I got so many problems
And they weigh on my mind
I don't solve 'em, no, I just cause them
And they weigh on my mind
Tell me, where do you go when your money's all gone?
When your friends are all gone?
When your love is all gone?
No right turns, always seem to be wrong
All goes bad, it's so hard to be strong
It's an uphill battle I don't think I can win
I try to do right but I'm surrounded by sin
Say, he's a better man, don't compare me to him
I've climbed the highest tree, now I'm stuck on a limb
I look for guiding light, but the bulbs they all burned out
Got up to the door and the lights they all turned out
Said they couldn't teach me so I guess I'm all learned out
Saw my soul die, didn't fly, it just squirmed out
In the blink of an eye I turned my home to a house
I know what to say but no words will come out
My time's almost up, I don't have any doubts
I said my time is almost up and I don't have any doubts
I'm gonna hold on as long as I can here
And my American dream, I have some doubts there
I'm gonna hold on as long as I can here
And my American dream, I have some doubts there
And I don't wanna fight here
Yes, bitches, the weekend is here. And i be gottin' some work done... wait... i be havin'... i got shit done.
Two weeks ago--maybe three--i captured some video, planning on slapping it together with "Staring at the Queen" by Team Sleep.
But it wasnt working. At all. It was starting to take shape and look decent, but i wasnt really feeling it.
Most likely cos i dont have the Liscensing Rights to the song, so... like... i couldnt pass it around and stuff.
So i go digging thru my Local folder, i grab a band, first song in the folder--and the shit fits! I only need 30secs of video to finish it off--Thats how much work i did.......the song's only 2 mins long--BUT STILL!
The Song: Basement Show.
The Band: Nil8.
Bitches.
I'll Finish it, Hand It Off to the band, boom. If they like it, i offer to do more--maybe actually with BAND FOOTAGE--there's nothing a rocker-dude likes than seeing himself onna big arse screen.
This might actually work.
I'd have it done right now, but S and M decided to see War Of The Worlds and i was dragged along.
WOW was good, it wasnt total action/CGI shite--the majority of the film is character developement and stuff--good stuff. 'Course S and M didnt much like it, but they're a buncha no good... weasels...
And tomorrow, yes--I will buy pink socks. And incense.
Yes.
I was stuck behind some jagoff with two bumperstickers--one reading "Real Men Love Jesus," and the other, "I Pray, Get Used To It."
How confrontational is that? i mean, for the message it's presenting.
Anyway, so i follow the fella out onto Western, then to MLK. On MLK a car was pulled over--it's a two lane street, 40mph Speed Limit.
Jesus-Boy passes him, i pull over.
As i'm pulling over i realize that i know SHIT about cars, i can barely change a tire, i have no fucking cell phone--but by this time i'm already pulled over and the guy's knocking at my window.
He sez, "10$ for a jump."
Nah, it's cool.
"15 for a jump, please."
Dont worrie about it.
"20 for--"
I'll do it for free.
And so i did. Except the car wouldnt start. So i give the guy a lift to a his friends' house--who has a tow truck--whilst his two passengers--a dude and a chick--stay with the car, fending the cops off, who desperately wanna impound it.
He keeps telling me that he wants to give me money, food, beer, SOMETHING for helping him.
I say Dont Worry About It. i say, "I live down this way anyway--just got offa work."
We pull in, Dude (Rick) goes in, tells the guy, the guy sez, Sure.
Rick asks if he could get a ride to Griswald Liquors. I say sure.
He starts in about how he wants to pay me back. I tell him not to worry about it. That it was my Pleasure.
That, if it were me, i'd want someone to do the same.
That it's nice to be nice.
But he insists.
So i say, "Ok, just a 20oz Mountain Dew."
And 2 mins later, he comes out with a 20oz Mountain Dew.
And i drive him home. And he keeps saying "God bless you, god bless you, god bless you."
and i'm thinking, all i did was give this guy a ride. So i wish him a good evening, i say that i hope everything gets worked out.
before he goes in, he says, "You're real, man. You're real."
and i say, "Thanks for the Dew."
"You enjoy it!"
It's not for me, i say.
he says, "Then for your wife--give her my thanks."
I nod and smile and drive off. At Samuels', i toss him the Dew and i say it's from Rick.
And that he sends his thanks.
Boop.
And they weigh on my mind
I don't solve 'em, no, I just cause them
And they weigh on my mind
Tell me, where do you go when your money's all gone?
