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King J “The Wicked”


Daily Prompt-Earworm

20130710-073047.jpgQuiet boy
Picked on in school
Ignored at home

Anger inside
Becomes rage outside

He sits on top of his mountain
Arms raised in a “V”
Over a pool of red

King Jeremy

The wicked.

Lyric portions from the song “Jeremy” by Pearl Jam

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Lyric Lesson With Mo Joe


About a month or so ago I was left without a vehicle due to my lack of mechanical skills and inability to hear my truck screaming for help. For the story read this post- Black Truck Down.

While not having a vehicle to drive I had to rely on co workers to pick me up.

My wife and I were outside having a smoke while waiting for my ride.

Her-“Who is picking you up today?”

Me-“I don’t know. The Boss just said they would take care of it and be ready by….OH NO!….” I said as I stared up the street.

Her- “What is it honey?”

Me-” It’s Joe….” I solemnly say as I point toward the car coming down the block.

My wife quickly puts out her smoke and rushes inside as she says,

“I gotta go…umm..see if the stove is on…no I mean…put on my make up…I love you…bye….” And shuts the door behind her….and locks it, just as Mo Joe gets out of his compact vehicle with the spinning rims on the tires.

“Hey goner dude. Looks like its your lucky day…you get to ride with me in the mojo machine…”

“Uggghhhh…we won’t have to stop to wind it up or anything will we?”

“It’s not a toy you know..this is a serious vehicle that not just anyone can handle on the road….next week I’m gonna put neon strips underneath like on Fast and Furious.”

“Seriously?…First this is a Ford Focus…second…aren’t you like almost 60 years old…and third neon? It’s gonna make your car look like a snow cone on wheels….spinning wheels at that….”

“You are only as old as you feel, sucka, and since I have been taking the blue pill, I feel like a teenager.”

“Can we get to work? I really don’t like where this conversation is going. It’s way too early for this. I have no need to hear about your stick shift”

We get into his car and begin the trek to work. To my dismay, it’s gonna be about a 1/2 hour ride to the jobsite.

About 17.45 seconds into the ride he starts talking.

“I think we have a lot in common. Maybe we should start carpooling once you get your truck back. We could both save on gas and the ride wouldn’t be as boring. What do you think?”

I take off my seatbelt and reach for the door handle but it won’t open. I figure if I jump out now my injuries would not be as bad as if I waited until we got onto the highway.

Without missing a beat Mo Joe says,

“Child safety locks are on. You can’t get out until I let you out. Carpooling would be fun for both of us. Maybe after we got to know each other you and your wife could double date with me and my girlfriend?”

I purse my lips together and ball my fists up and say,

“You don’t even have kids? Why are the locks on?”

“I just like to use ALL the features in this starship….makes me feel important. You like music don’t you? I have had this song in my head fort a few days and I can’t figure out who it is? I am gonna sing it to you..”

“Please don’t..I already can’t get out, let’s not make this worse…”

To no surprise at all, he starts singing lyrics to a song.

‘She lies the toast down and has the jam

Can’t find the butter man

She dreams of pastries
She dreams of bread

Can’t find the butter, man’

“If I had mace I would shoot you with it in the face RIGHT NOW!….who sings about toast and why would I know it?”

“I know you know the song…it’s one of those grunge bands you listen to…I have heard you listen to it…”

I sit and think. It is the only time the vehicle is quiet….and then it hits me.

“We’re you trying to sing Betterman from Pearl Jam? There is no reference to toast or any condiment for toast whatsoever in that song. IT’S NOT ABOUT TOAST!”

“Sure it is. They are from Seattle, the birthplace of Starbucks Coffeeshop, coffee is for breakfast, toast is for breakfast. Therefore they are singing about there love of breakfast and how depressing and grungy it is to have toast….without….butter.” And he smirks a confident smirk while he is driving.

I envision myself reaching across to the drivers side of the vehicle and strangling him….but I am quite sure he has shortened the length of the seatbelt to restrict my movement.

So I just rub my bald head…it calms me.

And it will hopefully stop me thinking about toast.

The Weight Is Over


Ever carried the weight of another?
For how long?
I walk as far as they need to recover
For how long? (ha!)

I want to carry a piece of who I was before
So when I hit the wall, I really hit the wall
I want to tear away the death again
A whiter shade of fucking meth again
I want to stick to clues, I want to come unglued
I want to shape the world to fit the way you move
Oh, should I listen for a dress size?

I owned up, I’ve grown up, do you remember me?
I showed up and so what if I’m the used to be
I’m here to tell you that I’m sorry I was sorry
But I’m happy that you’re happiness is no longer about me

Trade rules, switch sides for your beautiful eyes
Let him be you through your beautiful cries
Let him hold you up so you can touch affordable skies
Live your life just like a dream
Without the pain of goodbyes
Goodbye!

