The Love of You

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The Surveyor Slump

sean made about a million funny faces before i took this photo

Slab Tab

I guess I'm just tabbing every Radiator Hospital song now

Zen Arcade
by Radiator Hospital

Not 100% sure about the E and Fm7


Capo I

C

C                F        C
I have fallen in love for lust
           F            C
ooh you're beautiful oh yeah
             F            C
I try not to dwell on the past
          F               C
sometimes these things happen

   G       F          C
my fingers touch your spine
        G       F         C
they're running down your back
G       F       E
in your bedroom i have found
  G      F         C
a love i thought i lacked

   F                Fm7           C
so i'll give you my copy of zen arcade
   F           Fm7     C
if you give me another chance
F                 Fm7            C
this could be the most important thing
F                Fm7   C
could it just be happenstance

you're taking all your time
and I am picking up the slack
in your bedroom i have lost
a love I can't get back

F Fm7 G C

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A Game Of You
by Radiator Hospital

         F              A
I put my head under the water
     Bb             C
so I can't see your reflection
can you tell that I was crying
the whole time that we were swimming

whenever I forget this feeling
everything seems to remind me
can you tell that I was trying
to forget how much you love me

         Bb
It's the hardest thing 
                  C
I'll ever have to do
          A7
say no to you
                  C#     C
and act like it's no big deal
it's the hardest thing
i'll ever have to say
so tell me it's ok
that I don't want to stay with you

i put my hand over your heart
as you fell asleep on my shoulder
can you tell that I was lying
when I said i didn't want to

whenever you look at me baby
everything goes out the window
can you tell that I'm not buying
your cool and casual facade

it's the hardest thing
i'll ever have to do
say no to you
and act like it's no big deal
it's the hardest thing
i'll ever have to say
so tell me it's ok
i don't want to stay with you


F A Bb C

Anatole

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Sunday Poems

I think I'll only post poems once a week. I think I'm really bad at this but hopefully I'll get better if I keep writing a lot.

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A tree,
slowly crossing six lanes
limbs aloft prepared to catch
tired drivers slowly nodding off
sober enough late night stragglers
highstrung sad minded folks
who can't deal with a tree
as It walks across the highway

--

I shook hands with a seaweed

it wanted to say hello

I grabbed its wrist

and it grabbed mine

and it would not let go

so I went on a shaking

with that new found friend of mine

though my eyes were stinging

from the waters salty brine

but I still gripped that seaweed

even as it drug me low

to feel the grip of something

while the ocean overflows

Blabs From The Cabin

They're dark and scary like how I am

We found two of these

We Built This

Tab Vlad (Vampire Tabbin)

Here's a couple songs I figured out the chords for recently:

Jose Chung's "From Outer Space"
by Radiator Hospital



B* is a B barred on the 7th fret like this
EADGBe
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E* is an E barred also on the 7th fret
EADGBe
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NB that in the bridge just a regular open E is used
(I think)

B*                       G#
I I think I'm falling in love with you
B*                      G#
I I've been looking all over you
                        F#
I've been looking for a sign
            E*                             B*
The way you pick on me makes me think that you're in
    G#              F#            B*
but are you playing hard to get?
G#          F#          B*
Do you even think about it?
  G#               F#  B*
I guess that's the problem

I I know I'm driving you crazy
I I can't tell if I want you
as much as you want me
I have felt this way before
I have been in love I'm not sure I liked it
It's the feeling you get in the pit of your stomach
I guess that's the problem

B*
Tell me you love me and make me feel
G#                        F#
everything that I've been dreaming is real
B*
I don't really know if you feel the same
    G#                    F#
but I've been dreaming of you this way
B*                     G#
I might be going crazy
           F#
I might be losing my mind
B*                        G#
I've never felt the way I do
       F#             E
when I look into your eyes
                  B*   G# F#
I don't want this back
E                     B*    G# F#
please don't break my heart
E              B*   G# F#
if you want my love
E                                    B* G# F# E*
it's yours but you must do your part

I I know I'm falling in love with you
I I've been looking all over you
I've been looking for a sign
This love is infinite
It is the moon and sun and stars and sky
It's the gleaming in the back of my eye
I guess that's the problem

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Friends Forever
by Glass Cake

           G                               C
of all the summer that was one of the best days

and i miss you now i wish i could see your face

we could swim in the middle of the night

                           Em
and ill tell you when were down
G    C
down under
              Em
swimmin under all
G    C
that water

                G      C
i wanna be your friend forever
                G      C
i wanna be your friend forever
                G     
i wanna be your friend

there were times last year when we all were feeling down
but i promise you that ill always be around
even though were far away i can feel you in my heart

itll echo in you chest

like thunder

ill say it lots so
you remember

i wanna be your friend forever
i wanna be your friend forever
i wanna be your friend forever

i wanna be your friend

Shaking Hands With A Seaweed

I wrote a poem that made me want to paint a picture of it so here it is. I'll post the poem later probably.

