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All lyrics (c) Jeff Braine 2004-2011 unless otherwise stated.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6479938.post-6855648769953407135</id><published>2011-04-06T09:41:00.011+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T10:15:18.425+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Up For Air</title><content type='html'>After three years the pills have dried up&lt;br /&gt;And the feelings I've missed have come flooding back&lt;br /&gt;After three years of numb, the unexploded bomb&lt;br /&gt;Started ticking to zero, and detonated inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm coming up for air, I'm surfacing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everything's coming into focus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm left picking up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;Rearranging them into some semblance of order&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky to have you looking over my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Telling me where they might fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm coming up for air, I'm surfacing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everything's coming together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I see that I'm entirely comprised&lt;br /&gt;Of promises and dreams I've been struggling to realise&lt;br /&gt;A bubble of potential, a suggestion of my true self&lt;br /&gt;A whisper of poetry that anxiety stifled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Night is a dark and familiar friend&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And sleep a longtime companion&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But neither can speed me through this&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Reinvention of my reinvented self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm coming up for air, I'm surfacing&lt;br /&gt;And I'm no longer peering through the murk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all becoming clearer (Bomb ticking to zero)&lt;br /&gt;It's all becoming clearer (Detonated inside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all becoming clearer (I'm coming up for air)&lt;br /&gt;It's all becoming clearer (I'm surfacing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now, ok now, ok now, now breathe&lt;br /&gt;Ok now, ok now&lt;br /&gt;Ok now&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6479938-6855648769953407135?l=jeffski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/feeds/6855648769953407135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6479938&amp;postID=6855648769953407135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/6855648769953407135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/6855648769953407135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/2011/04/coming-up-for-air.html' title='Coming Up For Air'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6479938.post-7963049487341978656</id><published>2009-03-02T11:54:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:58:44.678+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Circle part 2</title><content type='html'>Everything has come full circle&lt;div&gt;Oroborus smiled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope springs eternal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Aphrodite shines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear it ends here and now with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here, now, with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cycle ends here and now with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here, now with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight my little one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Safe in your daddy's arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight, sleep tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight my little one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleep in your daddy's arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight, tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be your light in the darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chase the shadows away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight, sweet dreams my Emily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad that this time you stayed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight my little one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfect in your daddy's eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight, sleep tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight my little one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will watch over you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But softly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6479938-7963049487341978656?l=jeffski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/feeds/7963049487341978656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6479938&amp;postID=7963049487341978656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/7963049487341978656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/7963049487341978656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/2009/03/full-circle-part-2.html' title='Full Circle part 2'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6479938.post-4734443359854953876</id><published>2009-02-08T22:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:46:03.791+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lesser Evil</title><content type='html'>Another bloody Sunday silence&lt;br /&gt;Punctuated by sporadic rainfall&lt;br /&gt;The pictures living on my TV screen&lt;br /&gt;Remind me of someone I used to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found a girl who looked like you&lt;br /&gt;I dressed her in your clothes&lt;br /&gt;But somehow she doesn’t make love&lt;br /&gt;Anything like you used to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final rusty nail forced through&lt;br /&gt;Splintering arms of tolerance&lt;br /&gt;The final straw that broke my back&lt;br /&gt;My cross to bear and burn&lt;br /&gt;And though this sorry life goes on&lt;br /&gt;For the pathetic souls who don’t complain&lt;br /&gt;Oustide your cage&lt;br /&gt;I’m standing caged within myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love you’re thinner now&lt;br /&gt;You can’t be eating properly&lt;br /&gt;Your will is dimming now&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are