Today marks the end of an era.
A time when a dream has expired and must wander on.
She taught me what it means to be a man.
She took my breathe away for good and for bad.
She showed me new ways to look at life.
She taught me that sorrow is an essential part of the human experience.
But most of all she taught me love.
Call her Eve if you will.
The first of her kind.
An enigma if you may.
Complete mystery and total understanding somehow coexisting.
And today I let go of this dream, this nightmare, this reverie
That has stayed with me, inspired me, taught me to truly live.
For it is the end of an era.
Solace out
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Concept Songs
So Moose has recently turned me on to concept writing. So I took my spin with it and my lyrics. Here's lyrics to a song I wrote up tonight. It's about a girl in a relationship that's abusive in some way and she thinks she just can't get out. Her name is Skye and I loaded the song full of double meaning words. Lemme know what you think. Hangman out.
Saving The Skye
Verse 1
Some nights, There’s a look in her eyes
Of a scared girl, who doesn’t cry
But if I can just see her smile
I’m reminded of why
I’ve chosen to fight
Pre-chorus
And when she comes down
I’ll be around
Reaching to
Save the Skye
Chorus
‘Cause on the inside
There’s this girl I love
Hiding behind
Those bloodshot eyes.
And when it comes down
And she’s going through hell
I’ll be standing there
Right by her side
Verse 2
Dreaming of her ends in mourning
The sleepless nights, the restless days
I’ve found the answer, solved the problem
Broken a friendship, saved a life
Knowing I must bury the Son
To save the girl, hold up the Skye
Saving The Skye
Verse 1
Some nights, There’s a look in her eyes
Of a scared girl, who doesn’t cry
But if I can just see her smile
I’m reminded of why
I’ve chosen to fight
Pre-chorus
And when she comes down
I’ll be around
Reaching to
Save the Skye
Chorus
‘Cause on the inside
There’s this girl I love
Hiding behind
Those bloodshot eyes.
And when it comes down
And she’s going through hell
I’ll be standing there
Right by her side
Verse 2
Dreaming of her ends in mourning
The sleepless nights, the restless days
I’ve found the answer, solved the problem
Broken a friendship, saved a life
Knowing I must bury the Son
To save the girl, hold up the Skye
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Harleys
I ran across this quote online and just thought I would share it with the motorcycling world.
Difference between a Harley and a Hoover is the position of the DIRTBAG.
Difference between a Harley and a Hoover is the position of the DIRTBAG.
Friday, April 24, 2009
The Girls
So summer is about to be in full swing, so there are going to be a lot of posts about my projects... Yes the motorcycles. So I figure I should make introductions now. Photos to come in the next few days.
Susan is a 1983 Suzuki Gs650gl that I am converting from a standard to a cafe racer... Currently she is in the middle of a face lift and lays in many pieces around the garage. But She is my baby and my pride.
Temperance is a 2000 Kawasaki Ninja Ex250 that is Zach's learning bike and is said named because of her lack of will to cooperate... She also lays in pieces across the garage, but fewer and in closer to running condition. It's amazing how much stuff you need to take off of a sport bike to check the fuses, pull of the carbs and switch out the spark plugs.
Tiffany and Britney are our twin Yamaha F600's. Tiffany is a 1985 and Britney is a 1984. They were most recently purchased and are some of the sweetest 80's bikes I have ever seen. Those we are polishing up and selling one and then Zach is upgrading to the other. So for $1000 for the both of them and an estimated $300 more for parts to get them both running nice and plush but not perfect and an estimated sale cost of between $1300 and $1700 a piece I think we are doing alright...
Today Zach and I spent most of the day problem hoping from one bike to the next getting problems fixed until we got frustrated then moved to the next. It was a good day. And like I said, pictures to come.
Hangman out.
Susan is a 1983 Suzuki Gs650gl that I am converting from a standard to a cafe racer... Currently she is in the middle of a face lift and lays in many pieces around the garage. But She is my baby and my pride.
Temperance is a 2000 Kawasaki Ninja Ex250 that is Zach's learning bike and is said named because of her lack of will to cooperate... She also lays in pieces across the garage, but fewer and in closer to running condition. It's amazing how much stuff you need to take off of a sport bike to check the fuses, pull of the carbs and switch out the spark plugs.
