Your Love Will Be Safe With Me.

I couldn't really think of a better song to cover for the new year, other than the song which has affected me most throughout 2009. Now I realise I can't sing as well as Justin Vernon, but I had to put my two cents in. I miss the first few notes really horrendously, but overall I think I did better than I expected myself to. Anyways, I really hope you all enjoy it. Have a beautiful day.

...I'm in a bit of a mood lately, I guess.

Another soft spoken conundrum, laced with timid expressions of contempt. A weary head and tender bones accompany my mixed emotions. A full day ahead, the primordial start of something fresh, and new, like violent preparations for a slug in the face at 7am. I see savage, abrasive horizons, with sharp vertical lines interjecting squalidly. I see also my past, and future with vivid watercolours, yet the present tends to be somewhat clouded. Nevertheless, all three are writhing in misery, and the pangs of love.

Solomon was a cool guy.

All the answers to life's problems can be found in Ecclesiastes.

"And I set my heart to seek and explore wisdom in relation to everything that has been done under the heavens - the calamitous occupation that God has given to the sons of mankind in which to be occupied. I saw all the work that were done under the sun, and, look! Everything was vanity and a striving after wind."

-Ecclesiastes 1: 13, 14

"And I proceeded to give my heart to know wisdom and to knowing madness, and I have come to know folly, that this too is a striving after wind, For in the abundance of wisdom there is an abundance of vexation, so that he that increases knowledge increases pain."

-Ecclesiastes 1: 17,18

You should read the Bible. There's some pretty cool shit in there.

;_;

This is the expression I've worn on my face all day.

Merry Christmas douchebags.

I think I might be getting the hang of this poetry thing...

The smell of coffee still stings my nostrils, and fresh air has never churned my stomach more.

I might choose to recant the imbibing of stale tasting alcohol to my peers, and all the daring tales of mishap and misadventure, and sexual rampancy.

However my objective today is to remain on the prowl -both sober and awake,

that I should notice your wondrous glares and timid speeches, and the innocence you maintain so well.

So I may finally greet you with lurid eyes and a wicked tongue, in order to lead you astray and devour your young.

Meet Me In Montauk.

I've been writing bits here and there on my piano lately and I decided to experiment and write an entire tune on it. I'm not too amazing on the piano, but I like to try :). I don't post original songs much so I guess you guys are in for a treat (well, I hope it's a treat at least...). Anyway I messed a few of the lyrics up during recording and couldn't be bothered to re-record, so I'll post those as well for you to have a gander at if you're interested. I really hope you all like it, and if not, I'll try better next time. Comments and general criticism (regardless of constructiveness) are much appreciated. Have a nice day. No, have a fantastic day :).

Lyrics are as follows:

Before I go / I want you to notice me /

Six months / sleepless in agony /

The God / I won't accept /

For the love / I'll soon forget /

I'll smother you / and won't let go /

I'd eat you up / I love you so.

Please watch this, I put a lot more effort in than usual...

I decided to get mildly artistic with this one. During the first couple takes of this it was snowing, it was so perfect, but I messed up, so I had to re-record. I still like it, but the snow would have really suited the atmosphere. Anyway I really hope you enjoy it.

As per usual, comments are very much appreciated. Take the fucking hint guys.

Have a nice day.

The Post-Future Pre-Tense, And How My Memory Bleeds For You.

Within the tip of a hat, the swing of a bat and the blood of a rat, all my apprehensions reside,

Even with a fighting chance under a heavenly trance I'll never be able to beat the tide.

The melancholy of it all unfolds when the Christmas lights are on display,

So when my desperation moulds into tears, you can finally throw me away.

If the mountains could speak, I'm sure they'd merely weep upon beholding your smile,

But as it stands, they're crooked and bland and we haven't spoken for a while.

Look beneath the floorboards for the secrets I have hid.

I was really ill when I did this, hence looking and sounding like a corpse. I'm still fairly proud of it though :). I hope you enjoy it.

Have a nice day.