Name: Gray Hair And A Cane by Kirby Jonas
Duration: 3 min 35 s
Description: This is my tribute to my friend Mike, who didn't wear his seatbelt that fateful day and died much too young.

Malin Andersson - Island

You get a buzz in your heart, now
When you think about him
Then a sinking in your stomach
As as she steps in

You're saying, "Hey, it's nice to meet ya!"
And you're burning inside
So you pull out of the driveway
And let the yearning subside

But you open up the door, now
And you open your phone
He said, "Man, I'm gonna miss ya"
As you were headed home

Could it ever really happen?
Or is it all in your head?
"She's out of town on Tuesday
"If you wanna visit then"

He gets a feeling in his privates
When he's looking at you
Feels a little wrong but he can't hidе it
Maybe, you hope, he thinks you'rе cute

And he told her he'd be faithful
"Until the end of time"
But you're sitting on his bed and he asks
"How does it feel now that you know you're mine?"

So he opens up the door, now
Letting sodomy in
And if they ever aired this
Your aunt would feel seventeen again

And now it's really gonna happen, yeah
He's gonna follow his head
And the hollow parts inside you are filled
By the stars from his hands on your chest

She sees herself as a whore
She clearly hasn't met you
The way she feels about him, you'd do this every day
For him to feel about you

She thinks that you're an angel
Doing everything for him
She doesn't buy the idea that you're selling the hell out of yourself
To win

And she opens up the door now
With a gun in her hand
And you're naked and he's tryna explain
But she's confused so she aims for her brains instead

"But it never really happened, babe, no!"
Says it was all in her head
And he's glad the round was blank cause he wouldn't fuck anyone else
Even if she was dead

On The Set Of A Romantic Drama (Are They Filming?)

These tracks are from July 2008 rehearsals for a band I was in called Mandatory Overtime.  We were a six-piece oldies/jam band, and I was the drummer. I also performed backing vocals on "Wicked Game".

7_29_08

Wicked Game

This is my tribute to my friend Mike, who didn't wear his seatbelt that fateful day and died much too young.

Gray Hair And A Cane

Stilte  ~  El Chi Marcus

hey dag stilte lieve vriend
wat ben ik blij dat jij me vindt
mag ik nog even bij jou zijn
want bij jou vind ik het fijn
oud genoeg nu voor verandering
zowel vanbinnen als herinnering ...
‘t is de stilte in mij die toch zo graag mee resoneert


IK HOU VAN
STILTE, STILTE, STILTE
IK HOU VAN STILTE
IK ZOEK DE
STILTE, STILTE, STILTE
IK VIND DE STILTE

hey dag stilte lieve spiegel
die mezelf heeft laten zien
je bent een leraar die nieuwe wijsheid geeft
je bent een kracht die ik zo eer
oud genoeg nu voor verandering
van binnenuit zoals ik zing...
‘t is de stilte in mij die toch zo graag mee resoneert

hey dag stilte warm deken
je bent er steeds zonder te smeken
als een raadsel zonder eind
vind ik het leuk dat je mij verwent
oud genoeg nu voor verandering
zowel vanbinnen als herinnering...
‘t is de stilte in mij die toch zo graag mee resoneert

Stilte

In ten starkly rendered songs Midlife Chrysler locates the tension between here and gone, love and motion, music and silence, work and calling in a country where the exceptions make all the rules, and everything feels like a racket, except music. The big mystery, the one that still brings people together.

Borderline Origami

Particles

Past Letters
By Kate Prendergast

Got a pain in my back 
From the weight on my shoulders
Been drinking with friends
Just to act a bit older
The weather was warm
But it’s getting colder
In the night

I stand there staring at the walls
Waiting for the one unwanted call
Trying to unlock the open door 
Somethings are worth waiting for

Got used to the voices 
But now they’re all gone
I’ve had my shot
But blew it for fun
And I know, and I know
And I know, life’s not done
All the lessons I’ve learned
Have been wrong

So I travel the world 
With just one thing in mind
Not to go grey before I find the time
To finally let go
Of the things I don’t know

The letters I wrote to my future self
I didn’t know this is all I’d amount to
If I’d know it back then
Would I do what I do?

Past Letters

I beat it

I composed this song this morning on whim.....I had a few catchy lines, jotted them down, picked up my resonator guitar, and BAM!  There you are!!  So, I rushed downed stairs to my home studio, recorded it as fast as I could before I would forget how it goes.  Hope you enjoy it as much as I had fun writing and recording it!

I GUESS

She flies a kite that’s my heart, and the wind never stops, it just blows me away.
She has me jumping so much, jumping high, double-Dutch, it’s a game that she plays.
There are no rules, there is no scheme. Only she knows what she means.
She flies a kite that’s my heart, and the wind never stops, it just blows me away.
She often hides, and I’ll seek, and I try to compete, but she hides so very well.
She lets me slide to the ground, going round and round, like a carousel.
It’s never what it seems to be. It’s only obvious to her, not me. 
She flies a kite that’s my heart, and the wind never stops, it just blows me away.

She’s playing games with me, she’s got me climbing trees,
She knows her way around the park.
She’s got the energy, she sees inside of me,
When she’s gone I’m in the dark. Maybe I’m the one who’s being played.

I know the way she is, I know and maybe this  
Is just a way I can continue.
When all is said and done, maybe I am the one, 
Maybe it’s not a game to her, or maybe I’m the one who’s being played.

Gray Hair And A Cane

Kirby Jonas

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