fading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skin and bones and bedding&lt;br /&gt;Newspapers and gasoline&lt;br /&gt;I fed the flame&lt;br /&gt;The flame clensed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final rusty nail forced through&lt;br /&gt;Splintering arms of tolerance&lt;br /&gt;The final straw that broke my back&lt;br /&gt;My cross to bear and burn&lt;br /&gt;And though this sorry life goes on&lt;br /&gt;For the pathetic souls who don’t complain&lt;br /&gt;I'll just keep staring at the past&lt;br /&gt;Until my eyes start burning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6479938-4734443359854953876?l=jeffski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/feeds/4734443359854953876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6479938&amp;postID=4734443359854953876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/4734443359854953876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/4734443359854953876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/2009/02/lesser-evil.html' title='A Lesser Evil'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6479938.post-7087093957211230822</id><published>2009-02-08T22:28:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:34:16.594+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Defeated by the Rain (Boxroom)</title><content type='html'>In the corner of a box placed in the corner of a boxroom&lt;br /&gt;She’s selling pathos and lethargy&lt;br /&gt;He stands in the doorway blocking the light from beyond&lt;br /&gt;He's selling faith full of ignorance&lt;br /&gt;His presence is so thick it's hard to discard&lt;br /&gt;So she stares facing him fearful&lt;br /&gt;He exudes malevolence in the way only a lover can hate&lt;br /&gt;Stone cold granite heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defeated by the rain dry skin blistered from its fearful touch&lt;br /&gt;Deflated by the reins wrapped tight around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He won't move from the doorway, won't let the light in on her&lt;br /&gt;So she lives in his shadow&lt;br /&gt;She pretends she's happy there but can't disguise somethign's wrong&lt;br /&gt;Can't break his hold&lt;br /&gt;She built a church inside her mind where she prays to him sometimes&lt;br /&gt;And she is ignored&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness isn't what he sells, least not to worthless pleading shells&lt;br /&gt;The cost is too high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defeated by the rain dry skin blistered from its fearful touch&lt;br /&gt;Deflated by the reins wrapped tight around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t give up, you need too much&lt;br /&gt;I can't let go, you need to hurt&lt;br /&gt;I cannot go, it's punishment&lt;br /&gt;For what I did, for what I know&lt;br /&gt;I blame myself but I'm not to blame&lt;br /&gt;It makes no sense but I need the shame&lt;br /&gt;I need to pay, I gave it all&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing left to pay with&lt;br /&gt;Except...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defeated by the rain dry skin blistered from its fearful touch&lt;br /&gt;Deflated by the reins wrapped tight around&lt;br /&gt;Defeated by the shame but that's the last gift that I have for you&lt;br /&gt;Won’t get fooled again, don’t ever think I’d die for free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6479938-7087093957211230822?l=jeffski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/feeds/7087093957211230822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6479938&amp;postID=7087093957211230822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/7087093957211230822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/7087093957211230822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/2009/02/defeated-by-rain-boxroom.html' title='Defeated by the Rain (Boxroom)'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6479938.post-4506884504213018970</id><published>2009-02-08T22:24:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:26:31.264+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile Upon Her</title><content type='html'>Descend the winding stairs into the new room below&lt;br /&gt;Disturb the dust with echoing footsteps&lt;br /&gt;Is this not the same as the place we were before?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a little less light escapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many more will I touch this way?&lt;br /&gt;I ask without expecting an answer&lt;br /&gt;Raise my offering to the sky, to the god of sleep and lullaby&lt;br /&gt;We all have our icons to burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that someday someone&lt;br /&gt;Will smile upon her just as I always will&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know that it’s all just a fleeting kiss away&lt;br /&gt;Till then I’ll smile upon her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When what should stay behind closed doors spills to the waiting press&lt;br /&gt;We chose sides and stand as judges and jury&lt;br /&gt;If you sugarcoat your biased view and skirt around a few taboos&lt;br /&gt;The kids won’t even think to complain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that someday someone&lt;br /&gt;Will smile upon her just as I always will&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know that it’s all just a fleeting kiss away&lt;br /&gt;Till then I’ll smile upon her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing more to do&lt;br /&gt;Except to sit and wait&lt;br /&gt;With all my friends and rejections&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing more to say&lt;br /&gt;That’s not been said before&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are beyond my invention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that someday someone&lt;br /&gt;Will smile upon her just as I always will&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know that it’s all just a fleeting kiss away&lt;br /&gt;Till then I’ll smile upon her&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’ll smile upon her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6479938-4506884504213018970?l=jeffski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/feeds/4506884504213018970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6479938&amp;postID=4506884504213018970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/4506884504213018970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/4506884504213018970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/2009/02/smile-upon-her.html' title='Smile