I stood back and rolled up my sleeves while she howled at the moon from on top of a smooth rock. Her voice cracked a little more each time. She yelped, like a little kid singing and grinned at the sky. What a pair we were, fine ambassadors to this mountain town, carrying on drunk and stupid and in love. The wind still gave hints of winter, though the ambient air smelled thick of grass clippings. I tucked the bottle of beer in my back pocket and covered it up with the back of my shirt. We were druids dancing around stones. We were satyrs playing pipes on so many midsummer nights. We were acting out the animals in rituals to spring. I remember the sound of music entering and retreating as the doors opened and shut at the bar down the road. "You ready to go home?" she asked. "Not quite yet. You want to get another drink?" "I think I can eat." and we shuffled off to a restaurant. As we crawled into bed with souvenir shirts for pajamas, the air conditioner hummed and belched. I would smell the shampoo on her wet air as I drifted off to sleep.

I'm in a contest for the Durango Songwriter's Expo.

Please vote for me and my band Click Clique Boom. It's the first 4 songs on the page. If you can, leave a nice comment. Thanks!

http://www.wizehive.com/voting/wwahm20112/457

https://sites.google.com/site/chaosreactor/category5/PaxAmericana.mp3?attredirects=0&d=1


I believe in amber waves of grain alcohol
the blood of America
Oh say can you see she’s the one
She’s the belle of the ball
in low cut taffeta

We talk big
We move slow
recycle our flags of rebellion
get rich quick
and cut low
selling off a piece of America
there’s no peace in America

Threadbare is the fabric we weave
white stars, blue chips
red patent leather
I declare, I secede from the cause
that so proudly we hailed
birds of a feather

They unchained liberty, yeah she’s free for the night
be home by curfew
We’ll be brave, we’ll be brazen, till dawn’s early light
makes us silent as statues

Out of sync with our fathers before
the ones we replaced, the ones who abandoned us
Laying waste to a legacy we haven’t claimed
the crux of America

Out of sync with our fathers before
the ones we replaced, the ones who abandoned us
Laying waste to a legacy we haven’t claimed
the crux of America

Wrote a new song about recent events

https://sites.google.com/site/chaosreactor/spin-control/SpinControl.mp3?attredirects=0&d=1

SPIN CONTROL

You know I’m practically certain
That I’ll be pegged as the villain
Everyone will suspect I’ve got it in for you

Sure enough I’m the ballast
The rock that did you in
Sent to wreck the stained glass house
You’ve fled into

I shouldn’t really be so sad
I shouldn’t let it get under my skin
I’m telling you the world is mad
I’m not the one talking to myself
And asking it to end
And no matter how hard try
I can’t control the spin

It’s so utterly perfect
The space you boxed me in
There’s no shortage of enemies to crucify
The straw man in the gallows
Holds a voodoo doll
Every pin stuck in is a resolute goodbye

It shouldn’t really hurt so bad
But it’s the sort of wound that rips the skin
I’m saying it’s the world that’s mad
And not the one who’s talking to himself
Asking it to end



And no matter how hard I try
I can’t control the spin
You say I'm twisting your words

That I'm telling it wrong
I'm only making this up
It was a lie all along
I'm setting you up
And those vicious rumors are never going to stop

I can't control the spin
I can't control the spin

It shouldn’t really hurt so bad
Even when the healing stops and the scars begin
In a world gone mad
I’m the only one who’s out there begging it to end
But it will never end
But no matter how hard I try
I can’t control the spin

Pardon me, for I am starved of empathy
a pitiful frame that clacks along on ligament and bone
with sullen eyes sunk into orbits
and skin stretched taut like a drum
the dragged heel from which push
rubbed raw from efforts made
to find humanity in carrion
grind a grain of truth with worn, abraded teeth
grow used to the stink and dust
Pardon me, for I have long to live

http://www.owenzan.com/files/funbags/bydesign5mix.mp3

V1
Fine, I can understand
Under these conditions
the sequence of events
are aligned
painted in unflattering light
and open to interpret
by design

