We're All To Blame

Sure we're all to blame,
But we'll point our fingers anyway,
'Cause if you're poor, you're in the way,
We'll close all the shelters and legislate,
Against the handicapped, against the gay,
Under a banner that reads: 'The American Way'
With perfect teeth, and a perfect wave,
The campaign trail didn't mean a thing,
You bought your way to that motorcade,
Sure we're all to blame,
Sure we're all to blame.

Eventuality/Denying the Undeniable

I knew at some point it would end. As all things do, truly. Leaning towards entropy, decay. Getting older is but another synonym for dieing. I'm okay with that, I have to be, but when the night stretches long it's harder to believe in that truth.

As my eyes get heavily blood-shot and half lidded, the subconscious expands and brings with it some self realizations. As if, 'I could do this...', 'I could make these things...', as if tomorrow I wouldn't be that much closer to death. But I will.

I will.

Thanks Giving

I'd like to spend some time thanking people for everything they've done for us/with us over the years. And this hasn't been particularly the best of years. Thanks to my wife for sticking it out with me (I know I'm not the easiest to live with), parents - mine, my wife's, and really to all parents out there. It's one of the hardest yet the best jobs a person can have, my hat is off to the parents of the world. Let's keep trying to make the world a better place, lead through example and hope our children can have good lives and a good country.

Speaking of country, an amusing thought came to me while my children were telling me what they learned in school about 'Thankgiving'. I got to wondering if the Native Americans celebrate Thanksgiving, or Columbus Day for that matter. I'd have to brush up on my historical time line, but I'm wondering if this supposed dinner occurred before or after the small pox, the trail of tears. Surely before, I have trouble imagining the Natives gathering with us - the white men - and having a great feast and being thankful and jolly for the land we reserved for what remained of their great civilizations. This land, not the flourishing forests and beautiful beaches, of flat barren desert. Almost no natural resources, and no taxes. You're welcome, be thankful. Today of all days, count your blessings. It can always get worse, remember, you're dealing with the white man. We seem to have a gene that makes us concur, invade and oppress, even ourselves.

Eat, drink, be merry. Happy Thanksgiving.

Everyday

every day we're losing it,
inch by inch and brick by brick,
we build these walls so high,
we can't even see inside,
ourselves and introspection,
have gone the way of direct election,
unthought of and forgotten,
until we reach the bottom,
of the barrel doesn't seem so,
bad and out of season,
so complacent we've become,
we still think we're having fun,
most of us can't sleep at night,
with this pill you can do it right,
but of course this may cause,
undo side effects, it's in the clause,
the fine print is now standing out,
our stance is a dance of doubt,
juggling dept and hope,
we'll do our best to cope,
with the blind nature of the us all,
every day we build these walls,
brick by brick and inch by inch,
oh so slowly we're losing it.

#2

My wife has been gracious enough to sit through me playing music for the last seven years. Thought I'd see if I could make someone else's ears bleed (she's getting a little light headed and dizzy). So here's the first.

This is a song titled 1984 originally by Anti-Flag (gotta satisfy the copywrong rights :). I'm performing without any amplification or studio dubbing or anything of any kind. Just me and my acoustic - and a little right out of the blue backing vocals from my little one.

#1

This is my first 'blog'. I'd like to post things here that may not agree with all of my facebook friends. I hope that those of you who find your way here and like what you see continue to check back. I'll try to post something new everyday. Could be anything from something like a journal entry to d.i.y. punk rock.

NOTICE: May contain vulgar language. Just so you know. ALSO, everything here that does not give credit to another author or artist is solely the work of me and is copyright protected.

That being said please enjoy my rambles and rants, my this's and that's, my tit for tats and share, share, share. If you like it, talk about it. If you don't like it.... talk about it more.

Much, much more to come.