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The present is constantly passing, and with it’s departure are fleeing accomplishments and struggles. Although sanity suggests that it is healthier to hold the good times closer than the bad, like all things in life, healthy peace of mind, body, and spirit, require us to equally reflect over our shortcomings and triumphs. After all, the sun always shines brighter after breaking through dissipating clouds of rain. I site the 1998 film “Pleasantville” as an example: The people of Pleasantville lived life in black and white, without controversy or color. From the outside in, everyone appeared to be happy, until one day colors began to shine through their static perception. While this revelation caused many problems, threatening the town’s accustomed lifestyle, mostly due to the fear of the unknown, it also allowed citizens to discover that their happiness was not confound within the limits of black and white pleasantries, but in the dynamic world caught between the thresholds of light and human emotion.
The November, Michigan air grows cooler, but the sun on my face after yesterday’s rain will always inspire sensation just a little bit more. Despite shortness of breath and angst that results from struggle and strife, it is our conditioning in the face of these realities that enables us to grow through the discovery that our limits are merely perceptions, and our perceptions are as volatile as the weather. Those born with the gift of heightened sense must learn to remain strong as the focus of sensory perception turns outward to in: we are extremely difficult on ourselves and intense with our scrutiny of present struggles, despite the prevailing belief that we will conquer them. Similar to the strength of one’s eyesight, some people are better at seeing the big picture, but struggle with day-to-day, while others represent the adverse. Some folks live comfortably amidst being paralyzed by the fear of not knowing who and what they want to be, while others struggle for their next meal, despite being certain of their purpose here on earth.
No matter the classification or compartment your worries and fears are filed under, we all have them and ought to grow more accustomed to navigating their certain obstruction from our health and happiness. A lyric from The Head and the Heart, one of my favorite bands, comes to mind, “We all complain if it rains or it shines, but we’re never mad at the moon.”
We oughta treat our struggles more like the moon: a constant, present at all times but only perceived at some. When the sun is shining we rarely notice the moon in a bright, blue sky, but it is there nonetheless. Never let your blues limit your reach, but try and remind yourself that they will always be present, only in different degrees. When I’m feeling up against it, I remind myself to count the good things, or positive experiences in each day. By taking inventory of these happenings, we become more accustomed to the multitude of ways, which progress is revealed. It’s often more subtle than we give credit. Although we remember progress by milestones reached, it is the miles, minutes, and days endured between our projected destination, that will define our character and measure growth. Let us see our struggles as opportunities, to be more prepared the next time we meet them.
We must equally learn from our fortune, and misfortune. When we succeed it is natural to examine the behaviors, actions, and choices that prompted success. When we struggle however, it is because we are human, and not necessarily due to an identifiable set of behaviors, rather unpredictable circumstances that very well could be out of our control: sickness, lack of work, the weather, hatred, timing, or downright bad luck. The consistency, however, resides in our ability to process and proceed from struggle. Each of us ought to work towards a navigational map that we can depend on, when times are tough. Confined within this map will be a key, a means or terms to remind us how we’ve successfully traversed the twists and turns of a bumpy road ahead and before. For me, certain musicians are essential in my ability to stay the course when waters are rough: Bob Dylan, Mumford & Sons, Bon Iver, Possessed By Paul James, The Head and the Heart, The Avett Brothers, and Greensky Bluegrass are my guide. All of these bands have songs which possess lyrics that serve as markers to remind me that no matter the present struggle, I have been there before, I am not alone, and I will rise again. Only the evil genius within each individual is capable of convincing him or herself that present circumstances will not pass, despite his or her willingness to ensure otherwise.
Do not be the cage within which your happiness is confined. The people you love will do their best to help you shine, but happiness is both a personal responsibility, and opportunity, that only you can pursue, or flee from. If you notice your tendency to insist your suffering, perhaps it is your way of telling yourself that your choices do not adhere to your moral compass and integrity. No matter the character of an individual, he or she will falter from their integrity, however, it is our ability to rectify our shortcomings that will define our time here on earth. Rather than punishing yourself with excessive disappointment over a choice that cannot be changed, direct your energy on the choices and actions that will create positive ripples on your external environment as penance for your mistake. Imagine all the triumphant acts of goodness committed as result of a single mistake… A snapshot doesn’t always capture the essence of a soul. A good man makes poor choices, same as an asshole who occasionally discovers what it feels like to shine in the sun’s light.
