A collaboration with my brother, Kyle, on bass and my good friend, John Cruz, on lead guitar. Thanks again, guys!

I'm officially hooked on reverb. And I've come to realize that writing down the lyrics is a must.

Lorelei

She misses being in love
The kisses don’t come anymore

And I would hold her hand, but she won’t let me
And I would tell her that it’s okay, but she says “go away!”

She tries to forget the days
And I try, yes, I try

And I would lend her my shoulder, but she already has a pair
And I would tell her that life’s not fair, but she says, “I don’t care!”

SOLO

She sits on the edge of the world
And I tell her not to jump, but she jumps anyway

And I would grab her hand, but she wouldn’t let me
And I would tell her that it’s okay, my sweet Lorelei


Lorelei

over the top reverb and flanger and I like it

Lost & Found

You lost your teeth in a beach and you try to find them
You lost your brain in a plane and you fly everywhere

Let me take you to the lost and found
Where everything will be around
Let me take you to the lost and found
Where everything is safe and sound

U lost its place, it's between T & V, so I put it back
You lost your love, I know it isn't fun, but it's probably gone

Let me take you to the lost and found
Where everything will be around
Let me take you to the lost and found
Where everything is safe and sound

Lost & Found

it's about a very sensitive topic

Wet Island

I'm not but a wet island inside of her
Singing stupid songs about the same old girl
Nothing but a wet island inside
Nothing but a wet island

Get some, I really wanna get some- books to read
But I'm stuck in these walls- somebody get me out

I'm not but a wet island inside of her
Singing stupid songs about the same old girl
Nothing but a wet island inside
Nothing but a wet island

You treat me like a hotline- when you wanna get off
But when I try to touch- I end up touching myself

I'm not but a wet island inside of her
Singing stupid songs about the same old girl
Nothing but a wet island inside
Nothing but a wet island

Wet Island

At first I didn't like the album where this song's from, but I listened to it this morning and this song just touched me

=w= still rules!

Music and lyrics by Rivers Cuomo

When I walk down the street,
I'd been trippin' on my feet
And my clothes, they don't match
and my blue jeans need a patch

It's cold outside, is there someone there tonight?
It's cold outside, would you let me come inside, and make it right?

Here, it's clear, that I'm not getting better
When I fall down you put me back together

What I do isn't cool
And my lips are lined with drool
I'm a mess since you left
You can use this fool
I'm a useless tool

It's cold outside, is there someone there tonight?
It's cold outside, would you let me come inside, and make it right?

Here, it's clear, that I'm not getting better
When I fall down, you put me back together
I'm alone in my room
I don't know what to do
When I fall down, you put me back together

And when I daydream
We're eating ice cream
It's such a nice scene
But then I wake up cryin'
I know I've just been lyin'

Right here, it's clear, that I'm not getting better
When I fall down, you put me back together
Here, it's clear, that I'm not getting better
When I fall down, you put me back together
I'm alone in my room
I don't know what to do
When I fall down, you put me back together


Put Me Back Together (Weezer Cover)

I thought of making a witty song about racism, tradition, and religion, disguising the bold lyrics with personal ones. But then it got a little bit too personal. 
Special thanks to Cy Tamura for adding them Chinese percussion and guitar. Plus the violin in the end was cathartic. Enjoy!

China Doll

He wants to buy himself a China doll
coz he himself is a China man
Slit eyes and bright skin is his thing

And here I am, "Mr. Brownman"
singing my song with guitar at hand
I kinda like you too, but they say you're not for me

And I wonder if you like him
And I got a question for you

Does he make you laugh?
When he pulls your strings, does he make you feel a thing inside?
Does he make you laugh like I do?

You tell me stories and I listen good
I tell you jokes and you laugh in tune
does he elicit the same expressions?

My parents want me to find a girl
the best Catholic girl in the world
even if I prefer those Buddhists down south

And I wonder if you like him
And I got a question for you

Does he make you laugh?
When he pulls your strings, does he make you ting-a-ling inside?
Does he make you laugh like I do?

(Get back Cy)
I traveled far looking for some kind of meaning
And I found it here, now no wall's too great to stop me

Does he make you laugh? Does he make you smile?
When he pulls your strings, does he make you feel a thing inside?
(Confucius say "I Love You")
Does he make you laugh? Whoa!

Does he make you laugh?
(Make you go "hahahaha")
Does he make you laugh?
(Make you go ROFL)
When he pulls your strings, does he make you ting-a-ling inside?
Does he make you laugh like I do?

If he does, then I'm gone



China Doll (with Cy Tamura)

A song about jobs and professions and how they don't matter. Be yourself! Even if that means being a porn star. Thanks to Cy for the 80s vibe in the end.

