Call me Willy Whistle cause I can’t speak baby

I have a confession.

Sometimes I find pop music to be enjoyable. Sometimes I like to play Justin Timberlake REALLY loud in my car, shake my booty and sing along. Because yes, I know the words. Sometimes I work out to a mix of Backstreet Boys, *Nync, and Gwen Stefani.

I blame the girls. (Thank you)

Before meeting them, I was a huge music snob. I’m not saying that isn’t the case today, but I have learned to enjoy pop music for what it is. Mindless fluff that is fun to dance to. It’s like the Andy Warhol of music… Basically talentless, mass produced crap that is so unoffensive that you can’t help but like it. If I can love Warhol, I can love Kelly Clarkson.

Having said that, I still completely agree with Tif’s post about the decline of quality music found on the airwaves nowadays. Also? I still hate Fallout boy, The Used and My Chemical Romance with the fury of a million suns.

So stop judging me (Jake)! With lyrics like these how can you not laugh? Last time I checked laughing was a good thing. PS, I promise not to post anymore lyrics for at least a week…

New Kids On The block,
had a bunch of hits
Chinese food makes me sick.
And I think it’s fly when girls stop by for the summer,
for the summer
I like girls that wear Abercrombie and Fitch,
I’d take her if I had one wish,
But she’s been gone since that summer
..Since that summer

Hip Hop Marmalade spic And span,
Met you one summer and it all began
You’re the best girl that I ever did see,
The great Larry Bird Jersey 33
When you take a sip you buzz like a hornet
Billy Shakespeare wrote a whole bunch of sonnets
Call me Willy Whistle cause I can’t speak baby
Something in your eyes went and drove me crazy
Now I can’t forget you and it makes me mad,
Left one day and never came back
Stayed all summer then went back home,
Macauly Culkin wasn’t Home Alone
Fell deep in love, but now we ain’t speaking
Michael J Fox was Alex P Keaton

Cherry Pez, cold crush, rock star boogie
Used to hate school so I had to play hookie,
Always been hip to the B-boY Style
Known to act wild and make girls smile,
Love New Edition and the Candy Girl
Remind me of you because you rock my world
You come from Georgia where the peaches grow
They drink lemonade and speak real slow
You love hip hop and rock n roll
Dad took off when you were 4 years old
There was a good man named Paul Revere
I feel much better baby when you’re near
You love fun dip and cherry Coke,
I like the way you laugh when I tell a joke

In the summertime girls got it going on,
Shake and wiggle to a hip hop song
Summertime girls are the kind I like,
I’ll steal your honey like I stole your bike

Bugaloo shrimp and pogo sticks
My mind takes me back there oh so quick
Let you off the hook like my man Mr. Limpet
Think about that summer and I bug, cause I miss it
Like the color purple, macaroni and cheese,
Ruby red slippers and a bunch of trees
Call you up but whats the use
I like Kevin Bacon, but I hate Footloose
Came in the door I said it before,
I think I’m over you but I’m really not sure

Don’t let yourself down

MUSE IS COMING TO UTAH.

Yeah, yeah, I know I went last time they came but I’m really excited about it. Because um IT’S MUSE. Save Tool and A Perfect Circle, Muse is probably the biggest musical influence on my work as a photographer. I don’t really know how to explain it without sounding cheesy, but I want my work to look like what a Muse song sounds like. The way they layer sounds and incorporate lyrics (quality lyrics I might add) is really inspiring to me. Just sayin, Muse is AWESOME, and I’m not the only person who thinks so.

