Where do we go from here
you seem so far, but you're still so near
I thought I had you once before
but then you turned and walked out my door
And you meant something to me tonight
you meant something to me tonight
we meant something to me tonight
'cause you meant something to me tonight
Something about being in your arms
I thought I lost you
thought I lost you
I wanna be somebody else now
'Cause you meant something to me tonight
you meant something to me tonight
we meant something to me tonight
'cause you meant something to me tonight
Give me something real enough
give me somewhere to fall from
can't seem to catch my breath
lost myself trying to find you
And you meant something to me tonight
you meant something to me tonight
we meant something to me tonight
'cause you meant something to me tonight
Time for exams.
Here. We. Go.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Monday, November 09, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Headed for a cliff.
It's one of those nights. You don't want to sleep 'cause then you know the week will begin, when in fact, it began 3 days ago. Well, let's get going.
Turn It Off - Paramore
I had a fun weekend. Sometimes I froze myself to the bone, but I still had a good time. It's always a weird feeling when you've had certain traditions your whole life, for example thanksgiving, and then you're pulled headlong into something completely different and new. It can be a great time.
I celebrated 2 years today (well technically yesterday now). It's definitely been 2 of the best years of my life, and I honestly can't wait for it to continue. I still find it crazy how fast it went by and how many things have happened. Many memories, many bruises (don't take that the wrong way), but I'm still in love. Amazing.
Something I wrote during the summer, just to fill up this "post".
I could use a vacation myself
stuck in the line for days
I'm a deer in the headlights
drowning in the light of the world
No, I won't be missing you
missing you, missing you
I want to, but I won't be
missing you, missing you, missing you
I'm running from everything you said I'd become
the gray in your hair still shows me what I could be
But my eyes are so tired
and I think I could use a vacation myself
No, I won't be missing you
missing you, missing you
I want to, but I won't be
missing you, missing you, missing you
I miss writing. I was thinking about that today. I hate how I'm so focused on school work and sports and my free time is all tied up in homework or practices. I wish I could have more free time to write short stories or songs or just write anything that's on my mind. It's frustrating at times.
So I guess that's what brought me back her tonight. Writing this shit of a post is my drug; my secret fix in the daily schemes of things. I can get my high right in the middle of the public eye, and nobody has to know but myself.
Well, myself and the little hedonistic devil that lives inside of me. I love that guy!
Cheers.
P.s. Here are some tunes.
Brand New Eyes (the entire album) - Paramore
Who Says - John Mayer
Belle of the Boulevard - Dashboard Confessional
Dakota - A Rocket to the Moon
Radio - He Is We
Give It All - He Is We
Wildfire - Mark Beasley
Loraine - Mark Beasley
Turn It Off - Paramore
I had a fun weekend. Sometimes I froze myself to the bone, but I still had a good time. It's always a weird feeling when you've had certain traditions your whole life, for example thanksgiving, and then you're pulled headlong into something completely different and new. It can be a great time.
I celebrated 2 years today (well technically yesterday now). It's definitely been 2 of the best years of my life, and I honestly can't wait for it to continue. I still find it crazy how fast it went by and how many things have happened. Many memories, many bruises (don't take that the wrong way), but I'm still in love. Amazing.
Something I wrote during the summer, just to fill up this "post".
I could use a vacation myself
stuck in the line for days
I'm a deer in the headlights
drowning in the light of the world
No, I won't be missing you
missing you, missing you
I want to, but I won't be
missing you, missing you, missing you
I'm running from everything you said I'd become
the gray in your hair still shows me what I could be
But my eyes are so tired
and I think I could use a vacation myself
No, I won't be missing you
missing you, missing you
I want to, but I won't be
missing you, missing you, missing you
I miss writing. I was thinking about that today. I hate how I'm so focused on school work and sports and my free time is all tied up in homework or practices. I wish I could have more free time to write short stories or songs or just write anything that's on my mind. It's frustrating at times.
So I guess that's what brought me back her tonight. Writing this shit of a post is my drug; my secret fix in the daily schemes of things. I can get my high right in the middle of the public eye, and nobody has to know but myself.
Well, myself and the little hedonistic devil that lives inside of me. I love that guy!
Cheers.
P.s. Here are some tunes.
Brand New Eyes (the entire album) - Paramore
Who Says - John Mayer
Belle of the Boulevard - Dashboard Confessional
Dakota - A Rocket to the Moon
Radio - He Is We
Give It All - He Is We
Wildfire - Mark Beasley
Loraine - Mark Beasley
Monday, October 05, 2009
Simple ignorance.
I like the simplicity of it all.
"Ignorance is your new best friend".
More to come soon.
"Ignorance is your new best friend".
More to come soon.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Bored with ideas.
