Tag: Tony’s Music

Living Inside of Me

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Geez…Level…before that Adema…must be sign. Only one word comes to mind. Caged. It isn’t enough to call me incompetent. It isn’t enough to demean what I work so hard for. But what is enough…you are making me intolerant. Luckily enough your cage is made of nothing more than my own resistance to change. Even luckier I am that my friends are quick enough to keep me grounded enough not to burn that little bridge you are praying I haven’t got the guts to cross.

I don’t do this anywhere nearly often enough. If you hit the Tony’s Music tag at the bottom, you notice I throw a piece of me out every once in a while when jamming out.

My fists are closing tightly
The moon is shining brightly
Well I`m pray that I’m not the only one
Gotta keep my sentimental
Side so confidential
Well I’ll save it for when all is said and done

Now I’m leaving this conversation
With a never dead conformation
That’s usually lying right before my eyes-yeah
But not to mention
I can almost see the tension
Well it’s building in the air as it starts to rise

I am – I’ll be
But I can’t control it
Cause it’s living inside of me
I am – I’ll be
But I can’t control it
It’s living inside of me

One more villian
The earth starts to crumble
A new world beings to tumble
Above ya, beside ya, beneath ya
Sometimes on a rare occasion
Gotta face my situation
When it hits me when I’m staring at the sun

I am – I’ll be
But I can’t control it
Cause it’s living inside of me
I am – I’ll be
But I can’t control it
It’s living inside of me

I said the past keeps coming
Back to haunt me but
I can’t keep running can’t
Retrace my steps and
Erase all the mistakes I made
Keep my head held high
Laugh at the sky

I am – I’ll be
But I can’t control it
Cause it’s living inside of me
I am – I’ll be
But I can’t control it
It’s living inside of me

Well I can`t control it
Well I can`t control it
Well I can`t control it
It`s living inside of me

Well I can`t control it
Well I can`t control it
Well I can`t control it
It`s living inside of me




A Tragedy of Caring

So…every once in a while I get the gumption to write a little prose. Sometimes its to a tune in my head, sometimes it’s just to a beat, and sometimes it just is. In this case I was wondering just how acceptable it is to any government to render a nation incapable of feeding it’s people…to ANY degree. I believe firmly that our nation was built on the sentiment of freedom and moral conscience, rather we as a nation now seem to trod ahead under the impression that what we’re doing…is right?

Anyhow without starting up another installment of No More Stupid, I started jotting down the words to the song playing out in my head…

-T

How did we ever evolve here
in a storm of hate of and fear
when all I see around me
is another example to shame me

Where did all the love go
in a mountain of sorrow
When everything we hear
are the cries and screams of those dear

What might you see
that justifies all that we feel?
How are we to know
that the way you take is good?

How did we learn this sadness
And then turns again to madness…
How did we learn to follow
all the shadows of sorrow?

How do we see what’s right
when someone else holds the light
Why do we care that it’s laughter
When crying is all we hear after

Can we please stop the fighting
for nothing but doing the right thing
Can we stop with the acting
Divinity is not in your writing

Must we persist in destroying
where we only need to start employing
Can we please teach to care
instead of grooming to scare?

Can’t you see what you’re forcing
is the man sick of coercing
Cant you hear what your saying
to the man sick of listening

Maybe it’s all out of control
Maybe we should just let it roll
Maybe you’re all that we’re after
or maybe you just what’s gone after.

How do we see what’s right
when someone else holds the light
Why do we care that it’s laughter
When crying is all we hear after




Ever Wonder…

…why I didn’t pursue an awesome career in percussion?

The answer is:

Because the drummer in this video stole all my awesome, and uses it to play ZZ Top like it was Poison.