A Porn Star's Dream

She could be an actress, but she chose to be naked instead. 
She could be a model, but she chose to take off all her clothes. 
But it's all right, won't you sleep tight. And it's all right, good night.

She could be a waitress, but she added herself in the menu. 
She could be a rockstar, but she can't play the guitar. 
And it's all right, won't you sleep tight. 
And it's all right, good night.

Don't you listen to them, they don't know what they're talking about. 
Don't you listen to them, my dear

She could be a stewardess, she could be an architect, 
She could be a preacher or a nun, she could be your mom

She could be a doctor, lawyer, interior designer, 
She could our president, but she chose to be our star tonight

A Porn Star's Dream (feat. Cy Tamura)

one of my favorite Dylan songs. I'm sorry if I made it a bit too poppy. I just like it that way is all.

Girl from the North Country
Lyrics by Bob Dylan

If you're traveling in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was the true love of mine.

If you go when the snowflakes storm
When the rivers freeze and summer ends
Please see if she has a coat so warm
To keep her from the howlin' winds.

Please see if her hair hangs long
If it rolls and flows all down her breast
Please see from me if her hair hangs long
That's the way I remember her best.

I'm a-wonderin' if she remember me at all
Many times I've often prayed
In the darkness of my night
In the brightness of my day.

So if you're travelin' in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine. 

Girl from the North Country (Bob Dylan Cover)

Pistachio trees suckkk. I'm pretty proud of the solo.

It's Been a While

I've been waiting for a really long time
I know it's cliche, but I miss the way you talk to me

And it's all right, I don't mind just as long as you say you're fine, that's fine

We used to meet under the pistachio tree
Lie in the dark, and listen to the shells crack one at a time

And it's all right, I don't mind just as long as you send me a memo, oh no!

SOLO

And it's all right, I don't mind just as long as you remember my name, and you'll say

It's been a while since we said goodbye

It's Been a While (Get Behind Me, Pistachio Tree!)

Needed to blow off some steam. It's a little rough around the edges, but I think that's how the song should be. I might've changed some lyrics in the process. Sorry Weezer!

El Scorcho
lyrics by: Rivers Cuomo

Goddamn you half-Japanese girls 
Do it to me every time 
Oh, the redhead said you shred the cello 
And I'm jello, baby 
You won't talk, won't look, won't think of me 
I'm the epitome of Public Enemy 
Why you wanna go and do me like that? 
Come on down to the street and dance with me 

I'm a lot like you so please 
Hello, I'm here, I'm waiting
I think I'd be good for you 
And you'd be good for me 

I asked you to go to the Green Day concert 
You said you never heard of them 
How cool is that? 
So I went to your room and read your diary: 
"Watching Grunge leg-drop New-Jack through a press table..." 
And then my heart stopped: "Listening to Cio-Cio San 
Fall in love all over again." 

I'm a lot like you so please 
Hello, I'm here, I'm waiting
I think I'd be good for you 
And you'd be good for me

How stupid is it? I can't talk about it 
I gotta sing about it and make a record of my heart 
How stupid is it? Won't you give me a minute
Just come up to me and say hello to my heart 
How stupid is it? 
For all I know you want me too 
And maybe you just don't know what to do 
Or maybe you're scared to say: "I'm falling for you"

I wish I could get my head out of the sand 
'Cause I think we'd make a good team 
And you would keep my fingernails clean
But that's just a stupid dream that I won't realize 
'Cause I can't even look in your eyes 
Without shakin', and I ain't fakin' 
I'll bring home the turkey if you bring home the bacon. 

I'm a lot like you so please 
Hello, I'm here, I'm waiting
I think I'd be good for you 
And you'd be good for me 

I'm a lot like you.
I'm a lot, and I'm waitin. 
I think I'd be good for you 
And you'd be good for me. 

El Scorcho (Weezer Cover)

a short and simple song about douche bags, nice guys, and a girl

Mr. Right

You say you want to be with him forever
Holding hands in a beach in a sunset together
But don't you know he plays you like a card? so wake up, wake up!
Don't you know he loves to play god? so stand up, stand up!

It's all right, it's ok
He's Mr. Right, and I'm lame
I hope you'll be ok

I saw you sitting in his 96 Pajero
Waiting and calling all your friends so they know
But don't you know he's sexting them up? so what the fuck?
Don't you know he's got a one way ticket out away from you? 

It's all right, it's ok
He's Mr. Right, and I'm lame
I hope you'll be ok

Mr. Right (feat. Cy Tamura)

I write songs. And yes, I also make pretty good tacos


Comfortable Haircut