Tiffany and Britney are our twin Yamaha F600's. Tiffany is a 1985 and Britney is a 1984. They were most recently purchased and are some of the sweetest 80's bikes I have ever seen. Those we are polishing up and selling one and then Zach is upgrading to the other. So for $1000 for the both of them and an estimated $300 more for parts to get them both running nice and plush but not perfect and an estimated sale cost of between $1300 and $1700 a piece I think we are doing alright...
Today Zach and I spent most of the day problem hoping from one bike to the next getting problems fixed until we got frustrated then moved to the next. It was a good day. And like I said, pictures to come.
Hangman out.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Cause and Effect
Today was an interesting day... One of those days where, at the beginning nothing seems to be working the way it should, but in the end you know that each little thing happened because God decided it would just that way.
So it starts off with me waking up at Zak's house. We were supposed to go back to my place and work on bikes all afternoon, but I had a wicked headache and dad wasn't happy and needed his car back... It was a miserable day to be doing anything like that anyways, cold and rainy. So nothing at all was happening all day and out of frustration I just sat and wrote out the music to my most recent lyrics in powertab and went over Alan's musical difficulties with him.
I had the car last night so I let Blake have it tonight. No one really cared to put much effort into letting me know if anything was going on except Zak and Nathan, and Zak doesn't have transportation and Nathan was exhausted anyways. So on goes the night with me being ignored by the 2 groups of people I really wanted to see that night and of course the frustration grows... I start getting nuts when 11 rolls around and Blake is supposed to be back with the car. He gets home and I immediately head over to Nathans to smoke pipes and just talk.
On the way over to Nathans the back left tire on the Jeep seemed to be making funny noises, but I'll get to that. So pretty much as soon as I had light my pipe up I get a call from Josh and the Canadians telling me to come right over. In all reality I was totally torn between smoking another couple of pipefulls with Nathan and going right over there to see everyone. So I picked the middle ground and finished the one we had started and headed out.
Leaving Nathans my tire was making some really weird noise, like it had something attached to it that was flopping every time the wheel turned. So at about 6200 south it blows out... I bet you guys saw that one coming... And that was, what I thought, the last thing I needed, to be out in the cold (thank God it had stopped raining) switching out my tire.
So as I'm getting everything ready, and Josh and Dani are coming down to give me some light an old trucker was conveniently also broken down right across the street. One of his air hoses had blown and he needed to get replacement clamps to keep the spare one on... It's midnight of Easter Sunday in Sandy, Utah, with nothing around. So the trucker, named Gordy, was a saint and helped me fix my tire faster in exchange for a ride to the top of the hill to see if that gas station had any clamps.
So we get everything taken care of and I tell Josh and Dani that I'll meet up with them as soon as possible, that I'm going to help Gordy find the parts he needs. The gas station at the top of the hill was inevitably closed. He told me that he would give me some gas money if I helped him find somewhere in the area. I didn't really want the money but the company and a new adventure sounded like a great plan to me. We spend the better part of the next 2 hours looking in convenience stores and walmarts for the stupid clamps that everywhere that sells anything that has to do with cars should have... During this time we talk about God, my parents divorce, his life as a trucker and such. I could tell that he had a pretty solid head on his shoulders when it comes to that sort of stuff. We looked in EVERY single possible place we could on that side of town for the stupid clamps, nothing. So he tells me that he knows that they have them at the truckers station on 21st and Redwood, a good 15 mile drive out, and that he could give me more money if I could get him out there. I knew Gordy absolutely needed these parts to get where he had to be on time, so of course I helped him out. The ensuing half hour ride there and back was filled with wonderful conversation about learning to have a servants heart, and that almost no one anymore is willing to help out like I was to him that night. When we got back to his truck he asked me if I would like any fresh fruit. He was carrying mangoes and gave me 2 mangoes and a 20 dollar bill, one mango for each parent because he knows they are going through a tough time and that that was really all he had to give.
I drove around with a saint tonight. A man who truly understood what service was about. I don't think hes been to church in years, but he truly understood that we were put here to help each other out. If I had had anything to do all day, If Blake hadn't run over something to puncture the tire, If I hadn't been indecisive at Nathans I wouldn't have ever met Gordy. But I saved his ass tonight by getting him the parts he needed on a day that it should have been impossible to get anything. And Gordy showed me that really men of God are sometimes the ones you least expect.
Goodnight and Godbless
Hangman
So it starts off with me waking up at Zak's house. We were supposed to go back to my place and work on bikes all afternoon, but I had a wicked headache and dad wasn't happy and needed his car back... It was a miserable day to be doing anything like that anyways, cold and rainy. So nothing at all was happening all day and out of frustration I just sat and wrote out the music to my most recent lyrics in powertab and went over Alan's musical difficulties with him.