A single choice or action will not define you unless you insist it be so. Each success or struggle ought to trigger a distinct emotional response that we take note of, but depart from, to ensure it does not define our days to come. We feel like delicate creatures despite our instinctual ability to weather most any storm. Our ability to be self-aware is frequently limited to present conditions, simultaneous to the knowledge and foresight of its temporal circumstance. I believe it is our human condition that overreacts to the moment, versus animals that simply find a way to endure. I would not rid us of this design; I believe it can be credited as the source for creation of artistic expression. Our ability to find beauty between variable conditions is one of our most distinct human qualities: not necessarily form over function, but alongside it. I don’t imagine most animals consider the beauty within the struggle of changing conditions, however, their ability to be consistent no matter the emerging changes is something we could learn from. We are hindered by the ego and necessity to exist separate from the whole, perpendicular to the knowledge of how necessary and beneficial our alignment with the whole, really is. It is one of the many double-edged swords we subject ourselves to, but hope not to be defined by.
Once the individual is able to perceive self-worth or satisfaction from his or her contribution to the whole, true community will be practiced. Others can be a tremendous source of motivation when times are tough. It is easier to let yourself down, than others. For better or worse, the more you contribute to others, the more they will depend on you. I believe it is easier to rationalize giving up on yourself, than it is to give up on others. Let us consider community as motivation and necessary structure to free us from the cage within which we confine happiness. Let the sparkle in a child’s eyes be your reminder that this world needs you. Let the glowing smile of a beautiful soul remind that you too, are beautiful. Let the lyrical creations of another remind you that your suffering isn’t exclusive, but mutual. And whether it be the sound of pouring rain, or the gust of cool, winter winds, let it remind you just how special it feels when the sun shines upon your skin, and the moon sparkles aside the stars you gaze to.
I’ve been wondering for so long, if anything’s worth wondering at all?
Days come and pass, with only experience left to last
I can feel purpose more present, with every breath I take
Concentrating my energy on helping others, and to create
Coffee shops and cool brisk breezes, help me reminisce in my space
Despite fast paces and traces of faces come and gone, before long there comes a time when every man must continue writing his song
While the words aren’t always present, lyrics of others and focused breath help surface the resin
There are moments now and then, when I feel the light within me pushing to burst out
It starts from my heart and works its way through my veins, and into my eyes
No matter my joy it manifests tears, and reminds that I may only be an instrument learning to perform its function with enough gumption to stay the course, practice remorse, and retrace my gifts and intuitions to the source
The weight of the world is no longer on my chest
Those I love, and will soon love, have unburdened my breath
It appears the lives I touch, prefer to help, than blush
The more I look the more I see, goodness is growing readily apparent, like the fall leaves, changing colors on the trees
What some considered outrageous, has been revealed contagious
We are all a character in one another’s play, and the show must go on!
So let us brighten the lights, and loosen our sights, on the nights we are lonely, if only to remind of the times we taste, smell, and feel the way love shines through the pines, trickling down the divine, inspiring tingles down our spine, into our fingers and toes, and so energy goes and flows through he and she who seek, yet never know
We are electric when our eclectic gifts and vision, are given away to those who pray, for a way to persevere through the fear which disables, and enables darkness and doubt to cloud their vision, and be left wishin’, for more than a prayer in a well that fell with the silver from their hand, like sand in an hourglass, passing too fast to even gasp
And one day we will be gone, so today, tomorrow, and the next, we must sing our song, long, and with courage and belief that our passion provides relief for a even a thief in the night, who has lost sight of the decent and right, after falling on hard times and crimes levied against hearts and minds once pure, to lure them from their side of the fight.
But don’t grow cold from this battle, or its shadow cast over righteousness, joy, and devout light
It will be your fortitude which frees you from the fever of prolonged pain and suffering in your life
It will be your intuition and integrity that speak to you amidst 30-dark-days and 30-dark-nights
It will be your decency that restores faith, flashing bright
It will be you who changes the world
It will be you who decides the fate of man
It will be you who ensures goodness prevails,
When you decide you can…
All roads to self-discovery are paired with the tendency to doubt each step you take along the way. Struggle and strife are the obstacles you must hurdle while pursuing your passion and desire to fulfill the place in your heart that requires the light and energy of others to provide you the sense of happiness and home that you seek in the world. There is no roadmap to rid you from the wrong turns you are certain to make on your journey, but life is about trying to find the significance in each step and turn you take, even when there is none.
