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Healin

Tuesday, July 15th, 2008
healin Wordle

Healin is healin no matter what you‘re feeling
You’re gonna have to cope with what you call hope
For if you believe what you see you leave what you be
Behind for your mind will not be blind
For your soul to be whole you got to let go
Of the gold you hold and fold the lies you told
For I got this load feeling like a toad
Waiting for success a kiss from a princess
To be at my best so I do not jest
So what kind of bait do I throw on the string
To find a lovely voice in which we will sing
This song of life while I play my fife
And rhyme all my cares away
Throwing words in the air to stay
Sane from the pressure building
Defined as one mans sin and another’s religion
For what is true under the big blue
For all I know the all knowing could be blowing
A bunch of hot air just to be fair
We got to trust in what we lust
For when we’re all dust we’ll know who was just

It ain’t me it ain’t me rhyming and stealing on you r TV screen
It ain’t me it ain’t me pervading all that bad energy

So I run around acting the clown
With my chains unbound I kick the beat down
With my big ass fiddle I begin to riddle and rhyme
Can you spare a dime?
For a kind brother so I can call my mother
And tell her about the new grooves
I hope to use to help sooth
The world and everyone in it
And what is it about who did this
And who did that
And can’t we just act the chill cat?
Get along and hit our bongs
And give some relief to our stressed motif

What’s really going on?
We can’t all be wrong
That’s why we sing this song
Hoping change will come along

So I take all I know and make it all flow
With a little help from every friend
Who will be with me until the end
Or the beginning whichever is more fitting
For your soul as we are all coal
Burning in the fire of life
Trying to avoid strife
So bend you reality
Try to define the word free
Because in this society
We can’t all be
So wait while I elope me a
Sense of utopia
Wait while I elope me
Little o sense of utopia

What’s really going on?
We can’t all be wrong
That’s why we sing this song
Hoping change will come along

What’s really going on?
We can’t all be wrong
That’s why we sing this song
Hoping change will come along

Magnet (an ode to a love that never was)

Sunday, February 24th, 2008

If my love were like a magnet

If it could cut the seven seas

Melt away the glaciers

So you wouldn’t freeze

If it could pull you from the mountains

So you would feel at home with me

We’d rest our heads together

Through this world we’d roam free

 

I want to take you everywhere

Under the blue sky

Together we can go further

Let our dreams fly

We can let our souls jive

As long as they survive

 

When I first saw your beauty

I would have raised the soul of Van Gough

To paint you in a masterpiece

But only if you said so

I would have climbed the highest mountain

To bring you an apple from the tallest tree

I would have swam through seaweed

To bring you a shell from the deepest sea

I would have stopped the world revolving

Just so you’d be with me

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Web 2.Ode (the song via seesmic)

Saturday, December 1st, 2007

So I posted a poem I had written the other day. Today I decided to turn it into a song and use it as my first seesmic video. Now To teach it to my band :-)

Now if you are wondering what seesmic is, it is the video version of twitter. People post short videos (5 min limit) and others respond creating an online conversation. You can also hook seesmic up to twitter so when you post a new video your twitter followers will know. Currently it is in its alpha release so an invite is hard to come by, keep your eyes out for one.

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Web 2.Ode

Wednesday, November 28th, 2007

Strings of characters go flying by

A count of 141 they’ll always shy

Seesmic utterz flickrd on a twittergram

Blogposts podcasts and talk of no spam

mySpace and facebook bring home the bacn

thez cheezburgers are de.licio.us if I’m not mistaken

c’mon digg me up my voice must be heard

Screaming at the end of my fingers to the sound of a bird

I’m here I’m there and everywhere else too

Socializing, my tongue I do not talk through

From a phone to the im or in a feed

We communicate at light speed

while I’m pownceing you that must have file

iPhone, PS3, and Xbox lines stretch a mile

I’m flipping through Joost, Netflix, and youTube

Stopping by the Tikibar to drink with the crew

Then to the winelibrary to find a good red

While the Ninja promises I’ll be dead

Hanging around in me.dium with ½ a duo

Logging into root using sudo

I’m checkin on my stats with authority

And googling my ego, brave I must be

All of this to stimulate my mind

Or maybe just to see what I’ll find

Zach Chisholm

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