck
a main vein
of pure golden glory.
He struggled and pulled,
hauling load upon load.
the pulley system of timber
snapped with a crack
leaving Ned trapped
and alone
with shattered leg bones.
Finally dying there
deep in his dusty cavern tomb,
surrounded by a hundred chunks
of priceless stone.


-Progress Of The Human Condition-

The virus.
The gun.

The beating.
The blood.

The slaves.
The drug run.

We're not nearly done.




Miniature scientist men
snuck through the cobweb canyons of my mind,
lacing veins full of venom.
Purple serum poison
coursed through the pipeline
to the decision making main frame.
Tiny evil blimps
dropped bombs in my brain
to destroy the righteous doves that remained,
until I strained no more
giving in to the slow

I am a calculating killer commando
firing shots from my self righteous rifle.
My reputation piercing rounds
rip holes
in innocent souls.
I am a menacing mercenary
marching with pride
under false disguise.
I am a verbal assault samurai
wielding words like warrior swords.
I am a mind's eye murderer
taking lives in my spare time
with judgment in my eye.
I am a lowly snake.
I'll swallow you whole
with no control.
No questions,
no judge or jury,
no sentence or parole,
just a slippery fall
into my stomach walls.
I am a heartless vulcher.
I am a ruthless jackal.
My sharpened tongue slashes
and gashes your chest.
It rips your lungs wide,
takes your breath and pride.
With labored breathing you look to my face
hoping for an ounce
of mercy,
finding no trace,
for kindness never comes from darkened eyes.
Instead jagged jaws fall
with sledgehammer strength,
clamping and crushing,
slicing and dicing your flesh.
Teeth tear skin from brittle bone,
marrow exposed,
stench festers
from gaping holes.
Finally the scaffolding of your legs
crumple lifeless and fold
under the two ton weight of hate.


This is probably my darkest writing.


Lyrics By Thrice-All The World Is Mad-From The Album 'Beggars'

We are saints made of plaster, our laughter is canned;
We are demons that hide in the mirror.
But the blood on our hands paints a picture exceedingly clear.

We are brimming with cumbersome, murderous greed,
And malevolence deep and profound.
We do unspeakable deeds, does our wickedness know any bounds?

Something’s gone terribly wrong with everyone;
All the world is mad.
Darkness brings terrible things; the sun is gone-
What vanity! our sad, wretched fires.

We can’t medicate man to perfection again;
We can’t legislate peace in our hearts.
We can’t educate sin from our souls, it’s been there from the start.

But the blind lead the blind into bottomless pits,
Still we smile and deny that we’re cursed.
But of all our iniquities ignorance may be the worst.

Oh, what little light we have!
It only serves to show
The snares and seeds of wrath
We have already sewn on every path.



With just a few words,
a line of
nouns and verbs
strung together by the devil on your shoulder,
whispering into your ear,
drunk on pride
like you've had too many beers.
words that go out
are more like spears
and knives
they spring up from the content of what's inside
of your heart.
Your mouth throwing dart after dart
at the target of the heart
of your brother.


-I wrote this just thinking of how rude and hurtful I've been with people in the past. And also how hurtful people have been to me at times. We can be capable of some really degrading words sometimes, words that can cut deep and take time to heal.