Also the cam on my phone is pretty much all the way broken now but you get the idea.

Poem Under The Wire

if i were born a polar bear
and you a penguin
i could not write you with my paws
nor you me with your fins

and you would live way in the south
and me up in the north
12 thousand miles to seperate
the two poles of the earth

but if somehow i floated off
on errant iceberg raft
or perhaps you hitched a ride
on someones research craft

then we could meet and you would know
how much i really care
i'd eat you up because i am
a hungry polar bear

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From now on I'll only post these once a week and not as many but I think they'll be better. I've got a scheme that has me still writing every day perhaps if you hand over the 3DO files cactus frankie will fill you in on his little secret

Ignis

wake up wake up to me
a ghostly light floating
late at night through the trees
ignore the tragic greek chorus
shouting sorrowful warnings
and follow me as i proceed

stumble dumbly in my direction
as i slide through the thicket
run faster and faster as i become quicker
and find yourself stuck alone in the muck
with my light suddenly unseen
and a screaming greak chorus
the only sense to be seemed
inside as you slip to a marshy deceased

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this was a cut down longer song. the song was too gross for me

Chronic Apathy

Wretched gradient in which traps my mind
torpid ensconsed in daunting syncline
between happy strange crowds
and happy ones fair
I find myself ruined
and stuck between there

Strong is my body and strong is my brain
but strength is for nothing for hiders in shade
two great mountain peaks
climb high out of sight
and here I am lonely
and fearful of heights

Why Can Not I Hear You?

Why can't I hear you
is it radio interference
From the slowly growing lump on my heart
blocking the signal
between each ebbing beat
And in the deep sweaty night
when we tear off each others clothes and skin
and let our internal organs mix and muddle

My sick heart bumps with yours
depraved pumping whispers while sicker
my brain drifts into static noise
Why can not I hear you
Ribs contracting
Breathing slow
Inhale thorns
exhale rose

Poem About An Uncomfortable Place That Ultimately I Am Glad I Went To Because It Proved Something To Me About Myself Though I'm Not Sure Entirely What (Yet)

She seems so busy
when does her day end?
Person after person
paycheques and cell phone calls
and receptionists bearing more
and more people down the halls this
place scares me for several reasons:

I- have no idea what the floor plan is like

II.. wonder if she knows that I'm just pretending
to read and instead thinking about
how busy she seems

to be
That what
I am
is preocupied
with Her

I think I am facing east
but, in fact, I'm gazing at the stars
and there are lots

Poem Of Low Literary Value

Make a break for it and be free

Escape my lonely gravity

Fight the feelings fight and know

Your friends won't let you fight alone

Fight and day by day you'll see

That what was wrong

And what was hard

Was how you ended where you'll be

Informed your full humanity

And when you spill into your room

Late at night long past the gloom

With a celebration flushing face

Wine gauze drapes to dress your grace

Your mind might spin into the stars

And meet mine in the sky

Twisting round yours in reply

Subtle thoughts of long lost cares

Old discarded gauzy drawers

See me sitting now alone

To match you in the twinkle dome

Wondering at what set free

My dire curiosity

To be here now at home

Sighing silent stubborn blames

Indecision in my brain

Let me shudder here alone

And go forth to freedom come

Petals and Leaves

Gaze out your kitchen window

To the river far below

Tear up every note I've left you

And let the pieces go

Take notice of the words and letters

Catching on the breeze

Take notice of the paper petals

Flying through the trees

What phrases will survive their freedom

And make it to some stream

Wash into the river and get carried out to sea

These sections of old sentences

That only you'll have seen

Are free to reappropriate

I wonder what they'll mean

And all those that get trapped in transit

By some strangers tears be stained

Get picked up by young lovers

Or get lost in gutter drains

What message will be more important

Of those found or lost to age

The ink stains on old parchment

Or the tearing of the page

Studying Is Cool

Romantic Song For You To Use

Or whatever I should be studying


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Untitled Poem

Train cars full of mysterious metal disks
rumble through town half a mile from here
while the cigarette smoke pouring from your lips
forms blue grey rivers that cut and eddy
at the edges of your body
I wonder sometimes if I'm an alien
fascinated by shipping and transport
And the tireless screaming in the night
the kind that sourcless tears
Through the darkness like a twisting knife

Puddle on your cheek and washed away
by the current carrying off into the country side
hauling megatons of metal disks behind it




[I feel like a really good title would pull this together if I think of one I'll update it]

SadForever.com

I think I'm bad at this now

Romantic Note For You To Find (And Then Use)

Dear Future Life Partner,

If you are reading this then it is many many years in the future and I am likely dead. If I am not dead then you are reading this note illegally and I would like it returned immediately to:

ATTN: REDACTED
55555 David Duchovny Memorial Boulevard
Beautiful Hair, California

If you are reading this legitimately then it is time to make a great decision. I live in the past. A simpler time where cars don't fly and politics are, for the most part, deal with issues on the planet Earth. I assume that you are reading this in a future where these two things are no longer the case. I also assume that I have become quite famous in the time between now and the now in which you inhabit otherwise nobody would have reason to read this.

