brendoman's thoughts and whims

This song has been haunting me.  Lots of things have, I guess.  I don't know why I haven't posted here in so long.  Guess i just don't have much to say these days.


I never thought I would return
To be consumed by you again
Think you're cured
You'd see it come
The folly of a monster love like you

Grey is good
The light is good
We went down to Hollywood
You only get one chance in Tinsel Town

I save the part
The sweetest part
Shook for you

Everything comes around
Bringing us back again
Here is when we start
And where we end

I never thought I would return
To be consumed by you again
But I know a papermoon
The folly of a monster love like you

The pavement smell just after rain
The sun leaps out, it's clear again
I told you how I felt the earth could move
The folly of a monster love like you

Everything comes around
Bringing us back again
Here is when we start
And where we end

Everything comes around
Bringing us back again
Here is when we start
And where we end...

Hello there LJ.  It appears I have neglected you.  I will be turning 28 tomorrow.  Yikes.  I don't have much to add to that.  I am living in a new apartment, working, pretty happy.  Nothing exciting.  I am listening to the Bangles right now.  Yes, I am.   

Is anyone out there?  I'm at work.  Listening to some JE, which is very enjoyable.  I want to have a successful electronic band so bad.  Phil and I actually were recently contacted by another record label.  Unfortunately we lost our demo we were working on when Phil's hard drive crashed.  Back up your stuff folks! 

My friend Mattt made this. He's a cool guy who makes videos for Kevin Smith and other folks.

You Are 48% Politically Radical

You've got some radical viewpoints, but you aren't completely nuts. You're more of a visionary than a radical.

Over 100,000 people share my first name but no one else has my exact name. Neat-o.

Just something that speaks to me right now:

Father, can you hear me?
How have I let you down?
I curse the day that I was born,
And all the sorrow in the world...

Let me take you to the herding ground,
Where all good men are trampled down,
Just to settle a bet that could not be won,
Between a prideful father and his son.

Well you guard me now for I cant see,
A reason for this suffering and this long misery.
What if every living soul could be upright and strong?
Well, then I do imagine there will be
Sorrow.
Yeah there will be
Sorrow .
And there will be
Sorrow, no more.

When all soldiers lay their weapons down,
Or when all kings and all queens relinquish their crown,
Or when the only true messiah rescues us from ourselves...
Its easy to imagine there will be
Sorrow.
Yeah there will be
Sorrow .
And there will be
Sorrow, no more.

There will be
Sorrow.
Yeah there will be
Sorrow .
And there will be
Sorrow, no more.