My Creative Side

Hey CFuckers,

I wanted to let you all know that I created my own blog. It will feature the poems and songs I have written since like 2002 or something. In no way will my second blog will get in the way of my favorite blog. Don't think I'm cheating on you. I figured it isn't really interesting to anyone but me, but if you enjoy it, feel free to comment. Well, if you are interested the site is: Right Fuckin' Here. Thanks, dudes.

GOERG

Marvelous Song

I know you guys hate when I do this but this song has been played continually on my iPod the last three days. I cannot stop listening to it. I think most of you would like it.

Submersed - "We All Make Mistakes"

To know you,
Is to know the love of an angel,
Sent from above,
To save me,
From all of the heartache I've known
To hold you,
Is to hold in my arms of forgiveness,
Of a compassionate heart,
To be beating, pieces and struggles a lie

We all make mistakes
In our lives there's a way,
It is to hold onto what is right
We all get the chance in our lives,
To make right
If I've hurt you,
I am sorry,
Forgive me,
Forgive me

To show you,
This hole in my heart
Is to show you what you feel from the start
With your love you, broke the chains that bound me
With the strings of heavens that brought us together,
Theres no doubt that this will last forever,
Until the end of time

We all make mistakes
In our lives there's a way,
It is to hold onto what is right
We all get the chance in our lives,
To make right
If I've hurt you,
I am sorry,
Forgive me

I hear a voice on the winds of a whipser
Is this to me,
To tell me that I'm alone,
It says,
Please, never be seen through silence
Come one day,
Can you find your way
To see

We all make mistakes
In our lives there's a way,
It is to hold onto what is right
We all get the chance in our lives,
To make right
If I've hurt you,
I am sorry,
Forgive me
Forgive me
Forgive me
Forgive me
Forgive me

I can't get back to sleep

So I'm already awake at 7:30 because my dad is on a conference call in the next room, and he's a deaf old man so he has it on speakerphone on the loudest setting. So I'm posting

Karaoke is an interesting affair. Last night was definitely the most painful of the nights we heard, but there were some really good people. The main thing I've always wondered is this: I consider myself to be a talented singer. But put me up on stage with the words in front of me, and it is usually a disaster. I did manage to not make a TOTAL ass of myself singing "Your Woman" by whitetown, but come on eileen was awful (I TOLD Scott I didn' know any of the words to the verses, but did he listen? No...).
A plea to sorostitute types who do karaoke. If you're unwilling to sing a song by myself, you will not end up singing better with your two best girlfriends. Having three people in the group and holding a mike does not make you the dixie chicks - chances are, if you're completely tone-deaf, throwing your two best tone-deaf friends in the mix will likely not turn out so well. I don't mean to be totally elitist, but if I have to hear another group of people caterwauling in the completely wrong key I might start punching babies.
Speaking of punching babies, highlight of last night: The approximately six-year-old child that was just running loose in the bar. Our pal Phil managed to scare him out of where he was hiding with his karaoke stylings, and so out of nowhere, a little kid went running through the bar. Little children in completely inappropriate places makes me happy. Hell, my dad used to take us out to the pub after his rugby games all the time. Then my sister hit puberty and his team-mates started making comments so it wasn't family pub time anymore. Also I'm pretty sure people got really drunk and started acting completely inappropriately. Ah those were the days...
So back to karaoke. Basically my problem is this: every popular song from the last 40 years or so is part too high for me to sing. What's with that? Whatever happened to crooners like Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin? I mean I love Incubus, but if Brandon Boyd sings any higher on his next cd, he might break the sound barrier. Can anybody honestly sing along to the refrain of dig without singing completely falsetto? I mean it's goregeous, but I know girls who wouldn't feel comfortable singing up there. I'll have to get real drunk for that concert. This thursday - fuck yeah!

PS Brandon Boyd, you are still the love of my life regardless of the fact that I could never dream of singing the notes you can hit.

Guitar Hero 80s edition comes out today. I'll have to con one of my ps2-owning friends into buying it. I have to admit, a few more well-known songs would have been appreciated (I still can't believe they didn't put on my sharona. That song rocks) but it'll be nice to maybe play a few different tracks. I'm just waiting for GH3. Although I'm not buying it because I don't want to be a lazy shit this year at school.

Continuation from last night: being stoned and listening to NIN is fucking awesome. I got the new album (which is amazing) and the remastered edition of The Downward Spiral, a cd I can't believe I haven't bought yet. It's so angry and vulgar I just can't help but feel great when singing along. My new favorite quote (from I Do Not Want This):

I want to know everything
I want to be everywhere
I want to fuck everyone in the world
I want to do something that matters

I mean, there's no question, that is really fucking hot. It's intense, aggressively egotistical, and it's the type of thought you have when that little devil pops up on your shoulder and you smile to yourself for knowing that the human mind is capable of being so dark and arrogant. Trent Reznor is the man.

You wanna be lazy and post song lyrics???

Well I guess I can too.

Author/Artist/Singer: Easton Sheena
Music Title/Track: Morning Train (Nine to Five)

I wake up every mornin', I stumble out of bed
Stretchin' and yawnin', another day ahead
It seems to last forever, and time goes slowly by
Till babe and me's together, then it starts to fly

'Cause the moment that he's with me, time can take a flight
The moment that he's with me, everything's alright
Night time is the right time, we make love
Then it's his and my time, we take off

CHORUS:
My baby takes the morning train,
He works from nine till five and then,
He takes another home again to find me waitin' for him

REPEAT CHORUS

He takes me to a movie, or to a restaurant, to go
Slow dancing, anything I want
Only when he's with me, I catch light
Only when he gives me, makes me feel alright

CHORUS:
My baby takes the morning train,
He works from nine till five and then,
He takes another home again to find me waitin' for him

All day I think of him, dreamin' of him constantly
I'm crazy mad for him, and he's crazy mad for me
When he steps off that train, I'm heading for, a fight
Work all day to earn his pay, so we can play all night

CHORUS:
My baby takes the morning train,
He works from nine till five and then,
He takes another home again to find me waitin' for him

(chorus repeats out)

He's always on that morning train
He works so hard
To find me waiting for him...

Linkin Park's best song

I dreamed I was missing
You were so scared
But no one would listen
Cause no one else cared
After my dreaming I woke with this fear
What am I leaving
When I'm done here
So if you're asking me I want you to know

When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed
And don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest

Don't be afraid
I've taking my beating
I've shared what I made
I'm strong on the surface
Not all the way through
I've never been perfect
But neither have you
So if you're asking me I want you to know

When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed
Don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest

Forgetting
All the hurt inside
You've learned to hide so well
Pretending
Someone else can come and save me from myself
I can't be who you are

When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed
Don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest

Forgetting
All the hurt inside
You've learned to hide so well
Pretending
Someone else can come and save me from myself
I can't be who you are
I can't be who you are

This is Linkin Park's "Leave Out All The Rest" from their new album "Minutes to Midnight." I put this on here because it is one of my all-time favorite Linkin Park songs and it is also one of the catchiest (although you cannot tell simply from reading these lyrics).

Interpret the meaning however you will but I believe it is quite self explanatory.

In totally unrelated news, while posting this blog I had a Freudian slip while talking to someone and their seemingly "significant other." As I was finishing up with them I said what became a little laughing stock of my coworkers:

"Have a great rest of your gay guys."

Dear God did I have to hold that laughter in until they walked far enough away...and my coworkers nearly died. Wow.

Until next time...