24January2007
Posted by nate under: fact.
today was productive. did you have a productive day?
divet croup
it cred puvo
cried
tried coup v
cup ov tried.
pour me a cup ov tried please
tide rupoc v
prove it cud,
that’s right cud, prove it!
am i even using the right letters - did i get the letters right/letters write. Or punctuation? fra gm ent
that’s wright brothers
fly letters air mail
write more wrongs
don’t vote, cheat on your taxes
bad writing
don’t cheat, vote on your taxes
bad righting
22January2007
Posted by nate under: song.
Yikes – almost didn’t make my self imposed Monday deadline for the song of the week. I would’ve had to written myself up or something I guess.
It’s been pretty busy for me so the recording is pretty basic – guitar and vocals recorded live, sans fancy overdubs. or overdubs.
The challenge of this song was to remember how it went – it’s a pre-millenial number – as are a lot of my anti-war songs – in the end I could only remember i had written it in open D, so I stuck with that and made up the rest (if i did it once, why not again?) the original scratched out title on the lyric sheet was ‘red white and bullet’ that seems like a toby keith or ted nugent title. but i guess i can be just as heavy handed as they are, lest any of us have forgotten. One last note- i added the last line as i recorded it. If I were a crasser person (in person that is) than I probably would’ve used a different four letter word. I’ll save that for a live performance after one too many grain belts.
Why do we fight
Dug the trench deep in the earth,
Deeper than the blood coursing through these veins
Held ground through a sleepless night
By the light of day no signs of freedom remain
And why do we fight I guess we do it cause€¦
Pulled back the trigger let the bullet
Said, €˜Now there€™s a God forsaken melody€™
Saw it reach to the other side
Saw it hit and saw a good man die
And why do I fight? I guess I do it cause€¦
And the red of the blood, the whites of the eyes
And the blue of an ocean of merciless violence
(and the blue of an ocean drowning us in silence)
I used to know why I fired at strangers,
But the more bullets fly, the less I know reason
I could be more if I were home with my family
That ringing of freedom is the tolling of treason
And why do we fight? I guess we do it €˜cause,
It€™s what we do best
But we best not do it, anymore
So stop the fighting, and screw this war.
20January2007
Posted by nate under: fact.
sometimes, sitting inside as the snow blows over the frozen lake, i no longer want to play with puppies and markers and things that make messes, i want to go upstairs and complete things with deadlines before the deadlines come, and sometimes i get grumpy, and i wish that wasn’t who i was but it is who i am, and so i dress warmly and try to avoid cd’s by damien jurado and opt for happier offerings of the weepies only to realize that the weepies are really just another damien jurado but the difference is that damien’s longing and emptiness is best filled with whiskey -even though say he’s just one big god shaped hole- and the weepies’ longing and emptiness is best filled with that feeling you have when you remember all your happiest high school days and the moments that play back like ethan hawk showing up at the end of reality bites and that’s when the busy and cold and grumpy self gives way to a fresh pot of coffee and the resolution that maybe today is the day you will shower and get out of your pajamas and although i’m still in my pajamas i do plan on changing them after supper and wearing a clean pair to bed.