Two New Songs

The Metaphor (mp3)

You're the Spanish Inquisition to my War of 1812.
You're my Berlin Wall falling to the ground.
Your the gentle wind the land breathes in,
to keep us all alive.
You're the metaphor that no one understands.

What's 2+4 in a war with calculated enemies,
when there's no way it all adds up?
What do we call someone who gets lost in the trees,
when they're made of nothing but dirt and leaves?
You're the riddle that remains a mystery,
that no one's figured out but me.

You're my metaphor that no one understands,
You're my riddle that remains a mystery to this day.
I figured you out, watching everything you do.
The key is to get into your heart.

(If you didn't catch my explanation on my main site, I was listening to Death Cab the other day, more specifically Gibbard's numerous clever, sometimes ridiculous, metaphors in nearly every song and I started writing a song half mocking, half admiring the Gibbardisms.  I tried to think of some of the most random metaphors that made no sense at all, and came up with the above.  It ended up making more sense than I'd ever have thought, but the chorus is the only part that's supposed to make sense.  The rest, like the first line of the song, have no deeper meaning other than they're fun to sing.  If you want to find deeper meaning in my nonsense metaphors, by all means do, then let me know and I'll use them later for interviews about what this song means for SPIN magazine, etc...)

Untitled (mp3)

So when you look at me tell me what do you see?
The me you used to love, or the me that you hate right now.
So when you look at me tell me what do you see?
The one you loved for years, or your newfound enemy.

So when you hear my voice tell me what do you hear?
The voice that sang you to sleep, or the one you refuse to hear.
So when you hear my voice tell me what do you hear?
The voice that vowed its love, or the one that lied to you last week.

Here I sit alone waiting for your reply.
It's so hard not being by your side.
I realize I can beg all I want,
and you'll never give in.
Just know that whatever you do,
I still love you.

So when you see his sad and lonely soul,
On his knees, begging you please,
To take him back, he still loves you,
He won't do it again,
But she was your best friend
and you know...
He's the kind of guy that would do it again,
if he was give the chance.
He's the kind of guy that would do it again.

Here he sits alone waiting for your goodbye
He says it's so hard not being by your side.
He realizes he can beg all he wants,
and you'll never give in.
Even if he writes you this song...

(I just haven't named it, it's not one of those artsy "untitled" songs, but I got to thinking about some of the girls I've known that date guys that cheat on them and keep running back when that guy begs and says he won't do it again.  Cliché for a song I know, but obviously it bothered me enough at the time to write this song.  This is one of my favorite songs lyrically b/c of the way I twist the point of view from the guy begging, to the girl watching him beg at the end.  And since it's my song, she simply walks away and he's left on his knees like the pathetic soul he is.)

Since the videos get crazy choppy if I add one more to each section, I'll just put the newest ones here.

California (Rogue Wave)
(new version - figured out the "forced family" part somewhat better)

I Spy (Guster)

Demons (Guster)

My acoustic videos - The Originals

Columbia (added 7/31/06)

Seattle (new song)

The Pier (new song)

Nothing Like This (new song)

Broken Plastic Heart

Beautiful

Battered and Bruised

My acoustic videos

 The Covers

Hear You Me (Jimmy Eat World)

In An Aeroplane Over the Sea (Neutral Milk Hotel)

John Wayne Gacy Jr. (Sufjan the man cover)

