I used to play drums and sing in some bands. I also tried to learn to be a keyboard-based songwriter, but now I just dabble every once in a while.
My current attempt at making music is to learn how to play piano. I have a Nord Electro 3 which makes all kinds of awesome electric piano sounds. I can't really sing and play at the same time yet, but I wouldn't mind being a thousand years old playing open mics at the local coffee shop, I guess.
No shows (yet?).
"Completed" songs:
Instrumentals (usually improv):
Covers:
For an hour of planning at a birthday get-together, and four wonderful hours a few days later, I worked with Adam from Police Teeth and Nate from Lake of Falcons. We borrowed the practice space at The Josephine and recorded four loud and distorted songs. Our idea was a concept band where we'd destroy ourselves at every show. It was fantastic and spirits were high. The songs turned out pretty awesome. Unfortunately, I never received the mp3's and nothing else ever came of it. I think one of the mp3's was rejected from a Beep Repaired compilation that probably never came out, though. Almost famous!
No shows.
Recordings, but I've never heard them
This is the band I was in previously. I sang with Ian, Morgan and Mark. It was about politics, mostly. Also, it was about making interesting music more than about making nice music. Sometimes I miss it. We had some potential. But we were lazy. Or maybe I was lazy.
Shows:
Songs:
A Legacy of Trash About my dad and how he collects garbage and how I like that and hate that at the same time. (2003)
Piles of pink insulation bury mismatched, rusty wheels and bald, cracking tires on top of unusable American pistons or whole automobile engines or whole automobiles.
Elk antlers in boxes of various electrical parts soaked with used motor oil dripping slowly onto a soil covered floor.
A stack of two-by-fours in front of the shelves set up for organization and filled with CB radios and random chemical compositions.
Tools everywhere but just try to find the one you need under hardwood flooring or recycling or leftover carpeting or plumbing supplies or my old drum set or my destiny.
I'm sure that this will come in handy some day. Let's hold on to it forever.
Baja Canada Probably my favorite exempli song. Why the coasts promote social awareness and why coastal states should secede from the union. (2006)
There's hope out by the oceans, and little in between.
Not carried by containers unloaded by large orange cranes.
Trucks and their trailers can't bring us peace.
There's nothing in the water, nothing in the air. We bring it together with meetings by the piers.
Epic Battle Scenes The break up song to end all break up songs. Supposedly. (2003)
Fourteen thousand miles wasn't far enough for answers to questions I'd still ask.
Late at night in the alley on Blanchard. Under streetlights, we touch one last time. My car is filled with the last of my things. I don't want to leave everything.
I'm sure that the chemicals on this photo are terrible for my lips but some things I just don't care about anymore and photos and memories are all I have left.
My hopes were dashed on rocky cliffs in Santa Cruz where you carved "pals 3/96" when that part fell into the ocean one tumultuous winter.
So I prepare anesthesia. Scalpel. Four inch vertical incision. Thrust in my fist. Stitch up emptiness.
Because second chances may come never.
Even Bikers Need Espresso About my dad and how he collects garbage and how I like that and hate that at the same time. (2004)
This is the biggest small town I've been to. That skyscraper may as well be a general store. Instead of many post offices we might as well send our mail from just one.
Thirty miles to the eighties in any direction. Past wants in the north and east or needs in the south.
If this bus would ever get here, I might sneak on and sit next to the crazy guy.
He'd ramble on about the untouchables drinking coffee behind glass as the world passes by.
And I'd tend to agree.
Freeze, You Rebel Scum Get up and do something, this song says. (2003)
Traveling with eyes closed doesn't keep you from harm. Ignoring the sights is the same as blindness.
Change doesn't start spontaneously it begins with one voice speaking out.
Our beliefs and knowledge mandate action since these problems should be solved by those that see them.
Start a band or a venue or a zine or a label. Start solving problems.
Half Of Us Are Below Average Questioning the corporate definition of acceptable looks and fashion. (2006)
There's nothing to wear. The hand on the corner of the closet looks so weary
through pre-sunrise light. Perhaps if this body were less average
our externally imposed self-loathing wouldn't drive us to drastic measures like surgical retail therapy.
That image almost obtainable mostly impossible is everywhere.
Just wear makeup. Just start a diet. Just wear the right clothes. Just start working out. Just stop being yourself.
What if the image was erased? Could we move past categories to individual definitions of attractiveness despite the opinions of others? That might be beautiful.
I Guess I'll Go On Early in the band, we were planning on writing nice songs about little moments. like stepping off your porch into a cold morning and feeling awesome about it. (2003)
Close the door behind me. Off the porch step, morning cold shocks me into involuntary smiling.
I love the way the sky looks right now. It's still so cold and I'm an hour late for work but I don't mind. My breath condenses in cold air as I just stop.