PC
Don't patronize me
and don't sugar-coat it
Don't say I never meant for this to happen
But if you haven't noticed
I'm the one who's stoic
You're the one who's trembling at the thought that

CH
Behind your intent
There's room to define
It's callous
It's cowardice
And behind
every kiss we shared it's implied
inside you were holding out
for some other guy

V2
So, simply put
I certainly hope
He's worth it
And I harbor no contempt
I should go
Words can only deepen
the vast divide
That suddenly exists

And behind every scattered inch of my mind
I'm say I'm over it
And behind every tattered semblence of my
design
I'm over it

Behind your intent
There's room to define
It's callous
It's cowardice
And despite
every kiss we shared it's implied
inside I'm over it

It's my birthday. I'm going to get wicked drunk now.

Heavy Like a Bomb


I was so
Happy it could not escape from my throat
Utter it and it would shatter and though
The shards would turn to liquid
They'd swallow me whole
warmer than a blanket

I am stunned
shiver from the subtext
and scratch at my thumb
Shallow breaths a struggle fill up my lungs
Measured in a megaton

Though the head and the heart do deceive
My cup runneth over
it touches my lips
And before I can drink in it deep
The moment is over
It's not mine to seize

You can't hold the dawn
In a blink, it's gone

I was so
taken by the notion though scared you might know
Walking on a razor, a heel over toe
Constant contradictions a definite blow
Would turn me into wreckage

With your hands
crossed above my collar I swear I could dance
It could be so simple, don't misunderstand
Cheek against your temple I push back a strand
Clinging to a whisper

You were so
grateful that I held you
You wouldn't let go
Caught in the confusion
with heaven in tow
We can never turn it back
to a second ago
and dwell in the perfection

http://www.owenzan.com/files/funbags/heavylikeabombmaster.mp3

Cobbled out of all the mismatched pieces
Plastic soldiers in the lost and found
Turned sideways in a fit of treason
Split open at the speed of sound

All hands brace for impact
No flinching, full contact
They'll say that they broke us
We're still breathing now focus...

By ourselves we tend to buckle under pressure
At least together we anticipate the fall
Locked our arms and lashed our bodies to the masthead
We've begged for less but we were not prepared to crawl

In our haste we abandoned reason
Our better angels never had a chance
They tend to filter out what's good and decent
And stand above us with an arrogant stance

All hands brace for impact
No flinching, full contact
They'll say that they broke us
We're still breathing now focus...

on the fact that we are both in this together
My love you know that I did not intend to stay
A second more than I was absolutely needed
A shameful truth, you see I've come a long way

http://www.owenzan.com/files/funbags/02%20DIRT%202.mp3

DIRT
______________________

Without a care
In your cap and gown
You lift a solo cup for the last hurrah
And there's a sense that the world is ours
Offer up a toast to the passing hours

And at my worst
I was hopeless and ugly
A figure in the dirt
fumbling for someone
And at first
I thought you were pretty
A goddess in the suburbs
Beholden to no one

You went to State
And I stayed in town
Bagging people's groceries
Till the cash came round
Holidays
That's when you came back home
You'd tell told me bout your classes
And the boys you know

Compared
To your princes I'm worthless
I whither in your presence
I'm gathering dust
And you fear
You were taken for granted
Concerned about your image
and who can you trust

It's been 10 years
I've seen you off and on
Got a marriage on the rocks
With a 4 year old son
Are we catching up
Or are you just latching on
Thinking about what ifs
Like we've always done

At our worst
We were hopeless and ugly
Figures in the dirt
Fumbling for someone
At first
You were young and so pretty
The daggers did their damage
Till you were too scared to be loved.

You wanna feel worth something darling
You wanna feel the earth over your skin
You wanna feel worth something darling
You wanna feel something...

And at first
I thought you were pretty
A goddess in the suburbs
Beholden to no one
At at our worst
We were hopeless and ugly
Figures in the dirt
Fumbling for someone to touch...