Stan

Yes.

Sunday Morning

Woke up new

On the morning when I woke up without you for the first time,
I felt free.
And I felt lonely.
And I felt scared.
And I began to talk to myself almost immediately,
Not being used to being the only person there.
Hmm

The first time I made coffee for just myself,
I made too much of it.
But I drank it all,
Just 'cause you hate it when I let things go to waste.
And I wandered through the house, like a little boy lost at the mall.
And an astronaut could've seen the hunger in my eyes from space.

And I sang oh
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do without you?

On the morning when I woke up without you for the first time,
I was cold, so I put on a sweater.
And I turned up the heat.
And the walls began to close in
And I felt so sad and frightened,
I practically ran from the living room out into the street.

And the wind began to blow and all the trees began to bend.
And the world in it's cold way started coming alive.
And I stood there like a businessman waiting for a train.
And I got ready for the future to arrive.

And I sang oh
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I do?

What do I do without you?

Smile

And I'm no different I live in conflict and contradiction but it can be so beautiful
when I don't reject what lies within
It's beautiful the way agony connects us to the living
I think of the world when I hurt, and keep on existing in the now

This city runs fast, no one has time to sit with themselves,no time to look into our pain
or see the same despair in everyone else
its here, its there, its everywhere tears soak each card the dealers dealt
But time taught me how to see every second as heaven even though they're perfectly disguised as hell
And I refuse to let past bruises cover the light
it ain't all good, but its all good enough,
so I know I'm alright

My epiphanies are killing me, but Im keeping it quiet,

Sitting in the sun. Music to my ears.




My paradise is gone and you have thirty seconds to wake up,
From a nightmare with a flooding rush, with memories,
Like this one, caressing your inventive side,
I find pride is my enemy most of the time,
Obsessed with finding answers, guided by voices,
The choices Ive made have been cancerous,
Supposed this, were you, tell me how would you live,
Energy all spent with nothing left to give,
Except a rib and your blessing to be free,
Doesnt sound much like a fair trade to me,
Obviously it was finding the better of both Worlds
No matter how much it hurts and we both deserve,
The company that we keep to let us get good sleep,
Im not weak right now, but its not worth it to eat,
It was never part of the plan to end us like this,
But Im not trying to die for the things I cant admit,

This morning I woke up, the ceiling was spinning,
My eyes couldnt adjust, the sun was beginning,
To pry open the shades and burn through cotton skies,
I reached over to hold you but you were as cold as night,
The room was hot, but your body felt different,
I tried to wake you up, but your head never lifted,
I was whispering into your ear, please dont leave,
She was sleeping in gods arms where I couldnt reach,
Her face was against my chest, the silence was singing,
The song of innocence, feeling like children, again
The moment was stuck, I couldnt breath,
I screamed for someone to help us up hereplease.
Nobody was there, just me and my love,
Wrapped up in the blankets that meant so much,
Touching her skin against mine, the life slipped away,
God stole my heart, but left my body here to stay,


Went to sleep early, You have to be at school by 8
Got out my flashlight to write and not keep her awake,
I stay up to late, always tired in the morning,
Shes kisses me goodbye while im half asleep yawning,
Its not that Im lazy; Ive got things to do,
Not trying to say my art is more important that you,
My epiphanies are killing me, but Im keeping it quiet,
I love to see see angels painting on the inside of her eyelids,
Locked at the legs, if I move shell wake up,
So I stay in this position till my whole bodies numb,
When the room is still, I write to the rhythm of her pulse,

Sometimes you roll over and try to mumble goodnight,
I laugh because your hair is always sticking up to the right,
Brush it away from your face because your smile is on,
Whisper goodnight my love and turn my flashlight off.

Fluid

One of my favorite songs ever.

We're new here

I've been listening to this album a hell of a lot recently. It has a bit of everything in and sounds wonderful on a long drive - I've just got in from the Lake District and it helped ease the drive up.

Sit back and relax.

Taking the piano for a walk

The mission was to encourage more people to use the stairs, I would say that the folks at funtheory.com achieved this. I'm not sure whether it would get boring after a while, but it certaintly seemed to work initially. If only more companies had this attitude:

"We believe that the easiest way to change people's behaviour for the better is by making it fun to do. We call it The fun theory."

http://www.thefuntheory.com

Otomata

Check this out: http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1PTwyv/www.earslap.com/projectslab/otomata

Otomata is a generative sequencer. It employs a cellular automaton type logic.

