Just One Thing

Here's another song
Boy, shit has been complicated over here!

Sorry it's so buzzy; I don't have a real microphone




It's never been so easy / When it should be so hard
I feel right at home with you / though I know we've gone too far
Call it strength or weakness / but I don't feel, in my heart
That there is any reason / That we should stay apart

Chorus
This feels right to me / and this feels right to you
And judging by the circumstance / there's just one thing we can do

She says she's not your girlfriend / about that she's adamant
but when you two are together / it looks like she don't mean it
If you two were an item / then I wouldn't write this song
But seeing how we all agree / I think it's time that we moved on

You know I could be happy with you
When I look into your eyes, I see you would be too.

I've never been so happy / as I am in your embrace
I'm giddy as a school girl / when I see your smiling face
I don't know if it's love, man / but I don't care either way
these feelings I have for you / are more than some cliché

Now that I've tasted you, / your flavor haunts my tongue
And I know I can't walk away / now that this has begun

I've spent a lot of my life / putting other people first
the book of disappointment / is one in which I'm well versed
but this time I'm not willing / to sacrifice myself
why take this joy from both of us / just to put it on a shelf

This feels right to me, / and this feels right to you
And judging by the circumstance / there's just one thing we can do

So let's do what we want to / I don't see why not
Having thought it through quite well / well, I don't see why not
So, let her down easy / so we can do what's right
then you can come on over / and sleep in my arms tonight

That Past Won't Repeat Itself This Time

Though I have a microphone, I have no jack for it on my computer, so this one was done with the small dot on the side of my laptop. Así es la vida.
Also, I just learned to play the guitar about two months ago, and I wrote the chorus a little too difficult for myself. But, here's a first draft.

I tried to increase the master volume. Not sure if it worked.






Here are the lyrics, per your request


I can't be what she was to you
But I'm so glad I'm not her to you now.
I can't do what she did for you
but now thoughts of her just make you furrow your brow.

Time and time again
You say you will let her back in
Wouldn't it be sublime?
But that past won't repeat itself this time

I can't stand to see you this way
not when I know that you deserve so much more
I can't watch you waste away
Fold up your life, and shut it away in a drawer

I may not be worth living for
but at least you are, and that's good enough for me
On the phone, she says you're such a bore
Well, forget that girl and let yourself go free

Time and time again
You say you will let her back in
Wouldn't it be sublime?
But that past won't repeat itself this time

Growing up, such pain you endure
and losing lovers, is hardest to bare
It'll never be like it was with her
but better times are gonna come I swear

Time and time again
You say you will let her back in
Wouldn't it be sublime?
But that past won't repeat itself this time

I'd walk through fire for you
For you babe, there's nothing I would fear
That girl, she ant good enough for you
but there's a girl who loves you now right here

Time and time again
You would love to let her back in
But she's not comin' home
But that don't mean that you're all alone

But she's not comin' home
But that don't mean that you're all alone




Embedding this took a while to figure out, but I just used a google gadget. Here's the file, just in case.

http://dr.ace.m.googlepages.com/Thatpastwontrepeatitself1.mp3


Thanks for the positive feedback everyone

Memorial Blues

Sketching in Environmental ethics lead to some typography.

And yes, that is how you spell pARTy.

Three day weekends are never very exciting in Santa Cruz, because everyone takes advantage of the time to get out of town. With no one around, I holed up in my apartment for Saturday, playing and listening to music, and a bit of coloring. I can't draw, and I'm no artist, but here it is.
I don't think it's done, but when are they ever?

LOVE

This is the fireplace in my friend Levon's apartment.
The rosary hangs from the book of Islam.
The spelling was organic and happened by accident.
It used to be a white wall, but through an encounter with "Chuck, the Wallpaper Wizard," he was able to brick his fireplace.

Carlmont High

I found this backpack magnetic poetry set in my closet when I was packing up to move down to Santa Cruz. I don't know when I wrote the poem, but here it is, in all of it's teen angst.