I had the car last night so I let Blake have it tonight. No one really cared to put much effort into letting me know if anything was going on except Zak and Nathan, and Zak doesn't have transportation and Nathan was exhausted anyways. So on goes the night with me being ignored by the 2 groups of people I really wanted to see that night and of course the frustration grows... I start getting nuts when 11 rolls around and Blake is supposed to be back with the car. He gets home and I immediately head over to Nathans to smoke pipes and just talk.
On the way over to Nathans the back left tire on the Jeep seemed to be making funny noises, but I'll get to that. So pretty much as soon as I had light my pipe up I get a call from Josh and the Canadians telling me to come right over. In all reality I was totally torn between smoking another couple of pipefulls with Nathan and going right over there to see everyone. So I picked the middle ground and finished the one we had started and headed out.
Leaving Nathans my tire was making some really weird noise, like it had something attached to it that was flopping every time the wheel turned. So at about 6200 south it blows out... I bet you guys saw that one coming... And that was, what I thought, the last thing I needed, to be out in the cold (thank God it had stopped raining) switching out my tire.
So as I'm getting everything ready, and Josh and Dani are coming down to give me some light an old trucker was conveniently also broken down right across the street. One of his air hoses had blown and he needed to get replacement clamps to keep the spare one on... It's midnight of Easter Sunday in Sandy, Utah, with nothing around. So the trucker, named Gordy, was a saint and helped me fix my tire faster in exchange for a ride to the top of the hill to see if that gas station had any clamps.
So we get everything taken care of and I tell Josh and Dani that I'll meet up with them as soon as possible, that I'm going to help Gordy find the parts he needs. The gas station at the top of the hill was inevitably closed. He told me that he would give me some gas money if I helped him find somewhere in the area. I didn't really want the money but the company and a new adventure sounded like a great plan to me. We spend the better part of the next 2 hours looking in convenience stores and walmarts for the stupid clamps that everywhere that sells anything that has to do with cars should have... During this time we talk about God, my parents divorce, his life as a trucker and such. I could tell that he had a pretty solid head on his shoulders when it comes to that sort of stuff. We looked in EVERY single possible place we could on that side of town for the stupid clamps, nothing. So he tells me that he knows that they have them at the truckers station on 21st and Redwood, a good 15 mile drive out, and that he could give me more money if I could get him out there. I knew Gordy absolutely needed these parts to get where he had to be on time, so of course I helped him out. The ensuing half hour ride there and back was filled with wonderful conversation about learning to have a servants heart, and that almost no one anymore is willing to help out like I was to him that night. When we got back to his truck he asked me if I would like any fresh fruit. He was carrying mangoes and gave me 2 mangoes and a 20 dollar bill, one mango for each parent because he knows they are going through a tough time and that that was really all he had to give.
I drove around with a saint tonight. A man who truly understood what service was about. I don't think hes been to church in years, but he truly understood that we were put here to help each other out. If I had had anything to do all day, If Blake hadn't run over something to puncture the tire, If I hadn't been indecisive at Nathans I wouldn't have ever met Gordy. But I saved his ass tonight by getting him the parts he needed on a day that it should have been impossible to get anything. And Gordy showed me that really men of God are sometimes the ones you least expect.
Goodnight and Godbless
Hangman
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Early Morning Inspiration
So... the scene starts like this... It's 3 am and I'm exhausted. I go outside for a cigarette to slow my mind down, and I'm just struck by the beautiful night around me and had an inner awakening of sorts, and I walked inside and wrote these lyrics, that odds are, I'm going to hate in the morning and think they are lame. But here they are fresh and unfinished. Still need to write a verse 2, but I figure that will come when I wake up here in uh... 3 hours... Nix that, here I am back, just half an hour later adding my verse 2 to it, and I already am starting to hate it because its SOOO cliche... But I think I'll keep it, because its all from the heart.
