Time To Update?

It has been a while since I have written on this, I haven't really had the chance to get here.

And of course, now I'm here, I don't really know what to write about.
It has been a shit few weeks for me, but i won't go into any of that, I don't like talking about my "problems" on my blog. But just so we are all aware, yes... Yes it has been rather shit.

I told Greg I would put up a cover that he and I have recently recorded, I need to put it on YouTube first, which might take a while. But while I'm here, I'll put up the original version and then I'll do another post with our version. In our version, I think my voice could be a hell of a lot better! Greg, maybe we re-record it one day? Haha.

But ignore that for now, sweet ones. Just appreciate the genius of Matt and Kim's "Daylight". A truly bright and colourful trip through Grand Street in Daylight. If you're feeling as rotten as me right now, it may help you out. Get up and dance or something, and shake off the filth of winter.



DAYLIGHT
we cut the legs off of our pants 
threw our shoes into the ocean
 sit back and wave through the daylight
 sit back and wave through the daylight
slip and slide on subway grates 
these shoes are poor mans ice skates 
fall through like change in the daylight
 fall through like change in the daylight
i miss yellow lines in my roads
 some color on monochrome 
maybe i’ll paint them in myself
 maybe i’ll paint them in myself
these sidewalks liquid then stone
 building walls and an old pay phone 
it rings like all through the daylight 
it rings like all through the daylight
and in the daylight we can hitchhike to maine
 i hope that someday i’ll see without these frames 
and in the daylight i don’t pick up my phone
 cause in the daylight anywhere feels like home
I have five clocks in my life
 and only one has the time right 
i’ll just unplug it for today
 i'll just unplug it for today
open hydrant rolled down windows 
this car might make a good old boat and float down grand street in daylight 
and float down grand street in daylight
and with just half of a sunburn 
new yellow lines that i earned 
step back and here comes the night time 
step back and here comes the night time

and in the daylight we can hitchhike to maine 
i hope that someday i’ll see without these frames 
and in the daylight i don’t pick up my phone
 cause in the daylight anywhere feels like home

Sick, Sick, Sick.

Oh how sick I feel today. I had to leave work after I vomited in the bathroom. My head is throbbing, my ear is still aching and I still have the tasted of rejected paracetamol in the back of my mouth. Ew. I can't believe how crap I feel, and I'm trying to use the time I have to myself to write some lyrics, but nothing is really happening yet. I think something may be forming, but not sure this sick and therefore depressed state I'm in will inspire fantastic lyrics.

I'm thinking of using the title of my blog in there somewhere (haha) probably because at the moment, nothing springs to mind.

Anyway, here's to hoping i come up with something good/acceptable/at all, really. Maybe watching "GO" is killing the creative flow. Mind you, so was ABC3. TV in general maybe?

Ok, back to work, the melody is there, that's a start I guess. If i think of something good, I'll post it, tell me what you think if I get to it.

well, it has been about half an hour, still have nothing. although i did find something that I wrote a while back, but whether it can be adapted to a song (see, its somewhat of a poem i guess) remains to be seen.

The aim is to have something, anything written before the day is out. And I will post whatever I write today.

Here is me in my sick state.

The War Criminal Rises and Speaks

Ok, so I tried, and I can't figure out how to add my playlist to my blog (Grace, I was able to get to Grooveshark and create a playlist, I just can't add it to my blog) so, I will keep trying ways of getting it to work, later.

Instead for now, I'll just add youtube videos and the like until I can work my magic. I'm putting up "The War Criminal Rises and Speaks" by a band that my friend Ben has recently shown me (Okkervil River) with the lyrics as well. This song has such raw emotion and the lyrics are extremely well crafted (I mentioned this song in an earlier post that made me cry!) I have been listening to Okkervil River of late and I really really like them. I was given the albums "Black Sheep Boy" and "Down the River of Golden Dreams".

So, if you enjoy music with nice vibes, easy going melodies, rich instrumentation and honest vocals, check Okkervil River out. A little vintage, but that's how we like our Indie! Please enjoy.




The heart wants to feel.
The heart wants to hold.
The heart takes past Subway,
past Stop and Shop,
past Beal’s,
and calls it “coming home.”
The heart wants a trail
away from “alone,”
so the heart turns a sale
into a well-worn milestone
towards hard-won soft furniture,
fought-for fast food,
defended end table that
holds paperbacks and back U.S. News.
The mind turns an itch
into a bruise,
and the hands start to twitch
when they’re feeling ill-used.

And you’re almost back now,
you can see by the signs;
from the bank you tell the temperature
and then the time,
and the billboard reads some headlines.
The head wants to turn,
to avert both its eyes,
but the mind wants to learn
of some truth that might be
inside reported crimes.

So they found a lieutenant
who killed a village of kids.
After finishing off the wives,
he wiped off his knife
and that’s what he did.
And they’re not claiming that
there’s any excusing it;
that was thirty years back,
and they just get paid for the facts
the way they got them in.

Now he’s rising and not denying.
His hands are shaking, but he’s not crying.
And he’s saying “How did I climb
out of a life so boring into that moment?
Please stop ignoring the heart inside,
oh you readers at home!
While you gasp at my bloody crimes,
please take the time
to make your heart my home:
where I’m forgiven by time,
where I’m cushioned by hope,
where I’m numbed by long drives,
where I’m talked off or doped.
Does the heart wants to atone?

Oh, I believe that it’s so,
because if I could climb back through time,
I’d restore their lives and then give back my own:
tens of times now its size
on a far distant road
in a far distant time
where every night I’m still crying,
entirely alone.”

But the news today always fades away as you drive by,
until at dinnertime when you look into her eyes,
lit by evening sun - that, as usual, comes
from above that straight, unbroken line,
the horizon
- its rising
is a given,
just like your living.

Your heart’s warm and kind.
Your mind is your own.
Our blood-spattered criminal
is inscrutable;
don’t worry, he won’t
rise up behind your eyes
and take wild control.
He’s not of this time,
he fell out of a hole.