( Click here to listen )
My take on an imagined space western theme :]
Space Saloon
February 26th, 2005Texas or Bust
July 20th, 2001Looks like I will be travelling to Texas soon to stay for a few days. Somehow, hearing the local weather reports of “hot and humid” from trusted sources (i.e. my posse), does not help me look forward to this journey. Although, I’ll be a bucket of sweat everywhere I go, I’ll still be in the company of my hometown family and friends. So much has changed there, so I’ve heard. I’m looking forward to checking out the progress. Unfortunately, I can’t stay so long, so it will more than likely be a busy vacation, an oxymoron I can probably live with.
Hot Summer Night
June 28th, 2001Cat meows at my feet, whining forever. I’m in a dark room lighted only by the glow of a monitor. The fans are blowing full force, and the desert night is not chilly as it should be. Yesterday, I was rummaging through some of my old notes, and found a bunch of cheesy stuff I wrote a while back (circa 1995), I probably will view this web-journal with the same regard, someday, but oh well I’m having fun. Haven’t made plans for 4th of July yet.
enter monsoon
June 23rd, 2001Well monsoon season is here in Tucson. There was a really cool “ring of fire” ablaze on top of the Santa Catalinas on Thursday night. Quite surreal. The summer is still sizzling, but the monsoon rain mitigates it, which is refreshing. Currently, not much is going on except for work. May be planning a statewide road trip to visit my hometown sometime in September.
Weekend in Metropolis
June 3rd, 2001Superman DVD Series. Watched II and III. Could tell how much I grew between each movie when I viewed them originally as a kid, because it kept getting more farcical…New director = bad script? Or the fact that IV’s budget got slashed during the making perhaps was the coup de grace that ended the series (for now, until the torch is passed to a new generation to continue) Heheh…we all know Hollywood becomes myopic when it portrays computers in the big picture, and Superman III was the classic example of that.
Faces of War
May 10th, 2000( Click here to listen )
The faces of war are not on your mind,
just the raging fashion of Calvin Klein
There’s gonna be a party tonight,
a huge search party for the meaning of life,
and I hope you can join the fray
Mother lost her newborn at two days old
Country lost its leader in the motorcade he rode
Freedom’s alive, but haunted by shame
Everyone’s searching for fortune and fame,
and then someone to blame.
Standing in the spotlight, a part of the game.
But no one can touch you,
you’re clinically insane
Laughter and sadness go well hand in hand
Tragedy strikes you, but you’re up again.
(you’re up against all odds)
(chorus)
Foo Compliant
April 23rd, 2000( Click here to listen )
Playing around with the Fruity Loops software, this is a piece I wrote ( inspired by my recent interest in Daft Punk )
The song title is a tribute a coworker that used the expression quite extensively 
Shockalanche
April 15th, 2000( Click here to listen )
More playing around with Fruity loops. In retrospect, I probably should have ditched the drum loop.
Twenty Years
November 1st, 1999twenty years i have held onto your smile
thinking that you’d be back in a while
i was so wrong
sing your last song
forever gone
and on my own
now they days they go by in a blur
while im stuck in a life so absurd
where are the words i must say
to make sure you dont runaway
where are the words
where are the words
(bridge)
every day in every way
im with you, without you
i cannot live, i cannot give,
you anything
im a little hard to handle
yet sometimes i start to ramble on
about how we could make the world go ’round
Train Station
October 25th, 1999( Click here to listen )
Train station, I can hear the engine ahead
Destination, that unknown place I am led
Now I’m starting to fade, into the backdrop of this scene
Like the statue in a courtyard, I am frozen to the green
Chorus:
But I could go where the stars don’t shine, or I could follow the bright, bright sun
I am free to roam this frontier dome all alone if I try
The table of departures and arrivals has become much more madness to me
Numbers that bleed together never portray reality
There’s a ragged man beside me, he’s been busted, broken down
The only force that drives him forward is the child he lost but found
(chorus)
The dew drops on my newspaper, I can’t tell if they’re tears
I’m leaving for somewhere safer, where I’ll shack up the next few years
Every day is a dogging day, it drains me to the core
The voices that waywardly guide me are not speaking anymore
(chorus)
Maybe you forgive me or better you forget
I’m sorry for the pain i caused, I know you suffered from it
The rafters are leaking, the gateway it is creaking
The gentle rain outside is starting to subside
(instrumental)
(chorus)