The best songs come from experience.

The best songs come from experience.

So, I’ve decided to get more serious about music.

I started writing songs last week and I have about 50+ ideas started. Obviously, very rough drafts, ideas. They are more like blog posts, journal entries, stories right now than songs. Fleshing them out will come in time with tweaking and what not. I actually find it easy to come up with ideas for songs, but having a page of lyrics is in my opinion the easy part. I need to learn how to write music, which will help determine the shape the lyrics take on the page.

Unfortunately, I suck at that right now ; )

Okay, decided I don’t feel like making another post tonight so I decided to post a song instead. I absolutely love this song. And like the song, I too wish I was myself again.

And yes, I’m pretty sure I have a “man-crush” on Brandon Flowers… but don’t worry ladies, I still love you lol 😉 Enjoy the song and take care.

Well, writing all that about Justin got me pretty depressed. The good really do die young.

I am going to change the subject for myself and leave soon for the Combichrist show tonight.

I wish I had something cool to say to sign off. Some people say “peace out” and such things but that just sounds so lame and stupid when I say it. Oh well.

*shrugs*

I might be Mr. Brightside

January 28, 2009

Am I Mr. Brightside?

Am I Mr. Brightside?

Sometimes I feel like Brandon Flowers as Mr. Brightside. Depending on your interpretation of the lyrics and the music video that could mean several different things. I’ll leave that up to you to decide. You can watch The Killers – Mr. Brightside music video at the link below if you haven’t seen it and/or don’t know the song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BnwLf88t_Wc

I’m coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And she’s taking a drag
Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head

But she’s touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now
Let me go
I just can’t look, it’s killing me
And taking control

Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
’cause I’m Mr. Brightside

I’m coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And she’s taking a drag
Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head

But she’s touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now
Let me go
’cause I just can’t look, it’s killing me
And taking control

Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Turning through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
’cause I’m Mr. Brightside

I never
I never
I never

There's just something I love about Norwegians...

Just something I love about Norwegians...

A friend is going to a Combichrist show tonight, which brought it to my attention that he will be here in Seattle on Wed. the 28th at El Corazon (used to be The Graceland).

I just might have to get my ass over to Graceland. Sorry zone, but you will always be Graceland to me.