Late Night Songs.

the termites ate through our bed, and tore down the roof over our heads
i made the woodwork with my hands, scattered sawdust across the lands
and than i begged you to "never leave without me"
i told her once i told her twice, maybe half a dozen times,
but never found the courage of the words to ever speak them
dusted off the old piano, covered with a lifetimes scatter
of happy and tired memories in every note
i know that i take far to many pictures, spare me with your convictions
you know i can't remember, anything without them
we watched the sunset on the shores
stumbled through the deepest forests
and than found ourselves in the tunnel on the end
but you can wipe away my words,
they're nothing more than crayon

i just like the way they smell
have you ever wanted to paint the sky
and what other color, than what it already is
is a philosopher really all that smart?
or does he just figure how to say, clever things in different ways
i have two giant tacky mugs, neither which i have dranken from,
my great grandfather gave me a jar of pennies,
and i never got to meet him, am i supposed to spend it?
i've always wanted to ride a ferry boat, or at the very least dig my own moat
i'd have a castle made of lead, a bunch of abe lincolns heads
maybe thats what i'll do with all the change.
it always bothered me that i wanted my room a different blue

but my mother insisited it would be a darker hue

did i win or lose in the end?

This American Dream.

is an utter waste.
doesn't anyone else out there want to work to simply love what they do no matter the amount of money they don't make or people they don't impress?
i don't care about a big brick house with a shiny red car out front.
neither should you.

the world as you know it.

i wonder what our society/current age will be known for. i mean you really do have to wonder. we look back at other ages as "the revolutionary age" etc.
but what will generations after us look at us as? the people that were scared to death that the world was going to end? granted, every society has this, i mean cmon the disciples were waiting on jesus to come back within their lifetimes.
think about how many movies you have seen in the last ten years that has been about the world falling into a huge chaotic circus and falling to pieces, society coming to a collapse, technology being wiped away and no one remembering what important things we achieved in our lifetimes?
you say, hold up there buddy, we are the strongest force known to man, we are dominating the planet and we are the revolutionaries for a technology driven world.
funny thing is, the societys that you learned about in elementary/middle school that you don't remember anything about? we could be even less than that.
its kinda funny to think that the generations/nations before us are learned about from digging around in their trash. can you picture someone doing that for us in a thousand years? digging through our landfills finding plastic bottles and learning that it was where we kept our water?
strange concept much....
try to wrap your brain around this. and yes its completely hypothetical and me trying to think outside of the american dream "box" that we live in.
speaking of which did you know other countries have posters making fun of the way americans think hanging around their countries? i learned this today. they have painting of over weight zombies with backwards hats munching on mcdonalds. sorry. rabbit trail. back to where we were...
when hitler came into power he had major thinkers of the time killed, professors, teachers, historians, basically anyone with an education that thought outside of the box.
ever wondered how we have all the current knowledge of the nazi regime if he killed everyone that would take a record of it?
answer. they documented all of it, the clips of video that we see is nazi video footage...
yes we have historians, but alot of our current history is based off of verbal accounts of what happened true?
what will they look at for us? very few artifacts are found from former civilizations that were written on print, cave drawings, as much that is documented on print and on the internet, we really have nothing more. can you imagine that everything that we use today will one day be gone, and only a few remains will tell those what we were.
kinda spacy. but it was my random thoughts of the day.

Radio

so i really enjoy doing radio at on the college station, though i have to completely admit i feel very immature for it. my show is two hours of basically screaming music.
(if you are into that, every tuesday night from 6-8 on 95.5 or www.wngrradio.com)
this is why. i walked into the station and the only reason that i'm basically on the air is gloria hiatt teaching me the ropes so quickly. but the problem lies here. people listening to the radio don't want to hear what i want to hear, or hear me jabber about what i think is important to a bunch of cushy walls.
i suppose i understand that in the real world of radio you basically start out as i have, and many people in the station do, but listening to themselves talk and maybe getting 5 sections of prerecorded air time introducting a song on a real station.
what i want to know. is am i different than everyone else you'd hear on the radio? (granted the fact that trey lancaster and i play mostly screaming music)
i've been dabbling with the fact of making a pitch to a local station (maybe shine 96.7) about doing an intership, where i have a once a week show that plays harder rock, maybe even some metal, with an encouraging message.
i doubt anyone is competeing with the horrible metal that 93.3 plays on their late show, or on upstate unsigned.
question is, and haunts me. should i go in guns blazing even with my immaturity in true broadcasting and pitch a show to where people could hear encouraging, hard music on the radio once a week? would that even work?
i dunno. more thinking to come. blogging is cool.

new

so i'm brand new to this blogging ordeal. but i think i'll really enjoy it because i like to write and share whats going on in the brain area, and facebook notes are a tid bit annoying. just because people don't really wanna read them unless they are on a blog. so here i am. good shot.