song

Fading

Fading

You say you love me

Well they feel like words to me

Well this just ain't working

Stop thinking you can run over me

I'm drifting, I'm settling

Off to a foreign place

If I can't see what's in front of me

It's a mystery, well then apparently

Things just ain't the same

And I'm ready for change

Go on, begone, bye bye, so long

Can't you see that you're

Fading, fading, fading, fa-a-a-a-away

Away, away, away, away

I opened up my eyes, and I finally realized

Today, today, it's too late

You're fading away

Put a sock in it just stop running your mouth

Got my mind made up, I ain't coming back again

No way, no way, no way, no way

'Cuz I'm so fed up, boy you got me messed up

If you hit me back up, don't press your luck today, today

I'm blowing you away

Things just ain't the same

And I'm ready for change

Go on, begone, bye bye, so long

Can't you see that you're

Fading, fading, fading, fa-a-a-a-away

Away, away, away, away

I opened up my eyes, and I finally realized

Today, today, it's too late

You're fading away

So you turned into a ghost right in front of my eyes

Tell me what's a girl to do when she's crying inside

I'm about to go and say

I'm jumping off this train

Whether wrong or right, I'll be gone by night

Can't you see that you're

Fading, fading, fading, fa-a-a-a-away

Away, away, away, away

I opened up my eyes, and I finally realized

Today, today, it's too late

You're fading away

Breaking Your Own Heart

Breaking Your Own Heart

Shaking your head like it's all wrong

Before you're here you're already gone

And even with the light all around you

You're all alone in the dark

You're breaking your own heart

Taking it too far down the lonely road

You say it's just one love

But when it's close enough you just let it go

The very thing you've been the most afraid of

You've been doing it from the start, breaking your own heart

Too many tears, too many falls

It's easy to hear behind these walls

But you don't have to walk in the shadows

Life is so hard

You're breaking your own heart

Taking it too far down the lonely road

You say it's just one love

But when it's close enough you just let it go

The very thing you've been the most afraid of

You've been doing it from the start, breaking your own heart

You're breaking your own heart

It's not too late, I'm still right here

If only you let go of your fears

You're breaking your heart

Taking your own heart down the lonely road

You say it's just one love

But when it's close enough you just let it go

The very thing you've been the most afraid of

You've been doing it from the start, breaking your own heart

You're breaking your own heart

Sandman the Rapping Cowboy

After the Sandman documentary Roll Out Cowboy, Chris Sand, aka Sandman the Rapping Cowboy, took the stage for a rousing set, including new songs. Here's a sample of one of the songs.


Sandman at the Capitol Theater

p.s. I thought the film was great, very funny, I laughed a lot.

Playing music in our streets

I`ve become enamored with the mythology and historical context of what music once was within older cultures. As my experience is very limited to this industrial version that I`ve come to know and fear. My experience has been widely cultured by a limited amount of approved albums that made it through the pasturization process. It seems before filtration and domination became an economy fueled marketing goal that music was well known as the applied priveledge of observation, insight, and "free" time. As well its the application of skills and the science of vibrato.

It makes sense that something coming from the combination of so many valued resources would become commodified and bridaled by a market controlled cultuer.

It makes sharing somewhat scary.

However i love to play music, in wide open spaces, in echoing spaces, or near the water. What makes it easy to share the music I write or play is too remind myself that nothing is mine, its not mine to protect or hoard but instead it is a combination of every thing that has been shared with me in the past, However those vibrations reached me they were someones, or from stereo recordings that have become the fabric of my own voice and music i play today, And to not share those gifts that were given to me would be awful,

First meeting of Gender Tales! This Wednesday, April 7th!

Hello! We know the Vagina Monologues just happened and put us all in the mood to focus on our own experiences, our own community, our own ideas of gender. Now the opportunity has presented itself! A group of people are putting together a new series of performances made by our own community, including all genders, all ages, all sizes, all backgrounds, all capabilities! Welcome to "Gender Tales" (working title)! A cooperative series of performances, be they monologues, dances, songs, poems, or any mixed media... We are in the beginning stages of this project and are in need of more help. If you would like to be part of this project in any way, please write to us right now!! olygendertales@gmail.com
We have multiple opportunities available for participation:
1) Write/Choreograph/Design/Create/[Whatever] an individual performance, submit anonymously (or not) for someone else to perform.
2) Perform someone else's story/vision.
3) Create AND perform your own story!
If you have a story in mind, but you feel it may not fit directly under the title of gender, THAT'S OKAY! We want to hear your stories of cope, identity, etc.... So bring them to our first meeting: WEDNESDAY, APRIL 7th, 2010, from 6-8pm at Caffe Vita in downtown Oly. If you cannot make it to the first meeting e-mail or call us. We are looking to create a close and safe community within the performance group.
e-mail: olygendertales@gmail.com
or call Erica: (818) 687-1624

We Care A Lot by Faith No More

I heard this song on FRO yesterday, and loved it, so I want to share it with you.

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