Catch 22

I realize that by posting here, I'm taking a liberal interpretation of a web designer's job description, but I can't stop listening to this song today, and maybe you won't want to either: catch22.mp3

Perhaps I should be promoted to erstwhile publicist?

Stuff I'm working on...

1.

i guess i give up
i'm not going to make it more than a month at most and you can prove it
we say run away
when its late at night but we never caught that midnight train ride
jamie jamie you make love like i'm not there
is that pleasure of fear behind those cold eyes
mosters sleep in peoples clothes and drink with me
was it them or the whiskey starting to show their teeth
i know its cheaper for you painting only in blue
you think just out of reach will keep me right underneath like hell its your hell
when you burn i can't breathe you take the air from my lungs
swear its someone elses fault you do too many drugs, like hell its your hell
roll into the park with a worn out smile
tired tired lips that can't embrace me now
but solo i can get that look to lie down
caught between two mirrors there's a million of you in town
keeping our affection to sharing smokes
you wrote my name in cursive on water, and i choked
burn everything you write you say art won't last
through the bottom of the glass my babys fading fast

2.

get off the boat take all the silver from the coat we stole in spain
it rains like a song i was a cloud but now i'm falling soaking your shoes
go on and just beg if you think it will work
i will sing La Peloma but they'll know the truth when i look up

i'm not the horse that you put money on
i've got the lungs, i just can't carry anyone

bring out the bull hold on to the blade
if this was the change if children are made to sever the vein
my silent witness
plucked from the rio grande
your misery falls from clear blue skies
they tell you to be brave
but they don't know the first thing about about it
guess i'll run away
but they'll track me down eventually

i'm not the hourse, that you put money on
i've got the lungs, i just can't carry anyone

no one knows me no one knows me here i'll plant my olive branches
bathe in sunlight grow old softly
no one knows me no one knows me here

3.

Verser la tristesse dans un verre.
pleutont Il renverse partout.
Boire ceci, jusqu'à ce que vous ne pouvez pas vous déplacer.

Mon amour se dissoudre.
Semblable à une ombre dans les soir.
Boire ceci, Jusqu'à ce que les lune chante par à toi. par a nous.

(anyone know if that is right?)

4.

the broken light bulb danced around the hollow chest while i waited
converted blue from an ungodly breeze its gently crushing me
flat land setting suns desperately scraping the western sky highways old towns with just churches and liquor stores
dead indians still sleep with their secrets like bloody books stashes away in cellars of fractured glass
whisper my darling my flashlight if there's still a way back from purple midnights

Regressing

I had this overwhelming urge last night watch old movies, then take a long walk at five am, as if that series of events would lead to an epiphany as the sun poured over the street. I always feel like it should.

Immigration, rusty hooks, quelling love, and bad french are on the way.

couple things

I fixed my myspace page finally. I'm working on adding an EP called "Jaws of Life" on this page, as well as the album "Things I forgot to Say". If you have any ideas for an album cover, please let me know.

Everything will *always free on this site, but there's a button to donate if there's anything you really like.

Also, I'm working on these four acoustic songs that I should have up pretty soon. One of them may or may not be in french, depending on how obnoxious it sounds afterwards.

K, bye.


*well, you know... probably


- update: album cover chosen

A handshake with carbon monoxide

In the event of never figuring out an album name, and thus never putting it on this website, and then of course never recording music again, logically I'm going to start talking about other things on this website from time to time. I've got this URL for two years at least, and I might as well use it... right? (Wrong, screw me)

A friend of mine recently emailed me an aim conversation that we had about six years ago. Apparently the turnover rate for completely despising past selves is at most six years. It could be shorter, but I don't care to make sure.

I'm reading "The Ethical Assassin" and "The Genome War" (sent to me by my friend amin).

My commute tomorrow is going to be 300 miles. And it may be that way for some time. Say hello to my dinosaur-like carbon footprint.

*Update, not taking job three hours away. I thought it would just have to be once a week, but it would be almost every day.

New Album

Sometime this week I'll have my latest album uploaded (once dusty and kyle can agree on a name) and I just wanted to sort of explain the songs a bit, maybe even to myself. Nothing I write happens on purpose. Its sort of just opening your mouth or pen cap and letting whatever needs to be said out, however trivial or nonsensical.

1. other peoples minds - takes place in france when I didn't really know anyone from city to city and I sort of began losing myself, or changing from other peoples perspective. its also about coming home and finally realizing we ultimately experience life completely alone, and our individuality is based on thousands of perspectives shining together, interlocking constructing some sort of holographic image of a person. but we need it, as we desperately need our friends and loved ones.

2. Wisconsin - is maybe just something really simple i would like to tell a younger version of myself. its kind of gimmicky... loosely constructed as future existing all around us and i'm the ghost, i think. or, its about multiple personalities.

3. Just friends - i hope is obviously about the fear of separation and losing someone you love in a very hot and cold relationship. also, when i was recording this i was pulled over four times in one week, and i was expressing my frustration with that probably as well... kyle and roger are by the porch, and men like wolves are just that... everywhere.

4. Algiers - might be a bit offensive. Its about katrina and when I lived in new orleans. I'm not even sure if i should sing about stuff like this, but its sort of about how the spirit of the city lives on in people..

5. Salute - sort of takes place on ponce, deep ellum, but mostly at this one particular bar with a friend of mine. Its about trying to cheer someone up, and the kinds of people I get along with.

6. Heaven - starts out as a confession and then turns into talking about atheism again somehow... uh, finishes with a drive i took one night with my mom.

7. Leviathan - is about a mythical sea monster

8. City, Speak to Me - I think is about keeping secrets.

9. Hot Ashes - I desperately wanted this to sound like the music you'd hear when you're going insane trying to find someone in their personal hell. Or like transposing every sad memory into your own catharsis. I think it just ended up being kind of mellow and parts of it sounding a lot like a song from the frames.

-thanks to beth for the support and enduring all of the rough tracks. i love you.

Battle of the Bands

Jan 20'th @ Curtain Club
2800 Main St. Dallas, TX 75226


It'll be sometime after 4:00, but just shoot me an email, or give me a call (404)9640527 and I can get you tickets.