The longest drunken Sparks induced rant you've ever read...I'm serious

Trivia.  Since this isn't my main site, is it ok for me to post drunken rants since no one really reads this one?  I say's yes!  I know the majority of you know about the phenomenon known as Sparks alcoholic energy drink.  Well, a band on Sub Pop, from the story I heard, said they enjoyed the drink.  Great! sparks said and proceeded to send the label cases upon cases of free Sparks for the band to drink.  Since the band rarely stops by, they just sit there.  And since the staff rarely drinks them, they simply sit there saying, "interns, please take us home and drink us..."  So, I did.  Now, if you've ever drank Sparks before, you know that about three Sparks is the limit before you begin to feel damn sick like you've got orange sugar coarsing through your veins.  And you know that shiz would be terrible to get sick on.  So that's where I stand now.  I'm waiting to go to a show in about 30 minutes of a band that features two of our A&R guys called The Unnatural Helpers.  Should be a fun show, but since I'm broke pretty much on an every second basis, I'm resorting to Sparks tonight.  Hells yeah I say.  Up until now, I've watched two episodes of The Office, laughed abnormally loud and probably left the neighbors, who can hear me through the walls, a little confused and humored, and now am watching America's Got Talent while grimacing at the TV, mainly at the judges and Regis, thinking that not only is this not talent at all, but what the hell is this in the first place at all?  They sent all these crazy acts, including the crazy tall, crazy gay guy with angel wings that cried his way into the next round, and the horn guy, but we all know who you're going to pick...the freakin singers.  It's just American Idol all over again, only they threw in some strange acts to humor the audience.  Lame I say!  Plus, you can't expect Brandi to tell me, of all people, what's talent.  I know talent when I see it, and a guy playing horns taped all over his body to play a tune is more talent than you Miss Brandi.  Boo yah!

I can't say the same for David Hasselhoff.  I personally have a shrine to the guy.  He's that talented in my mind.  But, that may just be the German part of me talking.  Or maybe just the Sparks.  (pause to watch the group of singers that were chosen tonight)

Alright, I just watched the group Regis told the judges picked tonight.  A beatboxing version of 98 degrees (where the hell is the degrees sign on this keyboard?).  I can't knock that.  Speaking of incredible singers...I wrote a song tonight.  Whoo woo!  Wow, tampon commercial on the tv, didn't want to see that.  Anyway, I spend my freetime one of two ways.  Either a) looking up new music, or 2) playing my acoustic guitar trying to write songs.  Well, the second one is unusually difficult for me.  I can write the music with my eyes closed.  That just comes naturally to me.  But my problem is I have 25 guitar riffs begging to be completed into songs, and my dumb brain can't think of any lyrics meaningful enough to finish the song.  Honestly, I think that's my problem.  I want to put too much meaning in my lyrics.  Most people don't give a shiz about the deep meaning of lyrics.  Only a select few even get respected for their lyrics anyway.  The rest just write crap like "you make me come...you make me complete...you make me completely miserable"  Damnit!  Why couldn't I have written those lyrics.  Simutaneously sexual, heartfelt, and downright depressing.  Oh Lit, you'll always be in my top 3...hundred...bands...I only bought one cd from when I was a kid when I didn't know better and loved the radio and thought I knew what was good music.  Lit...you are not good music.  The end for that subject.  An 8 year old just got selected top two tonight! Whoo!  (pause to watch the performance)

Unlike the 98 degrees beatbox group (seriously where the hell is the degrees sign on the keyboard?), this 8 year old can play piano.  But I can't help but feel there's a ton of little asians at home saying, what the hell, this girl isn't that good at all.  Her performance was only 30 seconds by the way.  We've practiced our whole lives and can kick this girl's arse piano style.  Oh wait, I stopped typing and realized she's in fact not asian.  I don't know what she is.  Wow, I've instantly become the most offensive, stereotyping bastard ever!  I hate myself.