If you’re new to Muse, might I suggest the following songs: Unintended, Cave, Thoughts of a Dying Atheist, Apocalypse Please, Sing for Absolution, Falling away with you, Super Massive Black Hole, Starlight, Soldier’s Poem, Exo-Politics, and Butterflies and Hurricanes. Below are the lyrics to Butterflies and Hurricanes. It’s probably my favorite song of theirs. GO CHECK IT OUT!! AND GET EXCITED!

change,
everything you are
and everything you were
your number has been called

fights,
battles have begun
revenge will surely come
your hard times are ahead

best,
you’ve got to be the best
you’ve got to change the world
and you use this chance to be heard
your time is now

change,
everything you are
and everything you were
your number has been called
fights and battles have begun
revenge will surely come
your hard times are ahead

best,
you’ve got to be the best
you’ve got to change the world
and you use this chance to be heard
your time is now

don’t,
let yourself down
don’t let yourself go
your last chance has arrived

best,
you’ve got to be the best
you’ve got to change the world
and you use this chance to be heard
your time is now

It’s okay for you to care, cuz I’m not going anywhere

As mentioned before, many times, I love Ben Lee. So. Much.

im walking down broadway
each footstep is a new love letter
im trying to make eye contact
with each and every stranger that i pass
im thinking about the city
its living proof people need to be together
im thinking about how i just wanna open up
and give and give and give

and its ok for you to care
cos i can feel you in the air
and while you wonder
how’s this gonna end
i only wanted to begin

im thinking about desire
ive had to learn how to sin successfully
im thinking about bliss
and bliss is all dressed up and there’s no one to dance with
remembering her smile
and the nuclear bomb and the reasons i loved her
im walking through central park
im in a foreign country and im waiting for a sign

and its ok for you to care
cos im not going anywhere
and while you wonder
if you should let me in
i only wanted to begin

im still singing
twisting new melodies, breaking arrangements
im thinking about my heart
i guess youve heard, sometimes its heavy
but i just keep moving
when i hit a wall i look up at the sky
im thinking about my maker
and despite all this i know she wont give up on me

and its ok for you to care
cos i can taste you everywhere
and while its true all straight things must bend
i only wanted to begin

Can’t you see all that stuff’s a sideshow?

Drink up baby down
Are you in or are you out?
Leave your things behind
‘Cause it’s all going off without you

Excuse me too busy you’re writing your tragedy
These mishaps
You bubble-wrap
When you’ve no idea what you’re like

So, let go,
let go
Jump in
Oh well, what you waiting for?
It’s all right
‘Cause there’s beauty in the breakdown
So, let go,
l-let go
Just get in
Oh, it’s so amazing here
It’s all right
‘Cause there’s beauty in the breakdown

It gains the more it gives
And then it rises with the fall
So hand me that remote
Can’t you see that all that stuff’s a sideshow?
Such boundless pleasure
We’ve no time for later
Now you can’t await
your own arrival
you’ve twenty seconds to comply

So, let go, so let go
Jump in
Oh well, what you waiting for?
It’s alright
‘Cause there’s beauty in the breakdown
So, let go, yeah let go
Just get in
Oh, it’s so amazing here
It’s all right
‘Cause there’s beauty in the breakdown

Cause my friend lonesome’s unconditional

So today it occurred to me that I haven’t been truly happy since the last night of the Ashdown Campaign… Interesting aye? Maybe this detox is doing more than detoxing my body, but detoxing my brain too. I dunno do you ever have days where everything seems so clear? Because that is me today, and I don’t want to go to bed.

In other, possibly more exciting news, the Photography dept is having a call for entries that I’m really excited about. Maybe if we’re lucky I’ll get accepted and my work will be shown at another gallery. Because that? was AWESOME. The gallery that the selected pieces will be showing at is one of my favorites.. So I guess we’ll see what happens.

Anywho, I really love Eve 6.
Have a good’un

Tonight I feel ambitious
and so does my foot
as it sinks on the pedal
I press it to the floor

I don’t need a girl
don’t need a friend
cause my friend lonesome’s unconditional
We’re flying forever bored

And for a moment
I love everything that I see and think and feel
I love my broken side view mirror
Cause it’s so perfect

I’m so perfect
you’re so perfect
you’re not here

I hear the change in gears
My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
This is an open road song
The night is beckoning although
I have nowhere to go but home
Feels good to be alone
With every turn comes a new frame of mind
if I could frame my mind
Where would it hang?