Finding Solace
Verse 1
It's been a long time
Since I felt this way
Or cared to write a song
In a major key
But some things in life
They change the game
Been waiting for you
To call my name
Chorus
But she sings like an angel
Enraptured by her voice
There's comfort in her eyes
And a reason to rejoice
Dances like a shooting star
Across the sky
Oh there's hurt in her heart
But it's captivated mine
Verse 2
It’s been a long road of struggles
To bring us here
And a longer road ahead
‘Till I’ll find you near
But times like these
I find it worth the fight
Wishing you were here
With me tonight
Tag
I've found my
Solace
Finding Solace
Verse 1
It's been a long time
Since I felt this way
Or cared to write a song
In a major key
But some things in life
They change the game
Been waiting for you
To call my name
Chorus
But she sings like an angel
Enraptured by her voice
There's comfort in her eyes
And a reason to rejoice
Dances like a shooting star
Across the sky
Oh there's hurt in her heart
But it's captivated mine
Verse 2
It’s been a long road of struggles
To bring us here
And a longer road ahead
‘Till I’ll find you near
But times like these
I find it worth the fight
Wishing you were here
With me tonight
Tag
I've found my
Solace
Monday, April 6, 2009
Productivity
Finally some good news. I got my ass in gear today and got some stuff done, putting the cafe racer project in to gear. Got the carburetors off to switch out the throttle cables (the old cable honestly could have snapped at any moment, time for a new one.) Sadly as I had feared, the tank seems to have acquired some sediment and the carbs seem to be in need of cleaning again after sitting in an impound yard for two weeks, then not being properly winterized... Both of those are oops's on my part. I went to the parts store and got some advice on how to put the throttle housing back together and make it bar end mirror compatible and got a new fuel filter, tomorrow hopefully I'll pull the carbs apart and clean them out, maybe adjust the floats, but probably not, get them back in and reinstall the throttle, choke etc, and get that part conquered. Clean the sediment out of the tank too and toss that back on and we could actually have a running motorcycle tomorrow afternoon... But in all honest, since what should take 1 or 2 days of hard work always ends up taking 2 weeks. Lets shoot for a running bike by mid May.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
The Tide and it's Takers
Riding home tonight on my now probationed license I was listening to some good, old fashioned, Alaskan hardcore, 36 Crazyfists. And the final song on their most recent album came on and it really hit me hard. It starts off as just the singer and an acoustic guitar playing a dark but mellow melody and singing about the times that we all know, that we will always remember. Times that hurt, times that have really defined who we are. The song goes on to build, masterfully, but keeps the same mellow idea and same tone through the whole song. Here's the lyrics, I suggest everyone look the song up and enjoy
The Tide and it's Takers - 36 Crazyfists
Open to May, when we were young and brave
Took steps to remove me, I'll come in and out with the tides
The lost and the love, I admire
You had every chance to close this, to take it all down and out of sight
Where there's nothing to find and there's nothing to hide
Your breath fills my skin, all the way in
In the event of an emergency, I'll ask for your saving again
Return to now, as we are opened wide
Underneath the haze of lights and scents of cigarettes and lies
So say your goodbyes and let it all die tonight
'Cause you have every chance to close this, and let it all in and out of sight, where there's nothing to hide, where faith buries strike
Your breath fills my skin, all the way in
In the event of an emergency, I'll ask for your saving again
I'd sleep in mountains of rain to never escape from the endless you
And we'll side step the masses and live life through the glasses of truth
And you'll never go away
Yeah, you'll never go away
The Tide and it's Takers - 36 Crazyfists
Open to May, when we were young and brave
Took steps to remove me, I'll come in and out with the tides
The lost and the love, I admire
You had every chance to close this, to take it all down and out of sight
Where there's nothing to find and there's nothing to hide
Your breath fills my skin, all the way in
In the event of an emergency, I'll ask for your saving again
Return to now, as we are opened wide
Underneath the haze of lights and scents of cigarettes and lies
So say your goodbyes and let it all die tonight
'Cause you have every chance to close this, and let it all in and out of sight, where there's nothing to hide, where faith buries strike
Your breath fills my skin, all the way in
In the event of an emergency, I'll ask for your saving again
I'd sleep in mountains of rain to never escape from the endless you
And we'll side step the masses and live life through the glasses of truth
And you'll never go away
Yeah, you'll never go away
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
The Angry Blog
This is going to be the angry blog.
This is a wonderful week. Still unemployed with 0 prospects, Alaska and Hawaii are looking to be considerably harder to reach than originally planned. The DMV sent me a letter saying that I need to go in to a branch and make an appointment for something or another inevitably saying that my license is on probation or something to that effect. The girl I first fell in love with just got engaged to the guy she dumped me for, and I got that news second-handed from a friend talking nonchalant about it. And I finally found a girl i connect really well with, she's going through hell and all I have done is bust my ass to make sure shes ok, but despite how well we connected the first few days, she has promptly started to ignore me and not take my hand of help. I just don't get it on that one... really... All I have done is try to help, and when we are together its like being on the clouds, but now I'm ignored, my help isn't accepted and I get to watch her fall apart alone...
