I know I promised to stop chasing ghosts

But like always, they got the better of me

Run out the door, don’t forget your coat

I won’t let the cold get the best of me.

Take the walls down with no force at all

I’ll stop playing games if you’ll start standing tall

It won’t be any trouble at all

The higher we go, the further we fall

I know I said I would stop playing house

But I heard the calls of implicit simplicity

Run out the door, please forget your coat

It’s time for the cold to get the best of me

Cover of An Horse’s “Company”

“Rubber Ducky” - Reverie In Me

I was alone in the tub
With nothing but my rubber ducky and suds
My attention was full of love
But the water was cold, never warm enough

Built myself a bubble beard
A regular Abe Lincoln, albeit a little weird
But amidst all the foam, one thing’s still wrong
A missing partner for my bubble bath song

I called you up on my phone
Dialed in the number for your studio home
Invite you to come over and play
In my bubble castle every night and day

You are my little rubber ducky

This is a cover of the wonderful Emmy the Great song “24”. Beware, lyrics may induce tears.

Stray Away - A Tiny Story

Darkness at first. Darkness and shadows from what little light the glare of the outside sun provides. But upon stumbling deeper into this treasure trove, bold outlines begin to take shape. It’s almost as if the walls are illuminating themselves. Each step brings us to a brighter glow, and each step takes us away from what could be our only path to safety. It’s too bad that curiosity got the best of us and each step was controlled by some outside being that forced its way into our nosy minds. Crevices in the walls cast eerie shadows that played tricks on our eyes. If you looked close enough, you could see a picture in the defining darkness of each crack. What started out as large boulders seemingly broke themselves into smaller rocks, and finally into tiny pebbles, the way you see the shore of a beach begin to form itself.

Initially, we only smelled something out of the ordinary; rancid, pungent, and over-powering. A few steps later we saw it. Nearly ten feet ahead, curiosity had killed the cat. And not just a tiny domestic house bred cat, but a giant wild jungle cat. Throat slit open from ear to ear, two spots on its chest created a horrific grinning smile, drooling blood that was too thin to be an old kill. Something killed this cat, and something killed it recently.

As the small group of us jumped and gasped in disgust, a phantom twitch presented itself on the jaguar’s left ear. A couple of us saw it and shook it off, the cat couldn’t possibly still be alive with a mortal wound like that. So we walked around it and away. We had gone less than ten paces when the sound of shifting dirt reached our ears. One quick glance back confirmed the worst of our ill-equipped fears.

The jaguar was still dead. It was still dead, but it was bounding towards us at an impossible speed for something going through the first stages of riga-mortis. The dead cat was alive.

Because who doesn’t like zombie jaguars?

This is a song I wrote with a wonderful drummer I know. Thanks Joey.

Underbelly Beats

What comes easy now isn’t as
Easy as it used to be
Used to be just you and me
But now it seems we have some company
Unwanted feelings
Underfoot our city’s streets
Dancing in the underground
To their underbelly beats

Change your mind
Take your time to know
To know what lies in
Inside her eyes
Her eyes that know
Know your fate
At a quarter past eight tomorrow
Take your time to change your min
To know

Lonely bones would know
Every corner of the streets
We are goners now because
We’re in the belly of the beast

“Feel It In My Bones” cover (Tiesto featuring Tegan and Sara original)

This song is so phenomenal. So I covered it and prayed that I did it justice. Also, the video has details on how to obtain your FREE copy of my upcoming album.

Hoorah!

Thanks Tegan and Sara!

Catch-22

This song was one of the first songs I ever wrote; so I decided to rerecord it recently since the old version physically pained me :] I will put a downloadable version on Last.fm if anyone is interested.

Wailed your name into the night
But the only thing that returned my calls
Were the stars and the cars
The stars and the cars

Cursed your veins through your skin
Still not enough to wear you thin
You’re too strong within
Too strong within

I can’t break you
You won’t let me take you
I’m seldomly prepared for these catch 22’s
Life’s too short without you
Death’s too soon beside you
I cannot prepare for this catch 22 
I cannot prepare for these catch 22’s
I came unprepared for this catch 22

Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you—-

Happy birthday dear Buffy. It’s been 13 years (and another 5 until your Cruciatum!) since you first graced television screens with your petite, blonde, vivacious, and vampire-be-damned attitude. I don’t know if it was the way you handled a stake, or your quirky 90’s heart-shaped sunglasses, but it wasn’t long after first seeing you that I fell in love.