Partly cloudy skies on fall mornings. Lows in the forties. No one notices but me.
If You Don't Help Me, I'll Be Dead By Tonight A quote from "The Professional." Also, a song about unity. Ain’t nothing wrong with that. (2004)
Are these grey spots blank spots between poles of white and black or are they the logical point of consensus?
When I stand up to speak out I know someone has my back. There's really no us or them, just us working to figure all this out.
Continued questions tear down misconceptions as we travel toward common goals down roads not always straight.
When I stand up to speak out I know someone has my back. There's really no us or them, just us working to figure all this out.
No matter what, I am not alone. No matter what, I am not alone. No matter what, we are not alone. No matter what, we are not alone.
When we stand up and speak out we know someone has our back. There's really no us or them. There's really no them at all.
John 11:35 We never recorded this one. It was our attempt at a anti-religion song. Well, not anti, but questioning, at least. John 11:35 reads "Jesus wept." Our idea was to make christians feel guilty about blatantly disregarding their own holy book. Like those westboro baptist idiots. (2006)
I guess the sixth commandment is "thou shalt not kill unless justified by the logic of faith."
Please save us from "Please save me." Please save us.
Work with us to make things better for those who don't need to be saved.
Kill The Whale The toughest exempli song. so much yelling. A metaphor about how capitalism is Moby Dick. (2002)
We pull the oars that drive the ship to sights in the distance we don't need.
We follow orders barked by the captain. We follow, we follow blindly.
(At the expense of everything, produce, consume, destroy)
Want it, need it, buy it, own it. (Kill the whale.) We will not want it, we will not need it, we will not buy it, we will not kill it, we will not kill it, kill the whale. (We can turn aside.)
Minus The Clown Shoes One way to live your life: an effort to attract as much attention as possible. there is no bad publicity. (2005)
The mids are in the middle. The microphones are already exactly right. Try that note in tune next time.
That tattoo may not be the best idea. Not everyone has to notice. Not everyone needs to be impressed.
You jump in with both feet and an admirable lack of fear or consequences.
But ultimately the path we take is determined by conditions we choose to ignore or accept, not by the footsteps of others before us. Not by the footsteps of others before us.
My Secret Power Is Invisibility I’m really good at not being seen in large social gatherings. I’m working on being not really good. (2006)
The cool thing about being invisible is that you never have to remember anyone's name.
If they can't see you, then just maybe you can't see them
and you'll be safe from projectile weapons. And everything else.
You can go anywhere and no one will notice. No one. No one at all.
The problem with being invisible is that no one knows you and you start to fade away.
Trying not to fear is like trying not to feel and that's just not possible for anyone so take small steps and learn to find safe places in visible life.
Not So Much When she started saying "Not so much," I knew that there’d one day be a day when I never saw her again. (2002)
Late in the morning, we're driving through fires in Montana. I fell asleep at the wheel, you steered us into crashing with the throttle wide open. You weren't badly hurt but I am almost dying.
You heal quickly it seems. I need a better surgeon or need to be a better patient. Be more patient.
A few hours lead to new days. A few hours lead only forward.
Late in the morning. I will never understand. Late in the morning. I will never understand.
Late in the morning, we're driving through fires in Montana. I fell asleep at the wheel, you steered us into crashing with the throttle wide open. You weren't badly hurt but I am almost dying.
Our Heroes Are Scruffy Hooligans A reminder that we should be playing music to get a message across, to improve our lives, and to create meaning. (2005)
Don't we want this message heard? The chance of action from the widest possible audience. Is it possible to remain honest?
Don't we want to improve our lives? Quit our dead ends, get insurance and warmth and credit. Do we need to always just make do? Can't we afford the finer things once in a while?
Don't we want this to mean something? To the kids who close their eyes singing along so loud.
Shouldn't we aim to inspire? Should we inspire ourselves? Do the "minor" sacrifices of major league exposure warrant the costs of the change?
Settling For Groceries An old saying at Bartertown, when it came time to decide what was for dinner. That was a fun place to live. (2003)
This is far too much food at far too late at night.
We spend the most time between rooms or throwing things.
We'll clean up the game room someday. The neighbors have not complained.
The gash on your head from the drain pipe will heal eventually.
That's It, I'm Moving North One of the o.g. political songs. Written at the beginning of the Iraq war. Which continues today, of course. (2003)
Everywhere three colors. Forced American pride breeds feelings of fear led by men in suits.
Right now anywhere, anywhere looks better.
Problems stem from home. Scapegoats are mirrors. Though blame is easy, responsible is hard.
(Spoken part about 9/11 and Palestinian liberation or something.)
In years to come, faded flag stickers will remind us we could change this by not being afraid to talk to strangers.