Each alive cell has 4 states: Up, right, down, left. at each cycle, the cells move themselves in the direction of their internal states. If any cell encounters a wall, it triggers a pitched sound whose frequency is determined by the xy position of collision, and the cell reverses its direction. If a cell encounters another cell on its way, it turns itself clockwise.

This set of rules produces chaotic results in some settings, therefore you can end up with never repeating, gradually evolving sequences. Go add some cells, change their orientation by clicking on them, and press play, experiment, have fun.

If you encounter something you like, just press “Copy Piece Link” and save it somewhere, or better, share it!

An example of what can be done with the link above.

Self Esteem

Bluegrass meets The Offspring - quite possibly the best thing in my world.

Coffee?

Ironically I stumbled upon this while drinking coffee listening to music on my Mac, might have to make some later on!

His face is full of years.

The Boy - Tom Rosenthal

And a poem written by Tom.

Do not not talk to them

Don’t talk to them because they’ll kill you.
Inevitably.
Don’t even look at them because if they see you
looking at them then they WILL kill you.
It will be gruesome to boot.

Whatever you do, do NOT, under any circumstances, accept sweets
from them because they’ll either be poisonous or part of a
devious trap with the end result being your untimely death
(and you had so much to give)

Talk to them.
They’re your friends, enemies, first loves (yes you thought you were in love before but you weren’t), god; they’re even your
birth mother (sorry to break it to you like this), and what’s more;
Everyone you have known or will ever know is one of them.
They are your future, staring you (and then looking away
when
eyes
meet)
right in the face.

Begin.

Underwear Goes Inside the Pants

This homeless guy asked me for money the other day.
I was about to give it to him and then I thought he was going to use it on drugs or alcohol.
And then I thought, that's what I'm going to use it on.
Why am I judging this poor bastard.
People love to judge homeless guys. Like if you give them money they're just going to waste it.
Well, he lives in a box, what do you want him to do? Save it up and buy a wall unit?
Take a little run to the store for a throw rug and a CD rack? He's homeless.
I walked behind this guy the other day.
A homeless guy asked him for money.
He looks right at the homeless guy and says why don't you go get a job you bum.
People always say that to homeless guys like it is so easy.
This homeless guy was wearing his underwear outside his pants.
Outside his pants. I'm guessing his resume isn't all up to date.
I'm predicting some problems during the interview process.
I'm pretty sure even McDonalds has a "underwear goes inside the pants" policy.
Not that they enforce it really strictly, but technically I'm sure it is on the books.

Lab Rats

Find more artists like Lab Rats at Myspace Music

This ones called the well.

I could not work
So I threw a bottle into the woods
And then I felt bad
For the doe paw
And the rabbit paw
So I went looking for the pieces
Of the bottle that I threw
Because I couldn�t work

I went deep
Further than i could throw
And i came upon an old abandoned well
All boarded over
With a drip hanging from the bucket still

Well I watched that drip but it would not drop
I watched that drip but it would not drop
I knew what I had to do
Had to pull those boards off the well

When I got the boards off
I stared into the black black black
And you know I had to yell
Just to get my voice back

I guess everybody has their own thing
That they yell into a well

I gave it a coupla hoots
A hello
And a fuck all y�all

I guess everybody has their own thing
That they yell into a well

And as I stood like that
Staring into the black black black
I felt a cool wet kiss
On the back of my neck

Dang

I knew if I stood up
The drip would roll down my back
Into no man�s land

So I stayed like that
Staring into the black black black

Well they say black is all colours at once
So I gave it my red rage my yellow streak
The greenest parts of me
And my blues I knew just what I had to do

I had to turn around and go back
And let that drip roll down my back
And I felt so bad about that

But wouldn�t you know
When I turned to go
Another drip was forming
On the bottom of the bucket
And I felt so good about that

Coco Rosie

Coco Rosie produce the most beautiful but eery music.

I once fell in love with you, just because the sky turned from grey into blue.

Waiting for the beat to kick in

This song is by Dan le sac and Scroobius pip. These guys are great. I saw them live this year and they where fantastic.

This song has been cut off as it won't fit on youtube. However, it is bascially cut into two parts anyway.

This song really means a lot to me and I hope that you too can enjoy it.

Dan le sac vs. scroobius pip album is out now feel free to buy it.

Waiting for the beat to kick in

This song is by Dan le sac and Scroobius pip. These guys are great. I saw them live this year and they where fantastic.

This song has been cut off as it won't fit on youtube. However, it is bascially cut into two parts anyway.

This song really means a lot to me and I hope that you too can enjoy it.

Dan le sac vs. scroobius pip album is out now feel free to buy it.