Once Best Friend

This song was written upon request. She's a good friend; I happily obliged. The theme is hers. JBoy taught me the chorus chords just yesterday morning. Verse chords are part of my fondly go-to's.

Strum -> Gibberish -> Strum -> Wordflow -> Strum -> Write down -> Strum w/Words -> Done

The throat is a wreck caught from a house sharing sickness. Open the windows yo, drink some [gin &?] juice. Yeahm I like mah teas. But for now, this recording stands.

Once Best Friend

Were best friends

We know this

To go across, it must end

Our time line

it unwinds

though I loved you I too must live

Can't be there

If you're not there

Deeper than what I wanted

So Stateside

My plane ride

I find a life worth living

You know, you know

you're too far away

from me, from me

To be together

So go, so go

and leave me be

alone, alone

Tears shed

I'm wasted

But they won't fill an ocean

I just crossed

So instead

I move on right on ahead

You play games

once best friend

But I've already gone ahead

Here Stateside

I live life

Without one love I once had

You know, you know

you're too far away

from me, from me

To be together

So go, so go

and leave me be

alone, alone

'Cause I'm happy

Without you I'm already happy

Harana (Eraserheads Cover) - Justin & Kelby

Welcome to Eastside San Jose.

Yes this is a serenade in the morning. 

The one at the right is Kelby.  He's a cool cat.

The headless one is Justin. He's kind of a douche.

She's the One Who Likes All My Pretty Songs

Hey - she's the one who likes all my pretty songs
And she likes to sing along and she likes to shoot her cunt
But she knows not what it means
Knows not what it means and I say:

She's the one who likes all my pretty songs
And she likes to sing along and she likes to shoot her cunt
But she knows not what it means
Knows not what it means when I say, yeah




*If you haven't caught it yet, it's a lyrical twist on Nirvana's In Bloom. Sing along if you know the words . . .

That to This Heart

That shut down cold heart
shuts down the pour of this heart, Poor Heart
Kept open to burn but
to be just burned in return
hang hooks, heft of wrought iron
Rips low the beats to lower-the-casket tempos
of cries and aftershock sighs and sighs and cry again
because foolish motley left open to show fucking care for
To pour warmth of this heart to that cold heart
The endeavor made hush by quiet and vain silence
because self-queen esteem and what you got
is
in truth
No Heart, that heart

Fare Well Lovely

Another morning recording ghetto rig. Say "Hi" Santa.

You were always kind to me. You just may be the girl most written. You may never know this just one more tune is again for you, Parachute Girl. I hope for the best for you oh Modern Lovely and it's a hope carried in this song.

Farewell . . .

Farewell . . .





Fare Well Lovely


Oh Modern Lovely, how I loved thee
For the good that you are, do you see it yourself?
When you smiled my world it smiled
And how lovely you are made everything well


And I understand that you must go now
Live on, live on, live on
and I hope for your best


So fly happy oh Modern Lovely
Fare thee well, hope to see you again
When found smile let it shine on
Let us know that you're doing so well

And I understand that you must go now
Live on, live on, live on
and I hope for your best

Troubles got you down
But trouble will let you go
Let you go if you go out


So fly happy oh Modern Lovely
Fare thee well, hope to see you again
When found smile let it shine on
Let us know that you're doing so well
So fly happy
So fly happy
Oh Modern Lovely

So fly happy

So fly happy

So fly happy, farewell

For those wondering what the tuft of hair was at the top of the picture
 above? That's Nick a.k.a Nick-Nick a.k.a. ButtFace, chillin' in
the morning on my windowsill. Yup, ML was kind to him too.