krj

Just got a new iMac, playing in garageband.

Lyrics are pretty bad, i just wanted to write something quick so i could play with garageband.

well i stopped writing stuff for a while but here's a new one.

lyrically, it goes somthin like the philosopher said "everything in life is dead" well i cant seem to break that rhyme. everytime i try to breathe the wasted tasteless endless breeze i end up living lies. not this time. break away from the scene of this tasteless suburban dream and wake me when i hit the ground... im goin down til i cant get any lower.  i am never coming back.  hear the telephone ring hear the never-ever-ending scream of everything thats going wrong. i pray to god youre wrong about the bomb and about the lies i was sold and lies ive told. where do i go from here when life aint callin me nowhere and i cant seem to break the rhyme? where do the poets go? i aint got a voice but i got a soul or god at least i hope i do.

SCREW THEM ALL WITH THEIR METAL & LIGHTS

I'M BRINING OUT THE MAGNETS

This is my attempt at writing a more narrative, story-driven song as opposed to just complaining about random things lol

Lyrics:
Car fumes and upholstry, thriving on apathy, driving to Godknowswhere. Going to Oregon, to California. Gonna see What's-His-Name -- I don't care. Do you really care?

White sheets make misery. Driving us blissfully back to where? Saunters like death and cold, talking of marigolds, saying, "Get out of here."

"Go away"

Coffee and cigarettes, filtering life like this, with orange and fiberglass. Singing for nobodies, berets and guitar strings, hipsters and junkies, fast.

This one is old and wise, talking through big blue eyes, singing in one-two-threes.

Blue Eyes: "Well life's not free. Hell, you can take it from me. I don't need it anyway."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Shots from above and around and the ground is red with the blood of another. Children are screaming, Blue Eyes is bleeding, it's black and white, film-noir. Spilling coffee, running mothers, Blue Eyes grabs and holds me down. It's like a book. I think Kerouac is writing in my head. It's like a movie. It can't be real. Blue Eyes can't be dead!

And he's not.

Hold me down, whisper in, tell me everything you want to tell. Hold me close, tell it fast, before your last breath is gone.

He says, "I found the secret, I want you to know. Look for blood and marigolds!"

I see empty, I see blood and marigolds.
I see full, I see blood and marigolds.
I see beauty, I see blood and marigolds.
I see trash, I see blood and marigolds.
I see pain, I see blood and marigolds.
I see bliss, I see blood and marigolds.
I see convicts, I see blood and marigolds.
I see saints, I see blood and marigolds.
I see Heaven, I see blood and marigolds.
I see Hell, I see blood and marigolds.
I see life, I see blood and marigolds.
I see death, I see blood and marigolds.

more electronic experiments. this time i put some guitar and vox in.

lyrics:
we try to run away from ourselves
we try to run away from globalization hell
we try to run away from death and god
we try to run away from our songs
we try to run away from logic and math
we try to run away from the trodden path