Here's something I wrote a while back sitting in bed at night:
3:18AM. That is what the clock read as I sat up in my bed. I lived in downtown New York at the time. A man with strong values, a good job, and a decent wage – without a girl. Call me old fashioned, but I don’t believe in marriage. Ever since my parents got divorced when I was 7, I made a promise to myself that I would never get married just to avoid the shit they went through. I lasted ‘til I was 21. It was the middle of June, and I was in Vegas for a friend’s wedding (cliché, I know). I was drunk and met this chick, we hit it off, and the next day we found ourselves in one of those cheap-ass wedding chapels where the man marrying you is 45+ years old and is dressed in nostalgic Elvis clothes. In short, we lasted for about a month when I found out she’d been cheating on me for about 3 weeks. Talk about women with short attention spans.
I got up from my half-sitting-half-standing position and turned on my night table light. Something remarkable struck me about this apartment – no matter how many lights you had turned on through the whole apartment, shadows still crept in the corners. I wish life had subtitles, ‘cause then when you’re talking to your immigrated Russian landlord, you could actually tell what she was saying. I walked into the kitchen and turned on the tap, waited for the water to cool, and took a sip. Something about ice cold water running down your throat in the middle of the night makes every single nerve in your body stand on edge. It’s like that feeling you get when you know you’re being watched and you don’t want to turn around because you know there’s a guy in a mask holding a knife ready to gut you. I think I’ve been watching too many horror movies. That would explain the irregular sleeping habits.
3:18AM. That is what the clock read as I sat up in my bed. I lived in downtown New York at the time. A man with strong values, a good job, and a decent wage – without a girl. Call me old fashioned, but I don’t believe in marriage. Ever since my parents got divorced when I was 7, I made a promise to myself that I would never get married just to avoid the shit they went through. I lasted ‘til I was 21. It was the middle of June, and I was in Vegas for a friend’s wedding (cliché, I know). I was drunk and met this chick, we hit it off, and the next day we found ourselves in one of those cheap-ass wedding chapels where the man marrying you is 45+ years old and is dressed in nostalgic Elvis clothes. In short, we lasted for about a month when I found out she’d been cheating on me for about 3 weeks. Talk about women with short attention spans.
I got up from my half-sitting-half-standing position and turned on my night table light. Something remarkable struck me about this apartment – no matter how many lights you had turned on through the whole apartment, shadows still crept in the corners. I wish life had subtitles, ‘cause then when you’re talking to your immigrated Russian landlord, you could actually tell what she was saying. I walked into the kitchen and turned on the tap, waited for the water to cool, and took a sip. Something about ice cold water running down your throat in the middle of the night makes every single nerve in your body stand on edge. It’s like that feeling you get when you know you’re being watched and you don’t want to turn around because you know there’s a guy in a mask holding a knife ready to gut you. I think I’ve been watching too many horror movies. That would explain the irregular sleeping habits.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
This time we're taking flight
Rachel wins.
So here's the story:
About a month ago, Tara was given her final project for art. It was to pick a musical artist and create for that person a cd cover, back cover, business card, webpage, and poster. She chose me. So after a few designs and deliberations, she came up with the design below. The rest was to be provided by me: cd title, song names, information, etc. End result: a kick-ass cd and webpage design.
So here's the deal:
I've been busy recording as well as busy with school, and have also released some of the demos of the songs that will be featured on the record. The plan is to finish recording all the songs in a decent enough quality so that I can release/sell them as a) a digital release on a website yet to be determined or b) if I'm feeling even more adventurous, attempt to sell hard copies of the cd. So we'll see how things play out. Maybe I'll get lucky. Hopefully I'll be able to release it sometimes near the end of the summer.
We'll how that goes.
With regards to the website, Tara has spoken with Tim and he said he is willing to help me get the actual website up and running sometime this summer. So again, we'll see how that works out.
So there you have it. Below are some pictures of the designs. The first one, left to right, clockwise: Poster, Website, Front and Back Album Covers, Business Card.
Enjoy and awesome work Tara,
Brent
So here's the story:
About a month ago, Tara was given her final project for art. It was to pick a musical artist and create for that person a cd cover, back cover, business card, webpage, and poster. She chose me. So after a few designs and deliberations, she came up with the design below. The rest was to be provided by me: cd title, song names, information, etc. End result: a kick-ass cd and webpage design.
So here's the deal:
I've been busy recording as well as busy with school, and have also released some of the demos of the songs that will be featured on the record. The plan is to finish recording all the songs in a decent enough quality so that I can release/sell them as a) a digital release on a website yet to be determined or b) if I'm feeling even more adventurous, attempt to sell hard copies of the cd. So we'll see how things play out. Maybe I'll get lucky. Hopefully I'll be able to release it sometimes near the end of the summer.
We'll how that goes.
With regards to the website, Tara has spoken with Tim and he said he is willing to help me get the actual website up and running sometime this summer. So again, we'll see how that works out.
So there you have it. Below are some pictures of the designs. The first one, left to right, clockwise: Poster, Website, Front and Back Album Covers, Business Card.
Enjoy and awesome work Tara,
Brent
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