My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
This is an open road song

I crack a window and feel the cool air cleanse my every pore
As I pour my poor heart out
To a radio song that’s patient and willing to listen
My volume drowns it out
But that’s O.K.
Cause I sound better than him anyway any day
yeah my voice is sweet as salt
I search for comfort and I find it where I’ve found it many times before
Times before can be forgotten

My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road
This is an open road song

Come on now, do that stupid dance for me

Yeah yeah yeah you don’t like Everclear. Whatever. I DON’T CARE. Sometimes? Their music knows how I feel okay? So no smart ass comments.

You put yourself in stupid places
Yes I think you know it’s true
Situations where it’s easy to look down on you
I think you like to be the victim
I think you like to be in pain
I think you make yourself a victim
Almost every single day
You do what you do
You say what they say
You try to be everything to everyone
You know all the right people
You play all the right games
You always try to be
Everything to everyone
Yeah you do it again
You always do it again
You say they taught you how to read and write
Yeah, they taught you how to count
I say they taught you how to buy and sell
Your own body by the pound
I think you like to be their simple toy
I think you love to play the clown
I think you are blind to the fact
That the hand you hold is the hand that holds you down
You do what you do
You say what they say
You always try to be everything to everyone
You know all the right people
You play all the right games
You always try to be everything to everyone
Spin around and fall down, do it again
You stumble and you fall
Yeah why don’t you ever learn
Spin around and fall down, do it again
Yeah, you stumble and you fall
I wonder if you will ever learn
Why won’t you ever learn
Come on now, do that stupid dance for me
You do what they tell you to do
You say what they say
You try to be everything to everyone
You jump through the big hoop
You play all the right games
You try to be everything to everyone
Spin around and fall down, do it again
You stumble and you fall
Yeah you do it again
Spin around and fall down, do it again
You stumble and you fall

This could be love…

So I’ve liked the song “This Could be Love” for quite awhile now, but just realized how the words actually go. Um yeah.. The lead singer totally sat in his own fecal matter for days.

That really is love.

or disgusting..

I’ve got a book of matches
I’ve got a can of kerosene
I’ve got some bad ideas involving you and me
I don’t blame you for walking away
I touched myself at thoughts of flames
I shat the bed and laid there in it
Thinking of you wide awake for days
Wide awake for days

And I found you tongue-tied ;my twisted little brain
You couldn’t crack a smile
I didn’t catch your name
I don’t blame you for walking away
I’d do the same if I saw me
I swear it’s not contagious
In four short steps we can erase this

Step one — slit my throat
Step two — play in my blood
Step three — cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
Step four — stop off at Edgebrook Creek and rinse your crimson hands
You took me hostage and made your demands
I couldn’t meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one…
One by one…

I’m like a broken record
I’ve got a needle scratching me
It injects the poisons of alcohol I.V.
I don’t blame you for walking away
I’d do the same if I saw me
I swear it’s not contagious
I swear to God it’s not contagious

Step one — slit my throat
Step two — play in my blood
Step three — cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
Step four — stop at Lake Michigan and rinse your crimson hands
You took me hostage and made your demands
I couldn’t meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one

This could be love – love for fire
This could be love – love for fire
This could be love for fire forevermore

Step one — slit my throat
Step two — play in my blood
Step three — cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
Step four — stop at Berkley Marina and rinse your crimson hands
You took me hostage, made your demands
I couldn’t meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one
One by one

Have a good’un

I GET TO SEE MAYNARD JAMES KEENAN TONIGHT

So… Did you know? TOOL is in town tonight. And that my friends, is exactly what I need right now.

Join in my
Join in my child
and listen …
Digging through
My old numb shadow

My shadow’s
Shedding skin
and I’ve been picking
scabs again.
I’m down digging through
my old muscles
for a clue.
I’ve been crawling on my belly
clearing out what could’ve been.
I’ve been wallowing in my own confused
and insecure delusions
for a piece to cross me over
or a word to guide me in.
I wanna feel the changes coming down.
I wanna know what I’ve been hiding
in (my shadow. 2x)
Change is coming through my shadow.
My shadow’s
shedding skin.
I’ve been picking
my scabs again.