The White House Lawn Is Impeccably Groomed Another political song, this time about encouraging dissenting voices. Back in the Bush era, it seemed like no one was ever protesting anything. It seems like that now, too, I suppose. (2003)
It appears that solid theories form fertile soil to plant this seed for all.
Pull out the weeds that choke back the growth of our beautiful idea.
Nothing else we know of will fit here.
What is this disease that hollows out our creation? All strangling weeds torn out at the roots should ensure its survival. Yet it withers, it withers without them.
Treatise On Formally Undecideable Propositions (The Math Song) Kurt Goedel used math to prove that math can’t solve everything. There always exists one proposition that requires something else. (2003)
There exists a rigid system of axiomatic thinking. In this framework, truth is just logical deduction.
However such a creation is necessarily incomplete, for certain statements are unprovable within the system.
When one comes across such situations where logic fails and no postponement will lead to conclusion,
Chances are the answer is already known.
Unrestricted Mobile Food Vehicle Regarding wage slavery and how it’s not the slaves’ fault. (2005)
Isn't the point to look forward to Mondays not 65 and a cheap watch and cheap goodbyes over cake and pats on the bent and crooked back?
Vending machine breakfasts, mobile lunches and Top Ramen for days prolong the endless waiting for something better like weekends, retirement, or worse.
Perhaps the problem is not the job but the systemic degradation of the work of the lower classes for the betterment of those already better off. Because it turns out only sewage trickles down.
I played two shows with the bassist from The Glg20's and two other dudes I wouldn't recognize on the street. One show was at the Air Force ROTC graduation at the Presidio in San Francisco and one was at a UC Berkeley frat party. No, i was not in a frat or the ROTC. The band practiced once and we learned a bunch of songs like "Paint It Black" and "Rapper's Delight" and "99 Red Balloons" (english and german). This is the only band I ever played in where people danced. No recordings exist, just go listen to the originals.
Shows:
No recordings exist.
For about a month, I was in a Santa Cruz punk band with the old guitarist from the Swingin' Utters and a photography/math major at my college named Ian. I was kicked out because I played the drums too emo and because I couldn't do the hardcore beat to the song he wrote about how the gophers were eating up his lawn. Also, I didn't have a leather jacket. I have a recording of this band (without me in it) on a tape somewhere, but who cares?
No shows.
No recordings with me in them that I know of.
My first band. I played drums and sang with two high school buddies named Ian. It screams 1993. But sometimes I listen and think "Hey, that wasn't too bad." Sometimes. These are the best recordings I could find.
Shows:
Songs:
20/20 Vision A break up song.
I remember when you said you knew me.
You said you saw right through me.
You didn't even know that
I loved another girl.
Lost your mind so many times that
You don't realize that
I've left you behind
While you stand there and cry.
Pain in your eyes, don't know why it's so hard to say goodbye.
Alternative A song against mainstream "alternative" music.
target market:
Angst-ridden teens.
Just say something,
it doesn't matter.
Throw away.
Throw away.
Throw away your lie.
Designed for enjoyment,
Devoid of thought,
Cryptic lyrics
hiding nothing.
Throw away.
Throw away.
Throw away your lie.
Earn your money
or sing along,
it's all the same
waste of time.
Throw away.
Throw away.
Throw away your life.
Casualties A song about growing up, maybe?
A girl I thought I knew so well,
who left me long ago,
told me I had no idea
of what was right or wrong.
Nothing brings me peace anymore.
My mind is filled with turmoil.
I thought you were stronger, too
but I guess I was wrong about you.
A friend I couldn't live without
had her problems.
She found a cheap escape
at the bottom of a bottle.
Nothing brings me peace anymore.
My mind is filled with turmoil.
I thought you were stronger, too
but I guess I was wrong about you.
All the kids I leave behind,
changing for the worse,
no longer will I see them smile
until I close my eyes.
Nothing brings me peace anymore.
My mind is filled with turmoil.
I thought you were stronger, too
but I guess I was wrong about you.
Chewing Ice A song about loneliness tied, ironically, to sexual frustration.
Staring at the ceiling, dreaming.
Dreaming of the time when you and I...
Sll the things I'm feeling, seeming.
Seeming like I've felt it all before.
I'm so alone
(I need somebody to hold).
I would go home
(but I'm not sure where to go).
Resting by the ocean, emotion.
Emotions fill my mind as the tears fill my eyes.
Missing celebration, devotion.
Devotion to a cause that died before it began.
I'm so alone
(I need somebody to hold).
I would go home
(but I'm not sure where to go).
Staring at the ceiling, dreaming.
Dreaming of the time when you and I...
Always reminiscing, wishing.
Wishing I could stop this chewing ice.
Choose Your Own Adventure A song about giving up before you begin.