For my last paragraph I'll talk about the commercial I just saw.  It was for Clerks II.  Does the name Joel Sieger sound familiar?  I'm asking in all seriousness, b/c I read a story today that Good Morning America's movie critic walked out in the middle of the movie.  I think that's his name.  But, and I'm laughing as I type this, the review stated how he stood up and said, "first fucking movie I've walked out of in 30 years!"   Glorious, I say!  I loved the first Clerks, and you know this one will follow in the same suit as Jay and Silent Bob Strikes Back in vulgarity.  But you know what, we in the college aged community are vile, T&A loving, vulgar language speaking people, and as much as some people do not like Kevin Smith, I sure am not one of them.  The guy can tell some of THE best stories ever (like the one about his Superman Lives script that got turned into Wild Wild West, from An Evening With Kevin Smith), even though I half read that script and it surprisingly sucked...a lot.  But, as for Clerks II, I'll drop the dough for it in a second.  I'm probably the poorest person, that's not begging on the streets, living in Seattle right now, so that statement should say a lot.  Then of course, as I did last time I went, I'll sneak into A Scanner Darkly and possibly Me, You, and Dupree (or whatever movie is playing when I get out), b/c that's just more efficient.  You should see this AMC we've got in Seattle.  They've got the majority of their theatres on the top floor, and only one snack bar thing for the 6 theatres up there, so you can just leave one and walk into another.  I did that last time and watched Pirates 2: Dead Man's Chest, then An Inconvenient Truth.  Almost Superman third, but there was a line, and Me, You, and Dupree seemed too much for the afternoon as I was pretty tired by that point.  I don't condone this by the way, it's just what I resort to since they designed the place so conveniently for it.  I have no idea where I was going with this.  The asian beat boxers beat out the non-asian piano playing girl by the way.  Alright, I promised myself I'd type non-stop until I had to leave for the show (not really) and the time has arrived that I have to walk a few blocks to Chop Suey to see this show.  But before I leave, and I mean this JUST came up on tv, I have to talk about the contradictory info I've just recieved about "Monster in the Water", or is it "Girl in the Water", M. Night Shamalan's new movie.  "A masterful tale!  M. Night is a master storyteller!"  That's what the commercial just said.  I couldn't help but see the critics that said that in the preview.  One from Atlanta Free Press (what is that?) and the other from Ain't It Cool News! (I added the ! for effect, maybe it really has it, maybe not).  That "we all won the lottery!" show is on now.  Windfall?  Yeah, that's it.  It sucks.  Only in the I'm jealous of them even though it's not real way.  What was I talking about (looks up the paragraph a bit)  Oh yeah, go to metacritic.com and see an actual compilation of reviews.  M. Night, damn it, seriously, what the hell man.  You have potential and you keep over-doing it.  Sixth Sense was stellar.  Signs you pushed it, but still scared the crap out of me with the first news report when the alien walked across the screen.  Then...the Village...blah...would've been better if there actually was a monster after her in the woods.  But no, just a family hiding civilization from their kids.  Not cool M. Night, not cool.  "I know you don't trust me, but can't you trust this" the redhead guys says to the incredibly hot girl in Windfall.  All tangeants (sp?) aside, I have to go.  This, THIS, as in all of the above, is healthy for me I think.  I needed this.  I'd imagine copying and pasting what I've written into word would result in like 7 pages or something.  The funny thing is, I could go on for another 10 pages.  Writing just comes so easily for me that I can't stop sometimes.  I'm sure some of you have noticed this in my comments back to your comments that are like 3 times as long as your originals.

Stop!  (breaths)  The show awaits.  It will not be the best I've seen.  I will not film it with my digi as I usually do.  Slightly pointless, maybe not.  Ok, I'll bring the camera just in case.  DON'T count on video.  I like the all caps words like that.  Spices things up.  Oh man, I crack myself up.  I hope the four of you that actually caught this Sparks induced rant found it riviting.  I sure as hell did as I wrote it.  It was a meld of my rant with my tv viewing all in one.  You can't ask for much more than that.  I'm uploading that song I just wrote by the way.  By that I mean I just remembered I haven't yet filmed it with my digi, thus lying to you before I even realized it was a lie, and asap I'll get it uploaded b/c I really like it.  I've talked to KEXP here in Seattle, they've already agreed not to play it.  So don't expect to hear it on any radio station in Seattle.  Isn't that exciting.  Kevin, you HAVE to go!  Ok, ok.  Off I go.  Adios mis amigos.  Hasta la proxima vez, te hablaré pronto.  Muy pronto!