Join in my
Join in my child,
my shadow moves,
closer to me

I’ve been crawling on my belly
clearing out what could’ve been
I’ve been wallowing in my own chaotic,
insecure delusions.
I wanna feel the change consume me,
feel the outside turning in.
I wanna feel the metamorphosis and
cleansing I’ve endured in,
(my shadow. 2x)
Change is coming.
Now is my time.
Listen to my muscle memory.
Contemplate what I’ve been clinging to.
Forty-six and two ahead of me.

I,
choose to live and to,
grow,
take and give and to,
move,
learn and love and to,
cry,
kill and die and to,
be,
paranoid and to,
lie,
hate and fear and to,
do,
what it takes to move through.

I choose to live and to,
lie,
kill and give and to,
die,
learn and love and to,
do,
what it takes to step through.

See my shadow changing,
stretching up and over me
soften this old armor.
Hoping I can clear the way by
stepping through my shadow,
coming out the other side.
Step into the shadow.
Forty six and two
are just ahead of me.

My. Own. Drum. My. Own. Beat.

So.. you should check Poe if you haven’t already.
Have a good’un

My mother spent 10 years sitting by a window
Scared if she spoke she would die of a heart attack
She listened as her dreams silently screamed
They drowned like little dolphins caught in a fishnet

Dear world I’m pleased to meet you

Hey everybody when you walk the walk
You gotta back it all up you gotta talk the talk
Hey everybody when I hear the knock
Don’t wanna measure out my life to the tick of a clock
Hey everybody when my daddy died
He had a sad sad story written in his eyes
Hey everybody when you walk the walk
You cannot measure out your life to the tick of a clock

I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum

Hey everybody
Can you walk the walk you gotta back it all up
But can you talk the talk
Hey everybody
Can you walk the walk?

I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
(say what? )
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
(say what? )
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum

I wanna live to the beat of my own drum
I wanna take to the beat of my own drum
I wanna hang ten, high, say pleased to meet you

Give to the beat of my own drum
I wanna sing to the beat of my own drum
I wanna fly, cry, win, lose, live, die, take five

Pleased to meet you

My daddy spent 10 years living on the outside looking in
He thought that he would never get back
Watched his dream walk across a silver screen
And he was standing there when the theatre went pitch black

Dear world I’m pleased to meet you

Hey everybody when I walk the walk
I gotta back it all up I gotta talk the talk
Hey everybody when I hear the knock
Dont wanna measure out my life to the tick of a clock
Hey everybody–can you walk the walk?

I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
(say what? )
I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum
(say what? )
I wanna live to the beat of my own drum
I wanna laugh to the beat of my own drum
I wanna play to the beat of my own drum
I wanna hang ten, high, say pleased to meet you
I wanna screw up to the beat of my own drum
I wanna take it out of town and do it to my drum

Scream shout
Wipe out
Make love to my baby

Father: its a wonderful idea, but it doesnt work.

My. own. drum. my. own. beat.

Hey did you ever get the feeling that its really a joke
You think youve got it figured out and then you find that you dont
So you say goodbye to the world and now youre floating in space
You got no sense of nothing not even a time or a place
Then suddenly you hear it its the beat of your heart
And for the first time in your life you know your life is about to start

I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum

Daughter:Theres someone knocking in the wall, was it an echo? ba da pa pa

Blllaaaaahhh

So.. I love Coldplay.


Come up to meet you, tell you I’m sorry
You don’t know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets, and ask me your questions
Oh let’s go back to the start
Running in circles, coming up tails
Heads on a science apart

Nobody said it was easy
Oh it’s such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said that it would be this hard
Oh take me back to the start

I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing our tails
Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy
Oh it’s such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be so hard
I’m going back to the start