Is not creating
the same as destroying?
I am guilty as charged.
I don't believe my words affect...
so I cease to speak at all.
Potential wasted.
Point conceded.
I guess I need to change.
I don't believe my words affect...
so I cease to speak at all.
Try again to not give up,
to not give in to wanting
to not be more than limited
belief allows.
Left to choose
I choose not to.
The Death Of Straightedge Pretty self-explanatory, really. About kids who lose their edge.
You tattooed X's on yourself
but then you threw it away, just put it on the shelf.
You condemned their vice
then did it yesterday without thinking twice.
I held it all inside the day I should have cried,
the day that straightedge died.
I held it all inside
the day that straightedge died.
Your hardcore bands were all the rage
but now your rap stars take away all of your taste.
You turn the page of straight edge 'zines
but now you don't recall, don't recall what it means.
I held it all inside the day I should have cried,
the day that straightedge died.
I held it all inside
the day that straightedge died.
Another stupid fad gone bad.
The idea was good but now it's all gone wrong.
Maybe it's time for us to move on.
Perhaps in time we can start it all over again.
Dialogue A song about being nice or something.
The boy said
I'll tell you how I know.
My parents told me so.
I know that I am way better than you and your friends,
'cause I know my church is true.
Such a beautiful day
in all these beautiful ways.
Such a beautiful world,
at least that's what they want us to think.
The girl said
see these skies and see these tress?
They will someday belong only to me.
My parents promised me everything my little heart desires.
They are the things I get for free.
Such a beautiful day
in all these beautiful ways.
Such a beautiful world,
at least that's what they want us to think.
we say
it doesn't matter what you have,
it only matters what you give away.
Nothing is worth condemning another human being.
The day will come when we're all gone.
Such a beautiful day
we throw our cares away.
Such a beautiful world,
the time will come...
Don’s Theme Song A song about just doing what you like.
Somedays I sit and daydream,
wander back into the corners of my mind.
Sometimes it makes me want to scream
and I just keep on getting older.
I... don't... care!
I just want to play, I just want to be myself.
I just want to learn, I just want to be myself.
I come home for a while.
I'm not sure I still belong.
I've been gone for quite a while
and now something seems wrong.
I... don't... care!
I just want to play, I just want to be myself.
I just want to learn, I just want to be myself.
There's something wrong with the world today
I know just what it is
but it always stays the same.
Doesn't anything ever change?
I... don't... care!
Dream Another song about a girl.
Sometimes I sit here and wonder why
there are such things as stars in the sky.
I know what it feels like to be all alone
when you won't even talk on the phone...
Life starts again without you here.
I'm already wishing you were near
to light the fire in my eyes,
to hold my hand oh, so tight...
Opened up a new world in my mind.
It fell apart but I still can't hide
all the time I spent just wasting away.
After all, I could've tried to say...
I want you, I need you.
I know that things will never change.
I'd hold you, I'd keep you
but that will always be a dream.
a dream.
a dream.
my dream.
Dreams come and go, that I know
but I thought things weren't moving that slow.
I try to hide my feelings deep inside
but you will always know how many tears I've cried.
Fashion Show A song about fads and high school, basically.
Million dollar hippie with a million dollar face,
hemp around your neck and Phish on your lips.
You act so poor just to follow a fad,
but you're okay, right Mom and Dad?
Now I am different, just like everyone else.
I have to be unpopular to be popular.
I must fit to the t.v. screen,
now I am different, just like everyone else.
Alterna-girl with your freshly painted face,
a No Doubt shirt and bleached blonde hair.
Swirling about at the hippest show,
you wish you could but you can never, ever know.
Now I am different, just like everyone else.
I have to be unpopular to be popular.
I must fit to the t.v. screen,
now I am different, just like everyone else.
Now we try not to preach but we can't pretend
that what we see isn't too harmful.
We cannot change what's in your head
but we can always wish that you were dead.
Now I am different, just like everyone else.
I have to be unpopular to be popular.
I must fit to the t.v. screen,
now I am different, just like everyone else.
Fruitcake A song about a girl I was mean to.
"Do you understand?"
"I'm trying to decide."
We could hold hands,
or just be friends.
It was fun while it lasted
but it shouldn't have gone that far.
We made great friends
but it shouldn't have been more.
Let's go bowling today.
We'll bowl our cares away.
It'll be like old times again,
or at least how it should have been.
I feel like I've corrupted you.
I never said I loved you.
But we were so young back then,
and I never said I didn't care for you.
Let's go bowling today.
We'll bowl our cares away.
It'll be like old times again,
or at least how it should have been.
Geekgrrl The only love song I've ever written.
Minding my own business checking my email.
I've heard of this before but only from some guys in jail.
