catch you later

She's a penny saver
Desi Deva's child
With her best thoughts underground

Turns out I've got nothing
Ain't that something (wow)
Turns our logic inside out

But all my friends got bored
Doing punk rock tours
They told me "hang back home.
It's time we grew some punks of our own."
I can't see that working out for me
Am I a selfish man inside?

Told me you'd met someone
I think Falun Gong
Is the best sound on the Earth

Father dedicated
Medicated cows
That you eat with your dessert

All my friends look long
They stopped writing songs
And sold their old drum kits
Been child-proofing power outlets
They love me
And I'll be back to sleep upon the floor
Same time, next year

Frutones Reunion

Please accept this gift:
A few minutes to relax and be loved.

Mr Rogers

Spent this morning thinking back on my trip out West. I saw a lot of beautiful places and met a lot of beautiful people. Santa Monica and rural NorCal were by far my favorite spots.


There's an ocean
Just up the road
Two legs in motion
They wanna go

Cause if you call out to your friends and they don't answer
You need to make new friends
And there's a girl here with a surfboard so I ask her
When the tide comes in

Home
Home is where the heart is

I've got a notion
California stole my heart
Cheap suntan lotion
Santa Monica Boulevard

Cause if you call out to your friends and they don't answer
You need to make new friends
And there's a girl here with a surfboard so I ask her
When the tide comes in

I'm Home
Home is where the heart is



The sample is this cute surfer girl: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tqVJQkIHZo8

Home (is where the heart is)

I remember Colin Greene, though not the best. He sat behind me, and he looked depressed. And then in 9th grade, he shot himself in the head. My mom and dad sat me down, and they said, "Do you need to talk to someone about loss? All the pointless limitations Life has got? Do you need to talk to someone about Death? (To confess the dark emotions in your head?)"

I turned 17 the week my uncle died. He was my favorite uncle at the time. And his apartment was beach-themed.
Now I live across the street, and my apartment's tiki-themed.

Do you need to talk to someone about loss? All the pointless limitations Life has got? Do you need to talk to someone about Death? To confess the dark emotions...

Just last week, I was almost a casualty. Caught up in a war between two men who won't agree. The only thought that kept me in was the face of my best friend - but he's all the way up north in Richmond.

A Song About Loss

This is a song that I wrote for Dinner Time. It will never be released that way, so I've posted it here for your ears. 

The title is a reference to Pablo House, a wonderful little venue in Clemson, SC.

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Pablo Girl likes hearing bands in the basement. Pablo Girl drinks Rolling Rock and Bud. Pablo Girl, she's got a Juul and she vapes it. And Pablo Girl, she's so good at being young.

And at night she reads, working on her education. Psych degrees, gets stoned. Come talk to me. Daddy's Beemer, Jerry Paper, helps you be alone.

Pablo Girl didn't have a scene so she made one. And Pablo Girl gets wasted with the noise. Pablo Girl, she'll raise a generation or punk rock girls and bubblegum pop boys.

Drums: Matteo DeLurgio of Lunar Vacation
Electric rhythm guitar: Ian Buford

Learn more about Pablo House: https://twitter.com/thepablogen?lang=en

Pablo Girl (Unreleased Dinner Time demo)

~ Girl don't play with my heart, don't play with my heart, don't go playing with my heart. ~

You know that girl who's new to school? I fell for her, now I'm her fool. After class, she's acting cold. I react, I say, "I told you girl, stop playing with my heart!"

We've spent some afternoons alone. Long summer days when no one's home.

Stop playing games with my heart if you wanna start something because I'm only a man with limited confidence.

She's wearing all the clothes I like. Rolls up her jeans - you know the type.

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Picture is "Pair Up & Peel Off", a risque board game I saw in Detroit last year.

Stop Playing With My Heart

Sweetie, wake up. It's the morning and I'm so in love. Coffee's steeping, and when you're ready breakfast's been made up.

Conducting things secretly. We'd tell our friends but they might think I'm a fool for loving you like I do.

Bedhead beauty - your tangled hair is mixed up with my sheets. And love is moving. I'd forgotten how good life can be.

Sunday Morning Love Song

Hey there Pretty Thing, I like your style. I don't know anything. I like you.
Clothes aren't fancy things. I like your smile. I don't know anything. I like you.

Play your song for me just one more time. I won't say anything. 
Try to cook for me. You try so hard. I don't know anything. I like you.

Hey There Pretty Thing

These are probably my favorite lyrics of all the songs I've done so far. Just because they're so complex, in terms of rhyme and rhythm.

Threw in a John Lennon reference for all you Beatles fans.

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Serious Cheerios - waving, sailing where winds will abide. With a soldier's attitude and a map of latitudes.

Curious Chemistry - bubbling cauldrons of cures and disease. A photograph of every girl you imagined in the world.

There are days you feel glad, and there are days you'll feel sad. And there are things that make you mad. 
Don't give up. This life is long.

Specular Symmetry - painting pictures of shapes from your sleep. There are potions for your type. And they could open up your eyes.

Abacus Animals - making worlds with electrical brains. If they could live without a sound, then they could watch the wheels go round.

Curious Chemistry

I love this song. A meditation on human potential. Discovery, inspiration, and help from those who came before.

To me, books are an escape. They are the friends I wish I had, but don't have.
And like friends, they inspire me to discover and explore.
Every unusual thing I have ever done can probably be blamed on a book. Whether it's building a recording studio, or doing three hours of yogic breathing - books made me weird.
And it gets weirder.

I'm grateful for the friendships I've made and sustained through the shared habit of reading. Many of my friends read books on fitness and encourage me to care for my body. Others keep up with psychology and spiritual things, keeping my mind in line and helping me through hard times. 
Whenever I talk to my friends, I grow. And they get their juice from good books.

Of course not everything is learned from a book. Things like how to stand up straight, how to be humble, how to hold a hammer - these must be learned by watching other people.

But it's amazing how much we can learn from books. And this song really does that justice.

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Butterfly in the sky. I can go twice as high. Take a look; it's in a book. The Reading Rainbow.

I can go anywhere. Friends to know and ways to grow, the Reading Rainbow.

I can be anything. Take a look; it's in a book. The Reading Rainbow.

Reading Rainbow

We are human animals. And animal life is okay. Sometimes it feels so impractical. Wrong-times we the some-things say.

But animals sometimes get things right. They fall in love and they spend the night next to an animal friend who'll say, "(hey!) I really like you for who you are today. :)"

bennett

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