January 2012
2 posts
Total ‘Et tu, Brute?’ moment.
The inexplicable meets the unreasonable, and the collision ignites quite a fire.
Embers, sparks, crackles and pops— I’m left here listening to Alkaline Trio while my body decides whether jet-lag is still a real thing or just an excuse I’ve made up to never go to sleep.
I need a haircut. Seriously.
December 2011
2 posts
Big Time Lush
Apparently I pissed a few people off today— What’s new?
Big Time Rush fans, in NO way did I intend to disrespect the guys. My explanation was rushed (teehee) and worded wrong in the final iteration of the interview.
To clarify, BTR’s reps asked to do a version of No Idea, which we were totally cool with, and that version of the song ended up on their newest record. (They even...
November 2011
1 post
October 2011
2 posts
10/4
My toes anchor me to the Indian Ocean, as I kick my head back and quietly scream; The constellations look so different here, but they still know exactly what I mean.
September 2011
2 posts
Byah
Wishing away so much more than common sense,
a couple cents tossed aside,
didn’t matter — ‘cause I didn’t pick a side,
just left myself,
a coin flip away from the great divide,
a bridge to burn, a rope to hide,
a hill to climb,
just you and I,
We made sense, made dents in time…
Cents and dimes,
nickles and vibes.
The vibes were priceless.
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July 2011
2 posts
do it!
remainsofmywastedyouth-:
text “KHOP i feel like dancin by all time low” to 68255
they’re still #21 on top hits on khop c’mon
just one time
plz
June 2011
1 post
Sail on.
If I could only see what lies beyond the great horizon, nagging mystery blanketing all things too great for me to understand, spread like sheets over potential, Veritas’ song echoing into the here and now— a dull whisper. I sit, a deity of my own devices, bending all that burns and bubbles within me, straining to process just a single bar of an infinite melody, one perhaps not meant to...
April 2011
1 post
Long Distance
Gentle touch,
Delicate breath,
Flash of pearl in the darkness of another heavy Wednesday—
These lips know how it feels to be given a taste, but denied another;
blissful, longing whimsy—
A loss for words,
A loss of sense,
A sense of disregard—
Lay awake and wonder how she’s sleeping.
March 2011
3 posts
Under A Paper Moon
“Baby, don’t yell,
You’re tearing a hole
right through the walls of everything we used to know,
I’m building a place, something amazing,
Just for the sake of saving us,
From under the sun,
Two plastic hearts with nowhere to run,
We’re rolling the dice on whatever’s left,
‘cause God only knows that we could use the rest…
Me and you, living under a...
February 2011
3 posts
I need a volunteer— Special delivery— Something to think on until the the serious goods get a green light and the launch codes clear.
For now we have a network… This pretty little underground… Like passing notes in class.
Who’s up for it?
Quick, before I turn into an Eastern Standard pumpkin.
**DirtyWork**
January 2011
3 posts
November 2010
1 post
#badass
You win.
Transcript
FRANK SINATRA September 9, 1990 Dear Friends, When I saw your Calendar cover today about George Michael, “the reluctant pop star,” my first reaction was he should thank the good Lord every morning when he wakes up to have all that he has., And that’ll make two of us thanking God every morning for all that we have. I don’t understand a guy who...
September 2010
1 post
For better or for worse,
And for lack of better words,
We are pirates riding chorus,
Sailing verses,
Pushing forwards,
And with lack of better words,
“We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot; Drink up me’earties, Yo-ho!”
Still a pirates life for me.
August 2010
5 posts
Cue a stranger,
center-field — hard-focused;
Spread smiles like brush fires and sprinkle casual laughs like UK rain.
Be here, be alive, and be the means to a worthwhile end.
Head down, chin up, eyes on the horizon.
Don’t blow it.
A demo of a song from the upcoming album that you...
Safe little house, safe little friends, safe little thoughts to keep you safe,
from all those big, bad wolves that eat you up.
Safe in your room, safe as a tomb,
sleep in a coffin made of glass;
It takes a big facade to hide the cracks.
Can we make this last, ‘cause now I’m not so sure…
Are you up to the task? Sometimes the sickness is the cure…
You’re...
This one’s just for shit’s n’ gig’s. Nothing I couldn’t say in 140 or less. Perverts.
A hammer to the corner stone,
you think you’re fine, but you’re just alone—
No one to tell you that everything’s fucked,
so just keep smiling.
July 2010
2 posts
June 2010
2 posts
Me n' You, living under a paper moon.
Baby don’t yell, you’re tearing a hole right through the walls of everything we used to know…
May 2010
1 post
April 2010
4 posts
Only One
Paint yourself a picture, something perfectly obscure, to hide away the messes, behind your manicure, In all of my obsessing, to find the perfect words, I am sick of second guessing, I didn’t mean to make you hurt,
Break another mirror, to keep away the stares, of another guilty reflex, a reflection left in tears, and all of my obsessing, tell me, what was it worth? I guess I...
March 2010
10 posts
Itsbeenaminute.
Las Vegas; a place of cheap thrills, bad bets and expensive drinks. I’ve lost some money. I’ve eaten too many Pop-Chips. John Mayer is cooler than me.
Facts that I can and will deal with. Why? Because the future excites me!
Lets throw it all down on red, I’m feeling lucky.
Daydream Away
I wish you could see your face right now, ‘cause you’re grinning like a fool, and we’re sitting on your kitchen floor, on a tuesday afternoon, doesn’t matter when we get back, to doing what we do, ‘cause right now could last forever, just as long as I’m with you, We would go out on the weekend, to escape our busy lives, and we’d laugh at all the douche-bag...
Lucid.
Craziest dreams last night!
For starters, I think I was out for the count as soon as my head hit the pillow. Traveling does that to me, I suppose. It was the kind of sleep where I could actually feel myself slipping out of consciousness, and whatever was on my mind as I was drifting out started to paint vivid pictures.
A few ideas played out in my head, but in the most vivid, I was running from...
Home Sweet Home
My long weekend at home was extended by a few days, and I’ll take it!
Its so refreshing to live in MD; all four seasons, great cities near-by and an all around homey vibe. Its nice to disappear into suburbia every now and again.
Kinda makes me laugh, mind you, to come home from writing a new album- living my dreams- to catch up on things things like cleaning the bathrooms and picking up...
Delayed...
I’m flying home to B-More for the weekend. Woo!
Red-eye flights are by far the best kind. I sleep like a baby on planes, and thus, will be refreshed and ready to kick tomorrow’s ass when I arrive. Can’t say I’m looking forward to cold and rainy, mind you.
Everything on the album front is stellar - Mike Green and I are onto something with the song’s we’ve been...
Extraordinary Feelings!
Strike up the band, mother-lickers, this record is well on its way to being written! A celebration’s in order! Its three o’clock in the morning where I lay but I’m fighting sleep; I’ve replaced tired with tried- as in, I’ve TRIED to sleep and its not happening. This heart’s a’pounding and I’m still riding on the tail end of my last head rush,...
