When Sarah and I moved from Sunnyside to the city we had eleven telephone cords. Eleven. I had saved every single free cord bundled with phones. We recently had a big argument over how many vases we needed. Coincidentally, we had eleven. The point I’m trying to make is, we’re pack rats. But we’re trying to change.
I really envy the people who travel through life lightly. Possessions, especially knick knacks and souvenirs that you may never look at, are just added baggage to carry around.…
Can I quote one of my old song lyrics?
Friendship is spending time,
it’s both a means and end,
so if you’ve got no time,
then we’re no longer friends.
I’ve always had a lot of acquaintances. Drinking buddies, movie buddies, show buddies, scene buddies, work buddies, etc. If your definition of friendship is loose enough, you might argue that I’ve had hundreds of friends. Facebook suggests that I have 128 friends, which is a decent number I guess.…
I tend to write songs as polemics, personal attacks with back beat. Here’s my latest. This was especially satisfying to complete as the title has been kicking around in my head for months. As usual, the mixing is too loud and a bit too squished, but I’ve already spent too much time on it to start over. Try to look past it and enjoy!
Shabby On The Inside (You) got Debbie Harry’s glamour with a heart made out of stone (You) got no room for clothing ’cause your closets always full of bones you’ve sewn pain and anger in the lives of everyone you’ve known you talk about yourself so loud just so no one can hear the moans…
I mentioned last year that my band, 45 Adapters had broken up. I also mentioned that I “play in a band” in my post on performance enhancing drugs, but I never went into any detail. Well, for the non-detectives among you, consider this the official Pickabarland announcement: 45 Adapters are back!
We’ve played about three shows so far with our new guitarist [Knighthawk][5] and our sound is really starting to come together.…
Anyway, Tug was also a veritable quote machine. Here’s a possibly apocryphal quote about what he intended to do with his salary:
“Ninety percent [of my salary] I’ll spend on good times, women and Irish Whiskey. The other ten percent I’ll probably waste.” – Tug McGraw
Clever turn of phrase. Anyhow, the quote popped into my head one day while I tried to make something Celtic sounding. I didn’t succeed.…
<h1> Victims of Drug Wars </h1> <p> </a><a href="http://www.pickabar.com/music/pickabar%20-%20victims%20of%20drug%20wars.mp3"> </a> </p> <p> Children bear the scars<br /> deep in their hearts,<br /> it’s the way of war<br /> families ripped apart. </p> <p> Another young boy<br /> raised by (a) single mom,<br /> families destroyed<br /> worse than those by bombs. </p> <p> � � � Victims of Drug Wars </p> <p> The saddest part of all<br /> is that it makes no sense,<br /> There’s no magic in walls<br /> there’s leaks in every fence.…
<h1> � </h1> <p> <a href="http://www.pickabar.com/music/pickabar%20-%20conquer%20fear.mp3"></p> <h1 align="center"> Conquer Fear </h1> <p> </a> </p> <p align="center"> � </p> <p> Gather up your courage pull it on like an overcoat <br />The only thing worth more than knowledge is loyalty to an oath <br />An oath to true friendship tight as any family bond <br />When you call out for aid there’s no question how they’ll respond <br />You never have to worry, you know just where they stand <br />So there’s no need for deep thinking when it’s their turn to need a hand<br /> <blockquote> So get up on your feet <br />Get your ass in gear <br />There’s never been a man that lived <br />Who hasn’t had to conquer fear </p> </blockquote> <p> Said he’d always be there, now he’s like a ghost <br />His courage failed him he ran away just when you needed him most <br />You’re parents always dreamed of college now you’re scared that they’ll kick you out <br />You can’t sleep you don’t know where you’ll live or how you’ll feed another mouth <br />The truth is that you made your choices and that boy took the cowards way <br />You’ll have to find the strength within you’ll have to grow up in a couple of days<br /> <blockquote> So get up on your feet <br />Get your ass in gear <br />There’s never been a woman that lived <br />Who hasn’t had to conquer fear </p> </blockquote> <p> Divest yourself of dependency, throw it off like a dirty robe <br />Let your eyes adjust to the light the way morning rushes over the globe <br />Don’t let fear become a prison more than bars ever could <br />Don’t turn your home into a jail cell, you know a real prisoner never would <br />We now have the technology to hide away in our caves <br />But we’d be fools to accept loneliness so we can live our lives like we’re the internet’s slaves </p> <p> [<a href="http://www.…
<p> Well if there ever was a day<br /> when steeping tea would take our breath away<br /> and orange rinds or orange peels<br /> would pierce the protective efforts of our shields<br /> we’d never entertain the thought to yield<br /> nor turn our backs with death at our heels </p> <p> Well If there ever was a day<br /> when walking home could take our breath away<br /> Singing birds so high up in the trees<br /> embers of the setting sun burning through the leaves<br /> we’d never entertain the thought to sleep<br /> not with the wonders of this planet at our feet </p> <p> Well If there ever was a day<br /> When you could feel the breath of life fading away<br /> Or if time was a clock<br /> Whose hand’s we saw to never stop<br /> You would breathe deeply<br /> You would Steep </p> <p> You would steep.…
<p> What’s Up?<br /> Are you down?<br /> The smell of death<br /> is all around </p> <p> On your feet<br /> What’s up?<br /> Or on your knees?<br /> Are you down?<br /> why worship gods<br /> that you can never please? </p> <p> Are you up?<br /> on your feet?<br /> Are you down?<br /> on your knees?<br /> what’s up?<br /> are you down?<br /> Are you down?…