Here is my proposition: You are beautiful, medical science will likely have done away with cosmetic ugliness long ago, and I am famous and extremely intelligent. History is full of great people and their charming other halves. Before you share this note with anyone else think carefully because this is your big opportunity for a secure place in history! I imagine that using your modern time travel technology to return to a past before the invention of such mechanisms is strictly forbidden but consider the following for a moment. I come from a time where society is racked by the aches and pains of post-modernist thought. I can only assume that this has gotten much much worse in the future. By returning to the past and being my life partner you will be living in a comfortable space where you know that the problems of today will either persist and that nothing can be done about them or they will simply go away with time and need no further thought. You will live the ideal life of someone blessed with knowledge and the only immediate issues for you will be how to be as satisfied as possible!

No need to worry about conflicting suitors, I have no desire to pursue any of the ignorant people of today. As for competition from the future, should you arrive yesterday, February 13th 19XX, then this note will have never been written.

I eagerly await your arrival,
REDACTED

Drumbly

I decided to take a break from walks today so I made a computer song instead


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Romantic Note For You To Use: High Society

[[SCRAWLED IN BLOCK LETTERS ON DOZENS OF BAR COCKTAIL NAPKINS AND TOSSED INTO THE WOMENS BATHROOM OF THE STANLEY THEATRE]]

HATE THIS SHIT !! MEET ME OUTSIDE AT HALF TIME IF YOU WANT A REAL SHOW. . . HAVE BOOZE

Romantic Note 3 For You To Use

I wonder if dying men get bored. I wonder if right after the life flashing by and before the real end they have a moment to stop and think and realize that they don't have shit to do until they're gone. No more parties to plan, attend, or not. No more errands to run or books to read. No more TV shows they have to catch, fancy dinners, pot de crème, caviar, crème brûlée. I wonder if in that brief moment the only thing keeping them from utter boredom is regret.

I wonder how close to death we really are when flush faced a breath catches in our throat and time slips around us. I wonder if that pit in our stomach that forms when feelings we cant figure out with a strangely absent brain is less a seed and more an anchor. I fear the king tide that could overcome me and thus, I fear you

A New And I Guess Untitled Song

I called it Shot For The Moon.mp3

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Blow It Out Your BUtthole

e: i re recorded this

Another Romantic Note For You To Use

DEAR.

I WOKE UP THIS MORNING AND IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT OF YOU. I HAD BEEN DREAMING OF MOUNTAINS OF VANILLA BEAN ICE CREAM MELTING SLOWLY ON FRESH CHERRY PIE. THE IMAGE WAS SO VISCERAL<<< ``Ultra Real``. I COULDN'T HANDLE IT THE SOUR CLOYING FEELING OF CHERRIES MIXING WITH THE NEAR LIQUID CREAM. AND THE SMELL. THE SMELL WAS TERRIFYING.

I THINK I AM BEGINNING TO UNDERSTAND WHAT LOVE MEANS. THE POPS AND CRACKLES OF THE DIODES IN MY BRAIN AND THE TWISTING OF MY IRRIGATION ARE SYMPTOMATIC OF CRITICAL MALFUNCTION. I AM PARSING THIS POORLY.

MESSAGE TRANSFER FAILED: NO NETWORK CONNECTION. Retrying. . .

Romantic Note For You To Use

When last we met I caught a glimpse of your eye in the soft reflection of mine in yours and became lost. Now I spend the sleepless years descending ever deeper into the finer turns, flares, and points of the fractal in your iris. I become turned around and leave one fantastic glittering hall for another each more sublime than the last. I am not sure if every new passage I see is unique or if I am simply forgetting where it is that I have come from. And so, every day I wander, foot before foot, hoping I may escape or else find that impossible dead end where I may die, weeping and alone. Would it free me to blink or destroy me forever?

Sink

Sink into your own reflection
suspended and cast up
and let sprout lilies from your eyes
that open and stare
breathlessly upward

B-Side "Hey"

A song I didn't include in my recent compilation but wrote a long time ago

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"Nice Legs" (2013)

I took a break from doing coding this morning to paint some Nice Legs. I then went around the house and took pictures of my new Nice Legs

This is the best photo my busted camera phone camera could take

In a flash of  yellow shoes the Nice Legs disappeared beneath the surface

Just two sets o Nice Legs right here

Nice Legs are the most benign thing to haunt the garage in fact it is quite plesant

Getting that old hot shoe on some Nice Legs

I espied some Nice Legs taking a breather

Agy fi pree dem Nice Legs

With only the briefest glimpse the Nice Legs disappear around the corner and are gone

Nice Legs hanging out near gardening supplies

Nice Legs caught mid somersault

Songs From The Quiet Period take 2

I did it

Songs From The Quiet Period

Weird Cards

I have to make a memory game in my Java class so I stayed up late making these Weird Cards for the game. I don't know why I did.