Her message says it'd be nice for us to get together.
I hope we'll have much more to talk about than the weather.
Emily, Emily, how the heck have you been?
Emily, Emily, its so nice to see you again.
Emily, Emily, I hope this will never end.
Emily, Emily, I hope we'll always be at least friends.
Sitting at home staring out of the window,
sipping cocoa, watching the falling snow.
I've half a mind to pick up this stupid phone,
call you up and relieve this feeling of being alone.
Emily, Emily, how the heck have you been?
Emily, Emily, its so nice to see you again.
Emily, Emily, I hope this will never end.
Emily, Emily, I hope we'll always be at least friends.
We sometimes sit here and reminisce
about the things at home we always wished we missed.
Time flies by until once again
it's time to go back to our other friends.
Emily, Emily, how the heck have you been?
Emily, Emily, its so nice to see you again.
Emily, Emily, I hope this will never end.
Emily, Emily, I hope we'll always be at least friends.
Goodbye A song about a girl.
I know you don't know that
I know what I feel is true.
I can't stand anymore
of this pain, if you'd just call.
I see the time pass by.
I've waited so long but now I say goodbye.
I watch you walk across the room,
to meet another guy in your life.
Does that smile you show me,
does it mean anything to you?
I see the time pass by.
I've waited so long but now I say goodbye.
Goodbye...
Grilled Cheese Our first song. It's about grilled cheese sandwiches.
As I sit at home I get hungry
so I tell my mom grilled cheese please.
It bubbles and pops as it sits on the stove.
Mom turns up the heat to brown the bread.
Grilled cheese,
feels good.
Grilled cheese,
nutritious for me.
I wish I could eat grilled cheese every day,
I know it would make me popular
but there's not enough cheese in this big crazy world
and there's not enough cows to make milk for...
Grilled cheese,
feels good.
Grilled cheese,
nutritious for me.
Heartless Probably our first emo song.
Such a beautiful girl in such an ugly world,
if you only had the time I'd give you all I could.
I don't know why but when I see you cry, I feel like crying too.
Like the lonely, sad, I sit here and cry.
If I only knew some way to share my love with you.
I don't know why but when I see you cry, I feel like crying too.
Now you have the time to listen to me whine
and it's lovely just sitting here with you.
I don't know why but when I see you cry, I feel like crying too.
The Hippie Song We'd spend some practices just screwing around and doing covers and dumb songs that never fit. Here's a weird hippie song where I yell something nonsensical that I think a hippie would say.
This song goes out to Santa Cruz, 'cause they smoke a lot.
Hopeless A song about a girl I could never get to fall in love with me.
Look across the room and I see you in the crowd.
Face i've memorized but try not to think about.
Never took the time to try and figure it out.
Just what is it that I am dreaming about?
They've all told me
that it is hopeless
but there's something I just can't ignore
Painted pictures of perfection are floating about.
All the things I dream of sharing only with you.
I've tried so hard to forget what I have found
'cause it's not my style to go moping about.
They've all told me
that it is hopeless
but there's something I just can't ignore.
Everything you do just drives me over the edge.
I see your smile at me but why is it there?
Sometimes I wish that you could just be my friend
but usually I wanna hold you in my arms and tell you
all the things I've dreamt of saying,
all the things I couldn't ever say...
if I got the chance.
They've all told me
that it is hopeless
but there's something I just can't ignore
John Thomas And Me A silly, silly song about weiners.
Well... John...
Thomas and I like to play outside.
John Thomas and I like to go ride bikes.
I bring John Thomas wherever I go,
I must take him because he can't survive alone.
We love our John Thomas,
his one good eye, it keeps good track of us.
He leads us all over town
and it seems he's never down.
Well... John...
Thomas, John Thomas wants to be a big star
but I'm thinking he won't get far.
He's got a problem that holds him back:
no matter how hard he tries he always stays attatched.
We love our John Thomas,
his one good eye, it keeps good track of us.
He leads us all over town
and it seems he's never down.
Well... John...
Thomas and I hang out all day
and I'm hoping, hoping, hoping that he'll always stay.
Gals may come and gals may go
but my John Thomas will never follow.
We love our John Thomas,
his one good eye, it keeps good track of us.
He leads us all over town
and it seems he's never down.
Leave Her Alone An anti-domestic violence song.
He comes home from his job.
She has tried to keep things just how he likes it
but he can't be satisfied
so he throws her up against the wall while she thinks...
Leave me alone,
leave me alone.
Why can't you see
what you've done to me?
Just leave me alone.
He hits her again.
She is wondering why she hasn't left yet.
He can't stop yelling
or hitting her and kicking her while she says...
Leave me alone,
leave me alone.
Why can't you see
what you've done to me?
Just leave me alone.