The reassurance and affirmations you seek will be revealed externally in the eyes and smiles and hearts and love of the lives you are blessed enough to touch, and be moved by. As the captain you must steer your ship and ensure you are not swallowed by the sea, but the great ocean is a beast that cannot be tamed and predicted. Remain flexible and focus your attention on the lessons you have learned and hold true to your intuition and imagination; they will you keep you both alive and filled with life.
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–My songwriting ability is improving… I wrote this driving back from my best friend’s wedding in Pittsburgh this weekend.
Get busy livin
Get busy lovin
Shake your ass and move your feet cuz good times are comin!
We all have worries
We all have doubts
There is immense light within us
And it’s time we let it out
Been fighting the good fight now
Twenty eight years strong
Been working on finding my voice
Hiding my love away in songs
I’m a positive person some people say
Was it a choice or did God make me this way?
I write these words with tears in my eyes
Heading west on the freeway
Heading home to a place that won’t be much longer
Optimistic for what’s to come
The road ahead to make me stronger
And the Hunger in my heart to carry me farther
Some people hoard wishes
Others stockpile debts
I sweat my way to autonomy
Lived for more than sex
Busy chasing dreams
I was laughed at for having
A choice and commitment to build an army
That will never harm me
Sure I have scars
Probably more than most
But I find a way to carry on
Not busy chasing ghosts.
Let’s begin at the beginning: we’re lovers and we’re losers,
we’re heroes and we’re pioneers, and we’re beggars and we’re choosers.
We’re skirting round the edges of the ideal demographic.
We’re almost on the guestlist, but we’re always stuck in traffic.
We’ve watched our close associates up and play their parts;
they’re chatting up the it girls, and they’re tearing up the charts,
while we were paying with coppers to get our round in at the bar.
We’re the C-Team, we’re the almost famous old friends of the stars.
Justin is the last of the great romantic poets,
and he’s the only one among us who is ever going to make it.
We planned a revolution from a cheap Southampton bistro.
I don’t remember details but there were English boys with banjos.
Jay is our St George, and he’s standing on a wooden chair,
and he sings songs and he slays dragons, and he’s losing all his hair.
Adam is the resurrected spirit of Gram Parsons,
in plaid instead of rhinestone and living in South London.
And no one’s really clear about Tommy’s job description,
but it’s pretty clear he’s vital to the whole damn operation.
Dave Danger smiles at strangers, Tre’s the safest girl I know,
Zo and Harps will skamper up to victory in the city we call home.
We won’t change our ways, we will proud remain when the glory fades.
I am sick and tired of people who are living on the B-list.
They’re waiting to be famous and they’re wondering why they do this.
And I know I’m not the one who is habitually optimistic,
but I’m the one who’s got the microphone here so just remember this:
Life is about love, last minutes and lost evenings,
about fire in our bellies and furtive little feelings,
and the aching amplitudes that set our needles all a-flickering,
and help us with remembering that the only thing that’s left to do is live.
After all the loving and the losing, the heroes and the pioneers,
the only thing that’s left to do is get another round in at the bar.
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We’re not famous but we will be soon, known for bringing the world good news!
We’re not famous yet but we’re changing the way people think and feel
We’re just regular people that listened to Bob Marley and the Beatles and wanted to make their lyrics real
We’re not perfect but we try our best to shine positive light on those who need and deserve it
Have you ever dreamed a dream then chased it?
Have you ever made a wish then created it?
Have you ever listened to a song and felt it was written for you?
Have you ever believed in something enough that you would die for it?
We carry Good Signs because someone had to
We carry Good Signs because people are desperately searching for them
We carry Good Signs because people love them
We carry Good Signs because – really – they carry us
Do you love making people smile?
Do you love making people laugh?
Do you love not good but great things that last?
Do you wish to heal others and perhaps repent your past?
We’re not famous but we will be soon
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be known for celebrating with the world and bringing good news?
We’re not famous but we’re changing the way people think and feel
We’re just regular people that listened to Bob Marley and the Beatles and felt their lyrics enough to make them real.
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According to me 🙂
1. Go To Sleep
2. Laundry Room
3. January Wedding
4. Head Full of Doubt, Road Full of Promise
5. Talk On Indolence
6. I and Love and You
7. Salvation Song
9. Perfect Space
10. Bella Donna
11. Ballad of Love and Hate
12. Swept Away
13. Living of Love
14. Ten Thousand Words
15. The Weight of Lies
16. Bella Donna
17. And It Spread
18. Denouncing November Blue
20. I Would Be Sad
21. Famous Flower of Manhattan
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I get chills every time I listen to this song.
