If you were me, you'd do what we 
never wanted to ensue. 
You'd agonize, and fantasize 
other lives where it wasn't true. 
You'd cry and cry till your eyes were dry, 
with no tear left to lose. 
And still you'd weep, just willing sleep 
to keep from having to be you. 

If you were me, you'd sooner be 
anybody who wasn't you. 
One who'd never flown so high and known 
the happiness that you knew. 
You'd imagine yourself as someone else 
to help you to get through. 
But in the end you'd be you again, 
condemned to being you. 

Your heart would be divided, 
even though you would know 
one part had already decided. 

But you'd be naive, 
and refuse to believe 
what that other person within you 
knew he needed to do. 

You'd be so bold as to reverse the roles 
to validate your point of view. 

And yet, I'd feel betrayed, regret I'd stayed. 
I'd hate me if I were you. 
I'd hate me if I were you.

Condemned To Being You

Defíneme qué es el amor, tú definición es la única que importa.
Defíneme el sentido del dolor y dile al corazón cómo lo soporta.
Defíneme el color azul para que pueda entender mejor lo que yo siento.
Defíneme estas horas tan vacías sin ti, dime cómo no son una pérdida de tiempo.

Defíneme el cielo tan oscuro, con sus estrellas bellas como ojos lastimeros, puros.
Tú me definirás las nubes, y la lluvia, y estos sollozos nocturnos.

Defíneme todo que yo soy, y lo que voy a ser en unas palabras sensibles.
Créeme, hazme, dame forma, porque sin ti no soy nada así que por favor defíneme.

Define for me what love is, your definition is the only one that matters.
Define for me the meaning of pain and tell my heart how it can bear it.
Define for me the colour blue so that I can better understand what I'm feeling.
Define for me these hours, so empty without you; tell me how they are not a waste of time.

Define for me the sky, so dark, with its beautiful stars like eyes, mournful and pure.
You will define for me the clouds, and the rain, and these nightly sobs.

Define for me everything I am, and what I'm going to be in a few sensitive words.
Create me. Make me. Give me shape. Because without you I am nothing, so please, define me.

Defíneme

song composed for my beloved friend boss to help her get amped when running.

You A Boss Lady

The streets are all but empty
Everything is blue
The parked cars are looking lazy      
As if they were sleeping too
 
All is calm, all is quiet
Even the birds are hitting snooze
I’m walking you home, right in the middle of road
You can hear the pavement scraping under our shoes

We probably shouldn’t do this
I’m sure it isn’t right

But I don’t give a damn tonight

You invite me up, I say “why not”
But it’s just a turn of phrase
Cuz if we really asked ourselves that question
We’d be going our separate ways

And now we’re on the stairs
You live up on the top floor
All that time, climbing, climbing, we could still change our minds
But we both know it’s not our minds doing the deciding anymore

And when we enter your apartment
You don’t turn on the light

But I don’t give a damn tonight

Now the sun is coming up
There’s a golden glow
Tracing the city at the base of the blue
That I see through your window

And this is perfect, this is perfect, this is perfect
This is where I’d like to stay
No more anger, no more sadness, no more loneliness
Not for the moment anyway

You turn and tell me that you’re sorry
And you really seem contrite

But I say…

I don’t give a damn tonight

Tonight

Each time that you call you're hung up and blue
I guess I just don't come to mind in your sunnier moods
Well that's fine, I still try to make you feel alright
But you just say thank you and then you say good night
When all I ever want is just to stay on the line
With you for a little longer, I am 
So endeared
By the sound of your voice ringing in my ear. 
So I'll take 
You up on however many pleas for help that you need to make
I'm here to lend
An eager ear to all your doubts and fears
My dearest friend

Little Phone Song

Sarah's Fuckin Birthday

My Analysis of Dolly Parton's "Here You Come Again"

Transcript can be found here: 

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1K7Qs3f5_SoxE4K6CY1oUkfWb8G3XQ5FC8OviUc1_Z9o/edit?usp=sharing

Filling Up My Senses - Analysis Of Dolly Parton's Here You Come Again

It's The Boss' Birthday

Zach Bines on bass

Lyrics:

Trina asked me to come over again tonight
But I know that she’s just playing games
That girl’s so damn predictable 
And she knows that I’m the same

I’ve been thinking about her a lot lately
So much sometimes it seems
Like we really are together
But those are just crush dreams

Crush dreams

We were sitting round talking about how fall’s our favourite season
She said she likes the way it feels
To crush the leaves under her feet while she’s out walking
I said, “how do you think that makes the leaves feel?”

She laughed and love flashed in her eye there for a minute
Or it could have been the gleam
From the lamp that lights that dusky little basement
Just another crush dream

Crush Dreams

I guess I’d tell her I’ve been crushing on her
If I were more self-assured
“Crush”, just saying it’s intimidating
Such a brutal, beautiful word

It sounds like some kind of devastation
First a “crack” and then a “hush”
And predestined rejection’s written right there in it
In clichés like crushed hopes and crushed

Dreams

Crush Dreams

My interpretation of EdgarAllan Poe's "The Tell-Tale Heart". Happy Halloween!

Joe Organ

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