And I said to God "Why Me?" and God said to me "Why Not?"

 
 
Music: Existentialism On Prom Night -Straylight Run 
 
O ME! O life!  
Of the questions of these recurring,  
Of the endless trains of the faithless,  
Of cities fill'd with the foolish,  
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I,  
and who more faithless?)  
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the  
struggle ever renew'd,  
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see  
around me,  
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me  
intertwined,  
The question, O me! so sad, recurring-What good amid these,  
O me, O life?  
 
The Answer, that you are here. 
That life exists and identity,  
That the powerful play goes on,  
And you may contribute a verse.  
What will be your verse?

Dec 2005

The Passionate Guitarist to his Love

Come sit with me and play a song,
With heads held high, and voices strong,
With notes higher and higher still,
And the room with our rich tone will fill.

There we will sit in each others embrace
Hands dance swiftly with speed and grace,
To suddenly make a steep dive,
And make you squirm, and scream and jive.

There will I pluck and stroke your strings,
And a thousand notes shall you sing,
At speeds that have yet been unknown,
The master of this skill now shown.

“Beatiful” dark and smooth lacquer
Body could never be blacker,
And strings of nickel tightly wound,
To a mahogany neck bound.

A redwood fret board, two foot scale,
All the shavings I saved in this pail.
The picture of beauty and grace,
Standing here with me face to face.

Oh thankful am I you have this one invention,
As precious as gold, the most usèd convention
It allows me to make sure you do what you’re told,
Praise the Lord your volume can now be controlled.

A gift for you to make thee sing,
A gold, diamond encrusted ring
Now tell, was it as good for thee,
As I have found it was for me?
By Chris Cunningham

150944 | angryguitarfreak | 21:12 | 0 comments

Goodbye...And FUCK YOU!

You fought with your mom
You wanted to leave
To run away
And never return
Two days ago

I was your savior
You told me that
I made all your problems
Float away
Two days ago

Then you talked to her
Today i stand
Forced apart
Labled obsessive
And possesive
Two days ago

She fed you lies
Which you ate
When have i ever forced
You to come over?
The time you spent with me
Was mutualy arrived upon,
And even your idea.
How did you put it?
Oh thats right!
"I don't want to go home"
Two days ago

And now I sit
Accused by you
Of stealing you
From your family
Thanks for the vote of confidence

If thats how you feel
Then kiss my ass

If it's that easy to turn you,
I could probably win you back
But I dont want to
I'd much rather spend my time
With someone who can trust me
And won't drop me at the flick of a wrist

150942 | angryguitarfreak | 20:58 | 0 comments