Don’t push me out,
Just a little longer
Stall your mother,
Disregard your father’s words.
Close the laundry door,
Tiptoe across the floor
Keep your clothes on,
I got all that I can take
Teach me how to use
The love that people say you made
Stop your parents’ car
I just saw a shooting star
We can wish upon it
But we wont share the wish we made
But I cant keep no secrets,
I wish that you would always stay
Last night I dreamt the whole night long
I woke with a head full of songs
I spent the whole day
I wrote ’em down, but its a shame
Tonight I’ll burn the lyrics,
‘Cause every chorus was your name
Break this tired old routine
And this time don’t make me leave
I am a breathing time machine,
I’ll take you all for a ride
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Might I make magic with these fingers
So not these words but the weight they carry lingers
Belief cannot be beaten into with lessons nor lashes
Love for one another can be prescribed, but no drug fools the dormant heart inside
Meaning cannot be infused, just the way soulless men will never sing the blues
We pretend that we walk in other men’s shoes, but addiction knows only those who use
We’re different, me and you, but in that we’re the same
Wandering on this path of ours, wondering why it is we are both aided and antagonized by the sight of stars
Fleeing from the scars in our flesh
Holding our breath for what’s to come next
Hoping for love, settling with a smile
Discovering Eden — taking it for granted after a while
It must not be answers we seek
Surely only experience weakens our knees
On the tip of a tongue or a shooting star
In creation, destruction, victory and defeat
Healing and living together as one
The darkness I often speak of travels in plain sight of the sun
We cannot hide our shame in holes of doubt and run
Experience awaits, but to it you must come
Filter the filthy and free the shackled
Find comfort in deep breath when your cage has been rattled
Bones may break and shatter but spirit endures if you fixate on what matters
Great heights await but you will need a ladder
Climb at a pace that can be kept, stumbling is human, burning out — inept
Remember who it is you are on this mission
Mindful of days passed but open to potential in each waking vision
Climb with courage and be weary of sirens
Surely your ascension will warrant mention and naysayers to ensure
But like the blue in the sky your heart is true and legend will be told of the man that flew
Be scared but not consumed by fear
Happiness should not be an illusion, be mindful of it and keep it near
Despite your dreams be mindful of progress
You will falter and regress but that much you ought expect
In the grand landscape of your experience these tribulations are but a spec
If you have been overtaken by fear and doubt this is a summons for you to resurrect
Be reborn into the light and paint the sky with shining stars for those lost in the darkness nights.
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“keya keya sorya douse ne,
keya keya sorya douse dame da.
douse damedakedo yamerarenai ne”
“keya keya sorya douse ne,
keya keya sorya douse dame da.
douse dame da kedo taerarenai ne”
“douse dame da” means “probably impossible”
“yamerarenai” means “can’t stop” and
“taerarenai” means “can’t take it anymore”)
you and me at the edge of the world
with a pretty little smile for me to see
new bright whites and a cage full of ice
and a ***** little canopy to feed my disease
and if you’re to smile at me
I could cry by land or sea
after you said that you like Big Red
I opened up my mind and skipped a beat
cufflinks and hands in wrong places and faces
and creepy little movies made me weep
and if you’re to say to me
what is mine is yours to keep
well you know, I’ll have to see
if all the stars aligned we could’ve solved the mystery
it’s a partial fantasy
we’re living in a land that went astray from history
you and me at the edge of the bed
looking at the faded pictures for you to see and me to see
murder and colonies, land without rivers
raging in the middle of some sad destiny
take one look to find my eyes
safety’s in your inner thigh
well you know, I’ll have to see,
if all the stars aligned we could have solved the mystery
it’s a partial fantasy
we’re living in a land that went astray from history
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And we can see life hand in hand
The green, the blue, the rock, the sand
And in our time and in our land
We’ll savor every day
And oh, how our glory may fade
Fade, well, at least we’ve learned
Some things along the way
Oh, you took me from my bubble
Knowing my defense was weak
And you sat there and you listened
Anytime I chose to speak
Oh, and you gather from my pleas to you
That I am but a clown
No fear only a hero can defeat
These demons now
And oh, how our glory may fade
Fade, well, at least we’ve learned
Some tricks of the trade
And as time shall inevitably move on
Well, at least we’ll have four strong legs
To stand on to keep us alive