She catches his hand.
She looks at him and sees no real man.
He's not trying to understand
so she takes a knife and ends the vows while she screams...
Leave me alone,
leave me alone.
Why can't you see
what you've done to me?
Just leave me alone.
Looking I think this is about a girl.
I look around but all I see is unreality.
I look for a place to be but I can't see
anything anymore.
It's all unclear today.
I want to hold you in my arms today.
I wish you could hear my cry.
time is slowly passing me by.
I know that I must never fall.
I look around but I still can't see
what it is I want to see.
I'm looking for another face in the crowd.
I've seen it all inside my head.
I want to hold you in my arms today.
I wish you could hear my cry.
time is slowly passing me by.
I know that I must never fall.
I look around and see you there.
you speak to me with gentle words.
I've waited so long, I've waited so long
and now my time has finally come.
Love Of Hatred Ian K. wrote these lyrics as one of our first songs. Full of early high school conflict.
when I talk to you why do you turn and walk away?
Do you know how worthless I feel?
Respect is all I need from you,
please don't walk away I don't need your rejection now.
Love the way you hate me,
hate the way you love me.
Don't keep walking away
I might have to say...
(Love the way you love me,
hate the way you hate me.)
You say that I don't care because I don't buy you things.
(Please don't leave me.)
I'm not rich so all I can give you is my love.
(How could you stay away?)
You brush me off unless you want something from me.
(Please don't walk away.)
Please don't turn away I don't need your rejection now.
(I couldn't stand it if I lost you now.)
Love the way you hate me,
hate the way you love me.
Don't keep walking away
I might have to say...
(Love the way you love me,
hate the way you hate me.)
It is over I refuse to be abused.
(In another time, another place I)
Your inconsiderate act will get you in the end.
(could have told you what I can't tell you now:)
But until then you can suffer in your own hate.
(I love you so, I love you so, I love you so.)
Love the way you hate me,
hate the way you love me.
Don't keep walking away
I might have to say...
(Love the way you love me,
hate the way you hate me.)
Maile(tion) A fifteen-style ditty about a summertime love. Ian K. wrote these as well.
Sunset's behind us,
kites fall from the sky,
laying in the tall grass,
as I stare into sea green eyes.
Your sea green eyes.
Did we lose the feeling from so many years ago,
tried to turn back the clock but time goes so slow.
Did we lose the feeling from so many years ago,
tried to turn back the clock but time goes so slow.
Feel your hair,
running through my fingers,
you seem so far away now,
will I ever see you again?
See you again.
Did we lose the feeling from so many years ago,
tried to turn back the clock but time goes so slow.
Did we lose the feeling from so many years ago,
tried to turn back the clock but time goes so slow.
I can't be right for you,
but at two in the morning I don't care,
so when I'm gone and far away
would you stop sometime and think of me.
Just think of me.
Marin First year of college crush song.
Butterfly
passed me by
once again.
All I want is more than you can give.
All alone.
So far from home.
Guess i'll ask you to a show.
All I want is more than you can...
All I want is more than you can give.
You said no.
I bet your boyfriend told you that you couldn't go.
I guess I'm not surprised.
All I want is more than you can...
All I want is more than you can...
All I want is more than you can give.
Shed a tear.
Disappear.
Say goodbye.
All I wanted was more than you could...
All I wanted was more than you could...
All I wanted was more than you could...
All I wanted was more than you could give.
Memories A song about leaving a girl, I guess.
Going to the park at night,
just to hold each other tight
and to watch the sky through the trees
we'll always share these memories.
Thinking of your smiling face,
thinking of that special place.
All you've said is in your eyes.
We'll always share these memories.
When you're all alone,
thinking that you'll never know,
just remember we
will always share these memories.
Mother An environmental song!
Slowly she falls away.
Neglect has torn her away.
Her scarred face is painful to see
but no people stand in her way.
Our mother earth she tells us how to live.
Our mother earth she tells us what to give.
She shows us what we're doing wrong.
She told us how to write this song.
We treat her badly now.
If only we could find out how
to right the wrongs we try to hide,
to change something deep inside.
Our mother earth she tells us how to live.
Our mother earth she tells us what to give.
She shows us what we're doing wrong.
She told us how to write this song.
The people disappeared
but it wasn't them that she feared.
It was the things they tried to do,
unlike the kids like me and you.
We found out what was going wrong
and put it into a song.
They listened, they changed their ways
and we all lived to see today.
Our mother earth she tells us how to live.
Our mother earth she tells us what to give.
She shows us what we're doing wrong.
She told us how to write this song.
Nice Guys Never Win Just so you know, we wrote this before Green Day wrote "Nice Guys Finish Last." We name-drop some Seattle ska refereneces in this one.
Nice guys never win.
