Elisabeth

One of my favorite shows in life is "Elisabeth." It's a german rock show. Awesome shit. Three of the songs have been translated into english.

I changed some of the words to make it not suck.

This is called

"Die Schatten werden länger"

or

"The Shades of Night are Growing"


I'd like to note i'm still sick. It is however going away. Slowly my voice comes back. I'll be able to hit that nice D5 soon enough again.

And Then There Were None

So my favorite recording of this song from Spring Awakening was on the "Live at SOHO" recording. It removed the dialogue which I always found distracting when just listening to the album. The only problem was there was no drum track. So I made my own. Here it is for you to have. Yup.

Hedwig.

I inquired about the rights to Hedwig and the Angry Inch. Woohoo!

here's a small sampling of one of my favorite songs in the show.

Wig in a Box

Untitled Piano Song

So this is something I recorded a while ago...it's just piano...I found it today and decided to try and polish it a little. Unfortunately it's ruined by a cell phone vibration early on. Oh well...it's still interesting.

It's untitled so it's just labled as sfasd.

This is what a genius writes.

You, my love, are allowed to forget
About the Christmas you just spent stressed out in your parents house.

You, my love, are allowed to shed
The weight of all the years before, like bad disco clothes,
Save them for a night of dancing, stoned with you lover.

You, my love, are allowed to let yourself drown
Every night in bottomless wild and naked symbolic dreams.

You, my love, in sleep can unlock
Your youth and your most terrifying magic and dreamings for the courageous.

You, my love, are allowed to grab my guitar
And sing me idiot love songs if you've lost your ability to speak.
Keep it down to two minutes.

You, my love, are allowed to rot and to die
And then live again, more alive and incandescent than before.

You, my love, are allowed to beat the shit out of your television.
Choke it's thoughts and corrupt its mind.
Kill! Kill! Kill! KILL the motherfucker before the song of zombiefied pain and panic and malaise and it's narrow right-winged vision and it's cheap commercial gang rape becomes the white noise of the world.
Turn about is fair play.

You, my love, are allowed to forgive and love your television.

You, my love, are allowed to speak in kisses to those around you and those up in heaven.

You, my love, are allowed to show your babies how to dance full bodied, starry eyed, audacious, supernatural and glorified.

You, my love, are allowed to suck in every single endeavor.

You, my love, are allowed to be soaked like a lovers' blanket in the New York summertime with the wonder of your own special gift.

You, my love, are allowed to receive praise,

You, my love, are allowed to have time,

You, my love, are allowed to understand,

You, my love, are allowed to love,

Woman disobey,
When little men believe,

That you, my love, are rebellion.

Hallelujah

I was sick today.  So i decided to write some lyrics and record me singing Hallelujah.  This is the version done by Jeff Buckley with the extra verse.  

I recorded it on my iPhone with "iTalk" application so the quality is sketchy.  I'm also a bit nasally due to my sickness...but overall i think it's pretty decent.  Check it out.

Hello ya'll

This is a thing.