But.
Would I change a few of these situations for the better?
Yes
But.
Would I trade this life for one that knows not what suffering means?
No, never would I want something other than this, because this is real, and I know I'm doing all I can for my life, and it's something that I have made mine.
PTFO
This is a wonderful week. Still unemployed with 0 prospects, Alaska and Hawaii are looking to be considerably harder to reach than originally planned. The DMV sent me a letter saying that I need to go in to a branch and make an appointment for something or another inevitably saying that my license is on probation or something to that effect. The girl I first fell in love with just got engaged to the guy she dumped me for, and I got that news second-handed from a friend talking nonchalant about it. And I finally found a girl i connect really well with, she's going through hell and all I have done is bust my ass to make sure shes ok, but despite how well we connected the first few days, she has promptly started to ignore me and not take my hand of help. I just don't get it on that one... really... All I have done is try to help, and when we are together its like being on the clouds, but now I'm ignored, my help isn't accepted and I get to watch her fall apart alone...
But.
Would I change a few of these situations for the better?
Yes
But.
Would I trade this life for one that knows not what suffering means?
No, never would I want something other than this, because this is real, and I know I'm doing all I can for my life, and it's something that I have made mine.
PTFO
Sunday, March 15, 2009
I Disappear
So I'm in Cardston, AB and last night was a rough night that inspired this song, It's not finished, but I've got both verses and the chorus down.
I Disappear
Verse 1
I'm sick of feeling all alone
The only one the way I am
But try as I might within the crowd
No one gives a damn
I'm sick of being all alone
In search of who I am
There comes a time with everyone
When it's time to take a stand
Chorus
And I
Could Disappear
Run Away
Far from here
And I
Could shed a tear
Fall apart
Live in fear (of me)
Verse 2
I’m sick of feeling all alone
Always misunderstood
Words and phrases, whispers, rumors
I’ve always done all I could
I’m sick of being all alone
Lost in this game of life
Pushing on through it all
Trying to balance on the knife
I Disappear
Verse 1
I'm sick of feeling all alone
The only one the way I am
But try as I might within the crowd
No one gives a damn
I'm sick of being all alone
In search of who I am
There comes a time with everyone
When it's time to take a stand
Chorus
And I
Could Disappear
Run Away
Far from here
And I
Could shed a tear
Fall apart
Live in fear (of me)
Verse 2
I’m sick of feeling all alone
Always misunderstood
Words and phrases, whispers, rumors
I’ve always done all I could
I’m sick of being all alone
Lost in this game of life
Pushing on through it all
Trying to balance on the knife
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Here We Be Men
It's nights like this that in the morning we all ask ourselves,
Were we living last night,
Or just dying a little bit more.
Well Here's my answer.
It's nights like this we laugh,
It's nights like this we cry,
It's nights like this we love all,
It's nights like this we also hate all,
It's nights like this we fall,
So that nights like this we learn to stand,
So that as nights like this continue to come,
We stand strong,
We stand smart,
We stand as men,
And as I look up at the sky
To see your face,
I raise a glass and say
It's nights like this we know what it means to be human,
It's nights like this we Truly Live
Were we living last night,
Or just dying a little bit more.
Well Here's my answer.
It's nights like this we laugh,
It's nights like this we cry,
It's nights like this we love all,
It's nights like this we also hate all,
It's nights like this we fall,
So that nights like this we learn to stand,
So that as nights like this continue to come,
We stand strong,
We stand smart,
We stand as men,
And as I look up at the sky
To see your face,
I raise a glass and say
It's nights like this we know what it means to be human,
It's nights like this we Truly Live
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Magnet
Alright, so i know i havent kept up with this at all. To be honest its because im feeling more and more detached from everything i am, so i have neglected this seemingly pointless blog.... So in air of that, here's a question to the air. Why do i always seem to attract women with loads upon loads of issues. And I'm not talking about like over time they tend to develop an attraction to me... NO NOT AT ALL, like I'm talking some are all but saying love at first sight sort of stuff, some have never even seen my face in person... Holy shit! I mean, what the hell, and if they aren't attracted to me in that sort of way they seem to make me their savior, place their every problem on me... Now there are a few girls who i love, live for even, to help, but they know that, and they dont abuse me. Why can't stable people be attracted to me the way i draw these others to me like a magnet?
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