Nice guys never win.
Nice guys never win.
So I guess i'm trying to be a loser.
He brought a flower up to her door.
She smiled and said she wanted more.
He went a got a whole bouquet
and she just laughed and then she turned away.
Nice guys never win.
Nice guys never win.
Nice guys never win.
So I guess i'm trying to be a loser.
Skanking at the Investigators show
with Donovan singing "woah oh oh oh oh."
A dumb jock bumps in to me
and gets a kick straight to the knee because...
nice guys sometimes win.
Nice guys sometimes win.
Nice guys sometimes win.
So I guess that I won't be a loser.
Once Again Oh my god, this one rhymes. It's about a girl.
Once again I've changed my mind
for the seven-thousandth time.
Once again I've lost my way
so I put it off for another day.
Once again you pass me by
but I think I will not cry.
Once again I fade away
'cause I put it off for another day.
Once again I change my mind
for the seven-millionth time.
Once again I've found my way.
I won't put it off for another day.
Once again I try to try.
why I do, I don't know why.
Once again you turn away
so I put it off for another day.
Polaris Ian K. wrote this one about a girl he liked.
Waiting alone, watching the stars above
wondering if she knows she's the one I'm thinking of.
I want to be with her just to see her smiling at me,
to hold her in my arms and wonder if she feels the same about me.
I look up to the sky
and see Polaris smiling, smiling at me.
Sitting alone, waiting here by the phone
wondering when I'll be able to lose myself in your eyes again,
to hold your ice cold hands, yet they always warm my heart
and when I see you I keep on falling further and further for you.
I look up to the sky
and see Polaris smiling, smiling at me.
So many times in life I've told myself to just give up
and so I never tried to tell anyone how much I cared about them
but now I see with open eyes the beauty that you contain
and now you know how much I care about you.
Popularity I have no idea what this is really about. Maybe about being open and not hating or something?
I took a road that passed it by.
I look outside and see a cloudy sky.
rage builds inside.
Try not to see me cry.
Open my eyes.
I let them see inside.
You love your hate
but I try to ignore my rage.
They look at him and see perfection.
He took the road that I passed by.
He'll never let them see inside his mind.
The price he paid the day he died.
Open my eyes.
I let them see inside.
You love your hate
but I try to ignore my rage.
We met along the way.
I tried to let him pass me by.
He tried to take my soul
but I could not let me go.
Open my eyes.
I let them see inside.
You love your hate
but I try to ignore my rage.
The Professional Another silly song, this one about Natalie Portman.
She is a girl
that we all shouldn't like
but we all still
like her.
Natalie Portman,
she is so cool
as Padme or Mathilda,
she makes us drool.
She might be kind of young
but we still go to sleep.
Thinking of her,
and liking her.
Natalie Portman,
she is so cool
as Padme or Mathilda,
she makes us drool.
[Ian J. ad libs his infatuation with Ms. Portman]
She might be called
a fine young diva
but make no mistake,
she won't like you either.
Natalie Portman,
she is so cool
as Padme or Mathilda,
she makes us drool.
The Same Old Dream An emo song about being skeptical of anything good happening.
I sit in darkness, dreaming of you
and all the things you say and do.
Oh how I wish, I wish I could ignore you
then I wouldn't cry like I do.
If I never get my hopes up,
I'll never be let down.
If I never try to smile
I'll somehow lose this frown.
Once I went and said hello.
why I did, I do not know.
when you said, "Hi how are you?"
I knew that what I felt was true.
If I never get my hopes up,
I'll never be let down.
If I never try to smile
I'll somehow lose this frown.
Now I see you everyday.
You and I go out and play.
I held you once, now what can I do?
All my dreams have finally come true.
If I never get my hopes up,
I'll never be let down.
If I never try to smile
I'll somehow lose this frown.
Tear Ian K. wrote this one. I think about hurting someone's feelings or maybe breaking up with a girl.
Wasn't a big deal but it seemed like the end of the world to you.
Didn't mean anything by what was said.
Don't let me bring you down.
Wasn't a big deal but it seemed like the end of the world to you.
Didn't mean anything by what was said.
Don't let me bring you down.
Put your head on my shoulder.
I'll be here for you. What went wrong?
A million problems encased
in your one single tear.
What was always there came out at once.
Took me by surprise.
I feel the same way sometimes.
Never wanted to hurt you
but we don't always get what we want.
We don't always get what we want.
We don't always get what we want.
We don't always get what we want.
We don't always get what we want.
We don't always get what we want.
We don't always get what we want.
We don't always get what we want.
Put your head on my shoulder.
I'll be here for you. What went wrong?
A million problems encased
in your one single tear.
In your one single tear.
In your one single tear.
In your one single tear.
