WB

A tee-shirt that had the Warner Brothers' "WB" logo on it:

"If you see the police,

Warn a Brotha"

:P

Dead Melodies

When

I sit

in this familiar place,

and nothing’s the same,

and I stare

at this unbroken guitar

and wonder why

I can’t play at

will

today, I think of

yesterday,

and of the music I used to play,

and of

you

beside me, smiling

and encouraging,

and laughing

as you sang a random chorus to

my random tune.

Without you, I’ll

be

empty and alone.

Silence consumes

this once familiar place.

The music is gone,

and nothing’s left.

Why can

no amount of time

make this song sound

alright?

Fetus songs

I have three or four ideas for songs in my head that I haven't had time to start developing. I have lyrics written down, and full musical backdrops in my head, but no way to fully pull them from my head to GarageBand.

And by no way, I mean no time. Or no full privacy. Or quietude. Or anything.

They actually all have similar sounds, even, so they all fit with the album I'm trying to work on.

That being said, it's difficult enough to work on one song well, let alone three or four simultaneously.

As for the title of this post: these are all songs that have been conceived, but are still imprisoned within me, yet to see the light of day. Unborn.

Fetus songs.

Hair

I can't decide if I miss my longer-lengthed, bushy, poofy hair or not.

The new hawtness.

Oh, hello heater... you're here a little early.

Nice to make your acquaintance.

...

YOU SUCK.