Buffy (and yes, I will continue to talk to you as if you were at the receiving end of this homage), you are an independent femme fatale. You are powerful, delightfully snarky, and indescribably human at the end of the day. You had the best friends (thank you Scoobies; and as a sidenote - thank you Doppleganger Willow). You had some of the hottest boy toys known to vampire-and-human-kind (minus you Captain Cardboard. I wish you had been sucked dry). Your mom was amazingly cool. And, despite the wailings of many-a-Buffy fan, I liked your sister.

Sure you had your downs, you know, what with the dying several times over, but you always came back to us, two feet on the ground, wit at your tongue. Sure you weren’t actually the only Chosen One due to said dying, but because of your death, you brought Faith into our lives, which would forever plague me with my unstoppable girl-crush (and the reason why, with anything Buffy related, I feel the utmost need to adorn posts with the Southie Slayer’s image). Sure you complained about your responsibility and how much it sucked to be Chosen, but you always saved the world (a lot). Sure you had your “stick up your ass” moments BUT you also had Mr. Gordo and your yummy sushi pajamas.

To put it simply (though I’m not sure it is simple anymore…babble much?) thirteen years ago today, you enriched the world of millions of viewers and gave young girls something to emulate (without the actual killage of course). You were a maverick and you beat the path for other warrior woman on the air (alongside Xena of course, but I digress).

Thank you Buffy. You have truly put the marzipan in my pie plate, bingo.

In recent Hollywood news, actor Corey Haim was found dead early on Wednesday, March 10th from an apparent accidental drug overdose. Now, seeing as I was barely a thought in my parent’s head at the time of the original THE LOST BOYS airing, I have had the pleasure of seeing the movie multiple times as an adolescent. Though it has been a long time since viewing the movie, I still remember how cool (kinda silly, but totally awesome at the same time) this movie was. A cult favorite and original take on vampires, this movie made it nifty to have fangs, way before vampires sparkled.

So Corey Haim, Rest In Peace. I’m sure you will be missed.

Just can’t get enough.

She’s not just a pretty girl with a pretty voice; she’s so much more. Although those two descriptors could easily fit (as many would agree with little hesitation), Holly Miranda is capable of bringing grown men to tears. Believe me, I’ve seen it (ok, so maybe I haven’t but it doesn’t make it any less true).

Last night I had the distinct pleasure of witnessing her vocal and instrumental prowess live. During the course of her performance, I ran the gamut of emotions and found myself monumentally moved. Each song displays her immaculate vocal control and pristine ability to reach the lowest lows and peak to the top in matters of seconds. Her vocal stylings, stage presence, quirky guitar and keyboard, and talented band brought chills racing up and down my spine more times than I was willing to count.

Her lyrics are racing with beautiful imagery (re: “Forest Green, Oh Forest Green”) and a gentle grace. Take for example: “Love you go down smooth/I am crushing you/I can barely move/With no feet on the ground/A head full of clouds/But I don’t care”. Miranda’s “Sleep on Fire” is a beautiful coagulation of driving drums and lyrical hymns that intertwine in a way so majestic, unicorns would dance. The first time I heard her emotional plea of “And sleep like your bed’s on fire/Sleep like your bed’s on fire/Cause it just/Might be” my heart and mind twisted and shed a few tears. If you want to feel something deep in our soul, check out her beautiful symphony of sounds.

The reason for this, you ask? I’m telling you to listen. Listen now and be blown away.

The monster in me has come out to play
In the most anticlimactic terrible way
Consumed in a day
With nothing to say
Except a simple uttered please go away.

THE ring is on my hand, And the wreath is on my brow; Satins and jewels grand Are all at my command, And I am happy now.

And my lord he loves me well; But, when first he breathed his vow, I felt my bosom swell - For the words rang as a knell, And the voice seemed his who fell In the battle down the dell, And who is happy now.

But he spoke to re-asure me, And he kissed my pallid brow, While a reverie came o’re me, And to the church-yard bore me, And I sighed to him before me, Thinking him dead D’Elormie, “Oh, I am happy now!”

And thus the words were spoken, And this the plighted vow, And, though my faith be broken, And, though my heart be broken, Behold the golden token That proves me happy now!

Would God I could awaken! For I dream I know not how, And my soul is sorely shaken Lest an evil step be taken, - Lest the dead who is forsaken May not be happy now.

1845.