Friday, November 28, 2008

Relationships Are Fun

From A Good Friend -->Brad <--

Song
Friday, November 28, 2008


"The Little Things" Explanation & Lyrics
Current mood: happy
Category: Music

As we all know, relationships can be pretty rough, and normally when they end that "rocky" feeling doesn't always subside right away. Sometimes you're left feeling hurt, angry etc. for quite some time. Sometimes it can be so bad that you feel as if you'll never love again.

There are also instances where you don't feel much of anything, and knowing that it ended phases you about as much as a scrape on the knee. It hurts at first, but heals as quickly as the days pass.

For me it's been a bit of both.

The song entitled "The Little Things" on my player was originally a song written for a woman who had parted ways with me for various reasons. The pain that I felt over the whole ordeal was immense. I had nothing but free time and a growing desire to "win" her love back, so I decided to vest all that time into creating something that would show her the level and integrity of my feelings, while also providing a bit of catharsis for my own, then crumbling soul.

The song was a success. To this day I'm not sure if it was the tune itself, or my unyielding commitment to forcing her to love me which brought her back, but needless to say it worked, even if just for a short while. Our relationship eventually ended (on terrible terms) and the song itself, at least for me has taken on a new meaning. It serves as only a memory of a time of severe desperation and unhappiness, not love.

It's become a personal reminder to not vest my time and heart into someone that's wrong for me. She may in essence be perfect for someone else, and hopefully she is, but certainly not for me.

Over the years I've written a ton of songs about women who crushed me, but this was the only one I'd ever finished, recorded and delivered. It was sort of a personal hill and getting to the top was both a fun and depressing process.

I hope that this explanation doesn't hinder anyone from deriving their own personal meaning from the song and further more I wish everyone the best of luck in finding the love they desire, including the songs recipient.



I simply hate the way this feels

I hate the way I strike the deal

I hate the way that this game always ends the same

I hate the feeling of pain

I hate the way I cant relax

I hate the way I miss your ass

But I miss the night that we spent kissing in the rain

I hate to have to explain

That every day you're not around

I still see your face in every place that we hung out

These little things remind me of our days

I hate the way I made you feel

I hate the knees on which I kneel

I hold the hope that maybe we can be again

I hate the trouble we're in

I miss the way I made you smile when I would stop and stay a while

I miss your head just resting gently on my chest

I hate to have to confess

I hate the way I didn't know

I hate the things I didn't show

I hate the way I can't believe

I hate the things that I conceive

I hate assumptions that I make

I hate the way we had to break

I hate the way I'm getting old

I hate the bottle that I hold

I hate the writing on the wall

I hate the message of it all

I hate the things that make me feel

I still miss

I still want

I still need

I still love you

Shamans With Poor Vision

White Man Found Buried in Chinese Tomb With Record 2,700-Year-Old Stash

The oldest documented marijuana stash in the world has been discovered in remote China in a tomb by researchers. 789 grams were found, and was preserved so well by the lack of moisture and presence of alkaline soil that it still looked green.

Alongside the dried cannabis was a blue-eyed, light-haired Caucasian man believed to be a shaman. A high level of THC content was found in tests, and some seeds were planted but didn't grow. It's the oldest find so far that allows thorough analysis.

"It was common practice in burials to provide materials needed for the afterlife. No hemp or seeds were provided for fabric or food. Rather, cannabis as medicine or for visionary purposes was supplied," said neurologist Dr. Ethan B. Russo.

Black Friday Has Struck Again

Walmart employee lose his life to Black Friday stampede

An unidentified 34-year-old employee was killed when customers flooded through the doors of the Black Friday opening of a Walmart in Long Island. The man was knocked over and trampled as shoppers literally walked over him to access the store faster.

While only one fatality was recorded, a pregnant women had to be hospitalized after being knocked to the floor and three other persons suffered minor injuries. Shoppers were still coming in as emergency workers were trying to save the man's life.

"He was bum-rushed by 200 people," said Jimmy Overby, 43, a co-worker. "They took the doors off the hinges. He was trampled and killed in front of me. They took me down too...I literally had to fight people off my back."

Monday, November 24, 2008

What Beautiful Times

That 16 Year Bush Regime Sure Was Alot Of Fun. I'm All For Obama, Just Hope That SOMETHING Productive Can Be Seen In The Coming Years. We Are In Terrible Shape And I Personally Love It. It Is A Fitting Outcome, We Have Been Far Too Racist, Lazy, & Uninformed Partially By Choice For Far Too Long. I'm Okay With It... Can't Wait For The Next Chapter. I Wish I Could Still Be Laughing More Often Like When Sandler Was On Top. Hell, I Enjoyed The Ferrel Days More Recently. Just Having An Escape Is Important, I Like Being Weak As Much As The Next Sheep.


"I believe that banking institutions are more dangerous to our liberties than standing armies. If the American people ever allow private banks to control the issue of their currency, first by inflation, then by deflation, the banks and corporations that will grow up around [the banks] will deprive the people of all property until their children wake-up homeless on the continent their fathers conquered. The issuing power should be taken from the banks and restored to the people, to whom it properly belongs." - Thomas Jefferson, Letter to the Secretary of the Treasury Albert Gallatin, 1802