Ever carried the weight of another?
For how long?
I walk as far as they need to recover
For how long?

I been a drunk disrespectful little street punk
Unlock the back of my trunk
You see, you take this bat
And bash my head into the street again
No-ones around so I keep beating it

Pull my hair back, look me in the eye
There’s a self-destructive meaning in the bleeding of a guy
It’s the guilt of what reality has given me

Making sense of all mistakes and my stupidity
And when you’re sick you seem to think
You’ve failed eternally

And that the people you let in are only crumbling
When you’re sick of thinking life in this recovery
When my decision paved the road
That lies in front of me

So to my friends that even call but I don’t call back
I want you deep inside my heart upon a hill
It seems to hide sometimes and run away and wonder
I’m really sick of saying sorry but I will

Ever carried the weight of another?
For how long?
I walk as far as they need to recover
For how long?

But are we scared to take the ride?
Or dare to look inside?
I’m floating far away (far away)
I’m floating far away (leaving home)
I’m floating far away (so far away)
I’m floating far away

I want to learn to walk with others as an equal
I want to treat the ones who love me with respect
I want to tell the world I’ll give them all a piggyback
And try to take away my negative effect
I want to kiss the girl, I know I’ll never lie again
I want to call my dad and tell him that I care
I want to let my brother know
He saved my life a thousand times
Throughout the years he’s been my friend
Who’s always there

Ever carried the weight of another?
For how long?

Lyrics by Blue October

Song title-Overweight

Yeah….I get this.

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Broken Home


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“If These Walls Could Talk”

Back and forth, forth and back I keep pacing.
I stay the same while this world keeps changing.
I try to run but these walls got me caged in.
Is it real or just my imagination?

Back and forth, forth and back I keep pacing.
I stay the same while this world keeps changing.
I try to run but these walls got me caged in.
Is it real or just my imagination?

Sometimes I wonder if these walls know my deepest secrets,
from whom I love, to who I fall asleep with.
Can they see my sadness, my raging madness,
or that stack of porno magazines underneath my matress?
Can they hear my breathing, or my footsteps leaving?
Sneaking out my window ‘cuz I’m tired of my parents screaming.
Louder than Metallica playing with a symphony.
Louder than crowds in the eighties screaming for Tiffany.
I feel secluded, my thoughts feel polluted.
So I escape to music ‘cuz I think it’s therapuetic, and,
this whole world can hate or love me, or think i’m ugly,
‘cuz unlike my friends these walls wont judge me.
These walls wont betray me, these walls are like my safety.
But sometimes I feel like these walls drive me crazy.
They enslave me or chase me by myself.
‘cuz if these walls see everything, why the fuck don’t they help?

If these walls could talk they’d say,
that I was so damn lonely.
It feels like no one knows me.
These walls keep closing on me.
If these walls could talk they’d say,
that I was so damn lonely.
It feels like no one knows me.
These walls keep closing on me.

These walls are my leviathan, my cage, my lion’s den.
I’m feeling trapped, strapped to this bed that I’m lying in.
I can’t escape it so I grab hold of my blanket,
counting the cracks on the ceiling for my own entertainment.
And this order, it feels like post mortem, shit,
I’d rather have my pumpkin smashed by Billy Corgan.
‘cuz these walls watch me fall asleep and wake up,
they’ve seen my first kiss, they’ve seen my parents break up.
They’ve seen how I like to make sure my door stays shut.
cuz I like my privacy without it the inside of me
would fall to pieces like clothes with a bad seamstress.
These walls are my diary, my notepad, my Jesus.
A change of scenery is really all I need.
‘cuz these walls are closing in and it’s hard for me to breathe.
It’s hard for me to leave but not hard for me to fall.
I just don’t wanna become another brick in the wall.

If these walls could talk they’d say,
that I was so damn lonely.
It feels like no one knows me
These walls keep closing on me.
If these walls could talk they’d say,
that I was so damn lonely.
It feels like no one knows me
These walls keep closing on me.

Back and forth, forth and back I keep pacing.
I stay the same while this world keeps changing.
I try to run but these walls got me caged in.
Is it real or just my imagination?
Back and forth, forth and back I keep pacing.
I stay the same while this world keeps changing.
I try to run but these walls got me caged in.
Is it real or just my imagination?

If these walls could talk they’d say,
that I was so damn lonely.
It feels like no one knows me.
These walls keep closing on me.
If these walls could talk they’d say,
that I was so damn lonely.
It feels like no one knows me.
These walls keep closing on me.
If these walls could talk they’d say,
that I was so damn lonely.
It feels like no one knows me.
These walls keep closing on me.
If these walls could talk they’d say,
that I was so damn lonely.
It feels like no one knows me.
These walls keep closing on me.

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Addiction is everywhere. Help is available, but you have to be willing to look outside your own walls to find it.

Peace