Terminate And Stay Resident My all-time favorite ht/exit 177 song. About a girl I had a crush on pretty much all the way through high school but missed the moment when she liked me in 10th grade.
I remember the day
you kissed my hand in english class.
I learned that day
that I love the smell of lipstick.
From time to time
I still think of you.
You were my world
but I don't believe
we've ever met.
I don't forget.
I can't forget.
I won't forget.
I wonder what you've done these years,
how school has gone, how life has gone.
Do you remember how
I wrote you books of horrid poetry?
and how I dreamed of you
for three long years?
You were my world
but I don't believe
we've ever met.
I won't forget.
(Ian J. yells)
Today I heard your life hasn't gone that well.
Perhaps that's why you never returned my letters.
But I still thought of you
even though it's been so long.
You were the pedestal
others are measured against.
You were my world
but I don't believe
we've ever met.
I won't forget.
There Comes A Time I think this one is about my grandpas dying.
Survival.
Pain.
Lifetime smoker.
Regret.
Life goes on
without you.
Life goes on
without me.
Old age.
Grand theft.
Handicapped sticker.
Alone.
Life goes on
without you.
Life goes on
without me.
See you for
the last time.
Say goodbye.
with a song.
Thoughts Ian K. wrote this one. It's about a girl.
Sitting here in indecision about of course, a lovely vision.
My feelings I am sure of, the reasons I am not.
Must be something I'm looking for but over time forgot.
Want to tell you how I feel,
that it's here for now and very real.
The moment's ours so let us grasp it,
maybe we'll find something that will last it.
Maybe it's your lovely smile, beautiful, always shining.
Maybe it's the way you act, with joy and all it's findings.
Want to tell you how I feel,
that it's here for now and very real.
The moment's ours so let us grasp it,
maybe we'll find something that will last it.
Three Years, Three Months, Eight Days I wrote this one when my college girlfriend kissed another dude.
January twenty-first
underneath the Milky Way
in the woods with the hippies
I fell in love with you.
June fifteenth, 1996
I figured the first time
that I left you'd find
someone to replace me.
Late September that same year
I suppose I was surprised
to find you hadn't changed
your mind about me.
The next two years
were some of the best
times of my life
with you.
Sometime in the past eight months
I guess you forgot that
you used to love me.
the past few days...
it's been hard to sleep.
Every minute seems like torture.
I look at a photo of you
and I can't forget
the last three years, three months, eight days.
I don't want to forget...
I only want you.
Transparency A song about superficial and fake people.
I met another person.
I know he is so unreal.
I wonder how he can tell me
the same things over and over again.
Oh you are so transparent.
Superficial.
Sometimes I can see just how fake you are.
Sometimes I want to tell you about what you are.
How can you be so unreal?
I can't stand it when you lie to me.
I wonder why you can't ever change.
doesn't it ever trouble your brain?
I see you dancing around.
Don't you realize what it's all about?
Our songs are emotions, something you'll never have
so just quit this never ending act.
Umm... A song about not knowing what to say. Written by Ian K.
Had my eye on you for the longest time.
We had our fun but I couldn't say
all the thoughts running through my mind,
all those words I want to say.
Far away,
far away,
far away,
far away.
Saw you holding each other,
had to walk away to keep from crying.
If I could just get up the nerve
to tell you how I wish things were.
Far away,
far away,
far away,
far away.
You seem to be further and further away
from the love that we never had,
from the romance thats in my head,
what the hell its just a dream.
Far away,
far away,
far away,
far away.
The Untitled Emo Song Here's a song that we never got around to putting lyrics to.
(No lyrics).
Wishes I think this was about some folks growing up too fast or something.
You wish you could be more like me
but I can never see myself upon a pedestal of your lies.
You wish you stood alone
and had a place to call your own but it's all right there inside.
And I
saw your eyes.
They tell no lies,
unlike you.
You wish you were on your own
and had a different home but it's all right there inside.
You wish you were the star
but that won't get you very far in this life.
And I
saw your eyes.
They tell no lies,
unlike you.
You wish you had more friends
to call your own but you can't hear to compromise.
I wish you'd just be you
but you will never change won't even open up your eyes.
And I
saw your eyes.
They tell no lies,
unlike you.
You wish you were the star...
Wonder Another song about a girl that didn't like me.
Sitting alone at night
watching the starry sky.
a shooting star goes by
and then I close my eyes.
I wonder why
I never even tried to try.
I sit alone here and just sigh
and watch the whole world pass me by.
When I closed my eyes
I saw your face inside my mind.
I thought I knew then what was right.
infatuation clouded my sight.
I wonder why
I never even tried to try.
I sit alone here and just sigh
and watch the whole world pass me by.
I wonder.
I wonder.
I wonder.
I wonder.