Awkward, finally not - SotW [Week of 4-25-10]

Today is opposite day. Words mean exactly what they do not. How do you know who is playing? I can face the night, but not like I used to before. Going out on my own does not mean what it did. The difference between alone and lonely is profound. I have never been one, and will never be the other again.

SotW 4/25:

Well Worn Hand Editors

Wake up my love 
Today I heard some bad news 
Just what are we all supposed to do? 
I won't let them get to you 

I don't want to go out on my own anymore 
I can't face the night like I used to before 

Take my well worn hand 
Let's lock ourselves away 
We'll never, ever step outside 
We'll curl up in a ball and hide 

I don't want to go out on my own anymore 
I cant face the night like I used to before 

I don't want to go out on my own anymore 
I cant face the night like I used to before 

I'm so sorry for the things that they've done 
I'm so sorry about what we've all become 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_z4_u8tRkcM

Feliz cumpleaños a tu - SotW [Week of 4-18-09]

What does this week say? Creative 'response,' first person, lions, losses, know the band members. Running out of credit. Credentials? Weather that follows. People that don't change, people that won't change. Boxing. Anything with lyrics. We can pretend, wish, fly. 'My arms would get tired.' Would it matter? Days until closure. Creative 'response' number two.

And, happy birthday, brotha.

SotW 4/18:

Airplanes B.o.B. (Bobby Ray) feat. Hayley Williams

Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now) (wish right now)


Yeah
I could use a dream or a genie or a wish
To go back to a place much simpler than this
Cause after all the partyin’ and smashin’ and crashin’
And all the glitz and the glam and the fashion
And all the pandemonium and all the madness
There comes a time where you fade to the blackness
And when you’re staring at that phone in your lap
And you hoping but them people never call you back
But that’s just how the story unfolds
You get another hand soon after you fold
And when your plans unravel
And they sayin’ what would you wish for
If you had one chance
So airplane airplane sorry I’m late
I’m on my way so don’t close that gate
If I don’t make that then I’ll switch my flight
And I’ll be right back at it by the end of the night

Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now

Somebody take me back to the days
Before this was a job, before I got paid
Before it ever mattered what I had in my bank
Yeah back when I was tryin’ to get a tip at subway
And back when I was rappin’ for the hell of it
But now a days we rappin’ to stay relevant
I’m guessin that if we can make some wishes outta airplanes
Then maybe yo maybe I’ll go back to the days
Before the politics that we call the rap game
And back when ain’t nobody listened to my mix tape
And back before I tried to cover up my slang
But this is for the decatur, what’s up Bobby Ray
So can I get a wish to end the politics
And get back to the music that started this shit
So here I stand and then again I say
I’m hopin’ we can make some wishes outta airplanes?

Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now

I could really use a wish right now

I could really use a wish right now

Like shooting stars

I could really use a wish right now

a wish right now

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-20inKxm08w

Art Inspires Art - SotW [Week of 4-11-10]

Same date, different day. As soon as it crosses your mind that you don't want to hurt someone, you might have already done so. Most of the time, we are clapping out of time. A fear to be anything but humble.

Take this as your push to listen to your roots. Dirt Music, perhaps. -- "Anythin' you could play on a verandah ... You know, without electricity. Dirt music." (Winton, 95)

SotW 4/11:
Long Time Gone  Tim O'Brien and Darrell Scott

Daddy sits on a front porch swinging

Looking out on a vacant field

Used to be filled with burley t’bacca

Now he knows it never will

My brother’s found work in Indiana

Sister’s a nurse at the old folks home

Mama still cooking too much for supper

And me I’ve been a long time gone

Been a long time gone

No, I ain’t hoed a row

Since I don’t know when, long time gone

And it ain’t coming back again

Deliah plays that ol’ church pian’a

Sitting out on her daddy’s farm

She always thought we’d be together

Lord I never meant to do her harm

Says she could hear me singin’ in the choir

Me, I heard another song

I caught wind and hit the road runnin’

And Lord, I’ve been a long time gone

Been a long time gone

I ain’t had a prayer since I don’t know when

Long time gone

And it ain’t coming back again

Now me, I went to Nashville, tryin’ to beat the big deal

Playin’ down on Broadway, getting’ there the hard way

Living from a tip jar, sleeping in my car

Hocking my guitar, yeah I’m gonne be a star

Now, me and Deliah singing every Sunday

Watching the garden and the children grow

We listen to the radio to hear what’s cookin’

But the music ain’t got no soul

Now they sound tired but they don’t sound Haggard

They’ve got money but they don’t have Cash

They got Junior but they don’t have Hank

I think, I think, I think

The rest is a long time gone

No, I ain’t honked the horn since I don’t know when

Long time gone

And it ain’t comin back again

Long time gone

I ain’t honked the horn since I don’t know when

Long time gone

And it ain’t comin back again

Long time, long time, long time gone

Well it’s been a long time

Long time, long time, long time gone

Oh, it’s been a long time gone

Long time, long time, long time gone

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8lzuOvPfi0Y

Old Becoming New - SotW [Week of 4-4-10]

I have done a lot of independence-embracing lately. Whatever that means. Mail is very telling... who sent it, and whether it will ever be opened. Novels are better with soundtracks. So, write holla in the sand despite knowing that high tide is imminent.

SotW 4/4:

Snowflakes [Cured By Temple of Jay Mix]  Just Jack

Sometimes it feels like I'm looking through a pain of glass
I can see your mouth move but can't hear the words


I'm moving your mental feet
In complex dances and jigs
I'll loosen up your consciousness
Like a syrup of figs
It's time to emerge from camouflage leaves and twigs
Time to throw the fake noses and fright wigs
Time to face the music
No more metaphor
Time to decide your fate
Will you be cooked or go raw
Will you be
Rare and bloody with your soul exposed
Or well done
a charcoal surface with your insides froze
and do you feel fear
as you hear
another door close
or will you just turn away
and flow where the wind blows
and are you still satisfied with the pathways you chose
or would you like to go back
and rewrite the old prose

Do you count the flakes
When it snows
And can you feel the heat
or only the afterglows
Do you count the flakes
When it snows


And do you count the leaves
When they fall
And can you feel, anything at all
Do you count the leaves
When they fall

Does your life sometimes feel like one big fake orgasm
A gut reaction
Instinctive spasm
in the chasm
And do your problems metamorphose
into rubiks cubes
Keep twisting and turning
Becoming more confused
Do you sometimes feel
like you've been used and abused
Your not visibly black and blue
But on the inside bruised
And does your love life
leave you feeling kinda bemused
You've played all the games
And you're no longer amused

Do you count the flakes
When it snows
And can you feel the heat
or only the afterglows
Do you count the flakes
When it snows

And do you count the leaves

When they fall

And can you feel, anything at all

Do you count the leaves

When they fall

Sometimes it feels like I'm looking through a pain of glass
I can see your mouth move but can't hear the words

Do you count the flakes
When it snows
And can you feel the heat
or only the afterglows
Do you count the flakes
When it snows

And do you count the leaves

When they fall

And can you feel, anything at all

Do you count the leaves

When they fall

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YxBzMH6VAW4