When your friends are all gone?
When your love is all gone?
No right turns, always seem to be wrong
All goes bad, it's so hard to be strong
It's an uphill battle I don't think I can win
I try to do right but I'm surrounded by sin
Say, he's a better man, don't compare me to him
I've climbed the highest tree, now I'm stuck on a limb
I look for guiding light, but the bulbs they all burned out
Got up to the door and the lights they all turned out
Said they couldn't teach me so I guess I'm all learned out
Saw my soul die, didn't fly, it just squirmed out
In the blink of an eye I turned my home to a house
I know what to say but no words will come out
My time's almost up, I don't have any doubts
I said my time is almost up and I don't have any doubts
I'm gonna hold on as long as I can here
And my American dream, I have some doubts there
I'm gonna hold on as long as I can here
And my American dream, I have some doubts there
And I don't wanna fight here
Yes, bitches, the weekend is here. And i be gottin' some work done... wait... i be havin'... i got shit done.
Two weeks ago--maybe three--i captured some video, planning on slapping it together with "Staring at the Queen" by Team Sleep.
But it wasnt working. At all. It was starting to take shape and look decent, but i wasnt really feeling it.
Most likely cos i dont have the Liscensing Rights to the song, so... like... i couldnt pass it around and stuff.
So i go digging thru my Local folder, i grab a band, first song in the folder--and the shit fits! I only need 30secs of video to finish it off--Thats how much work i did.......the song's only 2 mins long--BUT STILL!
The Song: Basement Show.
The Band: Nil8.
Bitches.
I'll Finish it, Hand It Off to the band, boom. If they like it, i offer to do more--maybe actually with BAND FOOTAGE--there's nothing a rocker-dude likes than seeing himself onna big arse screen.
This might actually work.
I'd have it done right now, but S and M decided to see War Of The Worlds and i was dragged along.
WOW was good, it wasnt total action/CGI shite--the majority of the film is character developement and stuff--good stuff. 'Course S and M didnt much like it, but they're a buncha no good... weasels...
And tomorrow, yes--I will buy pink socks. And incense.
Yes.
I was stuck behind some jagoff with two bumperstickers--one reading "Real Men Love Jesus," and the other, "I Pray, Get Used To It."
How confrontational is that? i mean, for the message it's presenting.
Anyway, so i follow the fella out onto Western, then to MLK. On MLK a car was pulled over--it's a two lane street, 40mph Speed Limit.
Jesus-Boy passes him, i pull over.
As i'm pulling over i realize that i know SHIT about cars, i can barely change a tire, i have no fucking cell phone--but by this time i'm already pulled over and the guy's knocking at my window.
He sez, "10$ for a jump."
Nah, it's cool.
"15 for a jump, please."
Dont worrie about it.
"20 for--"
I'll do it for free.
And so i did. Except the car wouldnt start. So i give the guy a lift to a his friends' house--who has a tow truck--whilst his two passengers--a dude and a chick--stay with the car, fending the cops off, who desperately wanna impound it.
He keeps telling me that he wants to give me money, food, beer, SOMETHING for helping him.
I say Dont Worry About It. i say, "I live down this way anyway--just got offa work."
We pull in, Dude (Rick) goes in, tells the guy, the guy sez, Sure.
Rick asks if he could get a ride to Griswald Liquors. I say sure.
He starts in about how he wants to pay me back. I tell him not to worry about it. That it was my Pleasure.
That, if it were me, i'd want someone to do the same.
That it's nice to be nice.
But he insists.
So i say, "Ok, just a 20oz Mountain Dew."
And 2 mins later, he comes out with a 20oz Mountain Dew.
And i drive him home. And he keeps saying "God bless you, god bless you, god bless you."
and i'm thinking, all i did was give this guy a ride. So i wish him a good evening, i say that i hope everything gets worked out.
before he goes in, he says, "You're real, man. You're real."
and i say, "Thanks for the Dew."
"You enjoy it!"
It's not for me, i say.
he says, "Then for your wife--give her my thanks."
I nod and smile and drive off. At Samuels', i toss him the Dew and i say it's from Rick.
And that he sends his thanks.
Boop.
well that explains his defensive and protective attitude towards you and his unwarrented jealousy towards me. lol
have fun with the nil8 thingy, if you just e-mail jeff, hes pretty helpfull with any stuff for the band.
ill be in sunday after darkish.