Hey everyone, I am back in school and with another West Gate show coming up I have decided to leak out some new lyrics that I have written. I hope you enjoy them the song is entitled Way Out and we'll be playing it very soon!
Way Out
Verse:
Consciously I slip inside
That part of you that you know you hide
So tell me my wrong or is this right
If I knew exactly what was on your mind
Pre chorus:
Well baby you came to me
And you said everything I wanted
To hear….but…
Chorus:
…you took the way out
And its alright yea
The kingdom is lost now
And its alright yea
Verse:
With every moment gone my way
Knowledge gained by fearing simple apathy
Victimize yourself and you cross that line
You’ve played this game one too many times
Pre-chorus:
Well baby you came to me
With everything I wanted to hear
But I wanted the truth
You can’t even look me in the eyes
You knew what was going on
So….
Chorus:
…you took the way out
And its alright yea
The kingdom is lost now
And its alright yea
(solo)
PreChorus x1
Chorus x2
Monday, March 31, 2008
Saturday, March 29, 2008
late night post
Here is a poem I wrote a couple of years ago, and I thought it would be rather fitting to post it tonight. The story behind it was simply that I love to write poetry late at night, especially when the mind becomes tired and wanders in and out of reality. I hope you enjoy this poem titled Dimly Lit Poetry
2 am…
As I lie propped on a crushed pillow
Time is made for making thoughts at moonlight
Uncomfortably understanding my troubles and
The realization of my own reality
Under cloudy confections upon the canopy,
Strangling stars from this survivor of sleepless nights
I fall into dreamless dreams…
Of which I frequently forget the next morning.
Without notice droopy eyelids drop and it begins,
Sucked into another sentence of solitary confinement;
Wondering where I will wander throughout my mind
Preparing for what could possibly be paradise.
However, hallowed silence broken by a blaring alarm,
Assists the assassination of my innocent slumber.
Departing from darkness occupied by fabricated deceptions,
Existence is graciously granted a second chance.
…10 am
2 am…
As I lie propped on a crushed pillow
Time is made for making thoughts at moonlight
Uncomfortably understanding my troubles and
The realization of my own reality
Under cloudy confections upon the canopy,
Strangling stars from this survivor of sleepless nights
I fall into dreamless dreams…
Of which I frequently forget the next morning.
Without notice droopy eyelids drop and it begins,
Sucked into another sentence of solitary confinement;
Wondering where I will wander throughout my mind
Preparing for what could possibly be paradise.
However, hallowed silence broken by a blaring alarm,
Assists the assassination of my innocent slumber.
Departing from darkness occupied by fabricated deceptions,
Existence is graciously granted a second chance.
…10 am
Friday, March 28, 2008
Your Eyes
In attempt to archive some of my old poetry I will be periodically posting some poems i have written over the years, some old and some new. I hope you enjoy them, this is my first poem I will post and its titled Your Eyes...
In this cluttered soul
The only ray of light among the darkness
Is the reflection of your eyes
Staring back into mine as if there was no one else,
Speaking without words a glimpse of hope,
Comfort found in silence.
As the darkness clears and taxing thoughts depart
I find my heart beating once more.
Time is now an illusion of a stressful world
That I have left behind.
It’s quieter here…
In this sanctuary of peace and solace
I am lost in this novel refuge
And never want to be found.
When the days grow weary
And the nights long and cold
I pray to have this beloved place
To come back to
Where we can be lost together…
In each other’s eyes.
In this cluttered soul
The only ray of light among the darkness
Is the reflection of your eyes
Staring back into mine as if there was no one else,
Speaking without words a glimpse of hope,
Comfort found in silence.
As the darkness clears and taxing thoughts depart
I find my heart beating once more.
Time is now an illusion of a stressful world
That I have left behind.
It’s quieter here…
In this sanctuary of peace and solace
I am lost in this novel refuge
And never want to be found.
When the days grow weary
And the nights long and cold
I pray to have this beloved place
To come back to
Where we can be lost together…
In each other’s eyes.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
the beginning...
Well I guess this is the beginning of what could possibly be an answer to my boredom on spring break for a couple of hours or in the long run something special. Just to give you a quick window into my world my name is Pete…I am from New Jersey…yes I love diners at odd hours of the morning and a few other lovely NJ stereotypes…and on the other hand I believe guidos and Bon Jovi are ruining the youth of our nation, but I digress. I am a student of Seton Hall, a lackey to the department of Housing and Residence Life, a DJ at WSOU the best metal radio station in the United States, the lead singer in a band (West Gate…I will senselessly plug them at a later date), and for the most part a normal guy.
I have titled this blog “a place to rest my head” namely for the purpose of archiving my everyday thoughts and occurrences, which may ultimately be an amusing read in the future. I have not started this blog to rant and rave to the world all the problems of society and why I believe that my opinion stands supreme above others. Can I say that in the future I will not write about something or someone I dislike and try to prove my argument…at this point I am uncertain but it’s a good goal to have. For the most part I wish to have a place for my poetry, my lyric ideas, the detailing of my life’s events which at times may seem unbelievable, and ultimately a place to rest my head…I know I know way to work in the title of the blogspot how cliché.
If you read this it is not because I have told you to do so, or put you in a position to feel bad if you do not attempt to skim a couple paragraphs. You are reading this because I may have posted a link and you checked it out. If for some reason this blog has been put on the main page, which I doubt it ever will, then welcome and enjoy.
This is just the beginning…
I have titled this blog “a place to rest my head” namely for the purpose of archiving my everyday thoughts and occurrences, which may ultimately be an amusing read in the future. I have not started this blog to rant and rave to the world all the problems of society and why I believe that my opinion stands supreme above others. Can I say that in the future I will not write about something or someone I dislike and try to prove my argument…at this point I am uncertain but it’s a good goal to have. For the most part I wish to have a place for my poetry, my lyric ideas, the detailing of my life’s events which at times may seem unbelievable, and ultimately a place to rest my head…I know I know way to work in the title of the blogspot how cliché.
If you read this it is not because I have told you to do so, or put you in a position to feel bad if you do not attempt to skim a couple paragraphs. You are reading this because I may have posted a link and you checked it out. If for some reason this blog has been put on the main page, which I doubt it ever will, then welcome and enjoy.
This is just the beginning…
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