We all stereotype others, right?
Thoughts? This one is very simple… But I like it that way. Anything else?
You see through me
like a bottle of mud
you don’t know me from anyone
I’m not just anyoneand I will smile
and if you blink
you’ll miss me.I’m much more than
a first & lasting impression
your assumptions could be wrong…
you could be wrong.And I will sing…
I will be me…
I’ve always been a tomboy. As a kid, I loved mudpies, treehouses, four-wheelers, t-shirts, and baseball caps. If I wasn’t inside drawing, I was outside – dirty, grass-stained, and happy. In keeping with this pattern, I wanted to cut my hair short. Short short. I don’t remember why… But, I remember that I did. And, from the back, most people thought I was a little boy. It took me twenty-five years to cut my hair short again.
So. About three weeks ago (blame it on the cough meds then) I wrote this song. That morning, I think I stayed home sick or something… And started thinking about how my mind works – active – awake – alive, and about how weird you’d think it was if you spent some time in my mind… And then started thinking that if I spent time in your head, I’d probably think the same about your mind…
Then I started writing. “If you climb inside this piece of mind…” I knew it wouldn’t work without a big production, just to bring the feel of hypnotic weird psychedelic mystery. And, I also wanted to find some of the weirdest sounds possible and add them in. So I’ve been chipping away at this one for a few weeks, just for you! 
(Your best experience will be had with earphones or full speakers. Your computer speakers won’t bring the fullness to your ears.)
If you climb inside this piece of mind,
let me tell you what you’d find:
Oh I know… It’s a world awake.So jump on board and take this ride
to places otherwise unkind
& you’ll find a world awake.If you see this You won’t believe your eyes.
If you see this you might change your mind.
A world awake. A world awake.Softly sifting memories
composing little secret dreams.
Keep walking through a world awake.Sunset singing melodies
and whispering. Keep listening.
You’re finding a world awake.
A few weeks ago, I put in a request for some song ideas – one song a month for y’all. First up is RUSS’s killer backbeat. He sent me the music and wanted me to provide the lyrics. Ergo, my first attempt at a hip-hop song.
Kickin’ it old school, with Russ Hutto bringing the flow and music:
This human race ain’t lap by lap
it’s one long line – one long track
ya can’t turn around – ya can’t rematch
ya gotta take each chance to close the gapYa gotta run this race to win it
Ya gotta live the life you’re given
Don’t go nowhere if you ain’t driven
by dedication. decision. on a mission.(This is)
The Speed
of Life
The Speed
of LifeWe’re not living // if we’re not moving // at the speed of life.
These moments only come once
as soon as they’re here, they’re (just) a trail of dust
Love is a choice but life is a must
We gonna get it right. We gonna mess it upDon’t let nothing stop ya
To hear the beat, ya gotta drop it.
There ain’t nothin out there to block it
that’ll clock it like you rock it(This is)
The Speed
of Life
The Speed
of LifeWe’re not living // if we’re not moving // at the speed of life.
Where are you these days?
(And don’t you think it strange that I asked “where” are you? As if the world wide web has somehow become a spatial concept in my mind, as if you are physically located on my twitter feed, or physically located on your blog, or physically located in Myspace…? Interesting. You are probably sitting on your couch like me, laptop in lap, typing away. If I were to ask “where” you are, the question should probably be a physical one, not an interwebby one. But, still, I ask in relation to the web: where are you? And do you feel as lost as I do?)