Upon Her'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6479938.post-3339807604456701480</id><published>2009-02-08T22:22:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:22:56.779+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Starlingfall</title><content type='html'>Starlings fly in strict formation&lt;br /&gt;Over the steel trees that served us well&lt;br /&gt;Feral now, how they adapted&lt;br /&gt;When the world below them fell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These tarmac roads I travel alone&lt;br /&gt;Are strewn with glass and paved with blood&lt;br /&gt;Conditioned now to accept the fatal&lt;br /&gt;Pity we’re not made of stronger stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things in my life they cling and stain, oh-a-oh&lt;br /&gt;My childhood nightmares stay close at hand, yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;I feel I’m falling, falling down, down towards the ground&lt;br /&gt;Please let me wake before I land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self abuse triggered these dreams&lt;br /&gt;Wounds I lay open they swallow me in&lt;br /&gt;Remember the womb… helpless but safe?&lt;br /&gt;Must we rely… on others to win?&lt;br /&gt;Why must we rely…. on anyone else at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things in my life they cling and stain, oh-a-oh&lt;br /&gt;My childhood nightmares stay close at hand, yeah yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;I feel I’m falling, falling down, down towards the ground&lt;br /&gt;Please let me wake before I land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snatches of dreams&lt;br /&gt;I’m past it all&lt;br /&gt;Falling down through&lt;br /&gt;A crack in the wall&lt;br /&gt;Haunted by sight&lt;br /&gt;I’m blind in my fear&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in its spin&lt;br /&gt;Too low to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starlings fly in strict formation&lt;br /&gt;Over the ruins our fathers built&lt;br /&gt;Stricken and twisted they blight the landscape&lt;br /&gt;But starlings know not of our guilt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6479938-3339807604456701480?l=jeffski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/feeds/3339807604456701480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6479938&amp;postID=3339807604456701480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/3339807604456701480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/3339807604456701480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/2009/02/starlingfall.html' title='Starlingfall'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6479938.post-1967723838593654302</id><published>2009-02-08T22:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:06:25.648+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cancer That Is Fear</title><content type='html'>The group around me laughed as the tears welled up and fell&lt;br /&gt;Like some bullied little girl with no womb, frills or lace&lt;br /&gt;She scratches with her nails but the male pride holds her down&lt;br /&gt;Convinced this world should never have to see her face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetic and romantic, the fantasies she holds precious&lt;br /&gt;Come true for her sometimes but rarely do they last for long&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerable and fragile, beautiful and strange&lt;br /&gt;Caught the eges of your sight but then was gone again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always been a failure in my father’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;Always been a failure in my father’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;Always been a failure in my father’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;And now I’m becoming a failure in my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She peered round the barriers and showed herself to my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Faltering uneasy steps, blushing and shy&lt;br /&gt;Still hidden in the shadows, she raised her voice to softly sing&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she fleetingly is heard and then she’s gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always been a failure in my father’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;Always been a failure in my father’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;Always been a failure in my father’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;And now I’ve become a failure in my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She indeed is part of me, part of my love and mind&lt;br /&gt;She’s free now but she dare not laugh, she’s so unsure of what’s to come&lt;br /&gt;Waiting cautiously she hides resigned to the uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;She could die unloved, unknown, or then again she could run free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could fulfil my father’s dreams&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could fulfil my father’s dreams&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could fulfil my father’s dreams&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll settle for fulfilling my own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6479938-1967723838593654302?l=jeffski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/feeds/1967723838593654302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6479938&amp;postID=1967723838593654302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/1967723838593654302'/><link rel='self' 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childhood, her gift to me&lt;br /&gt;Icons from a past I couldn’t intervene&lt;br /&gt;Scant comfort were my arms the nights when tremors reigned&lt;br /&gt;Motes of hope in a world where nothing’s free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex sells, sex sells&lt;br /&gt;But you sold me the moon&lt;br /&gt;My strange one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl with the light in her eyes – shine&lt;br /&gt;Gave me your dream to hold until I die&lt;br /&gt;Sunset smiled upon dogged miles we walked entwined&lt;br /&gt;Two dreamers on a road forged from brambled time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex sells, sex sells&lt;br /&gt;But you sold me the stars&lt;br /&gt;My strange one&lt;br /&gt;Oh my strange one&lt;br /&gt;Oh my strange one&lt;br /&gt;Oh my strange one&lt;br /&gt;Yay yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex sells, sex sells&lt;br /&gt;But you sold me a soul&lt;br /&gt;My strange one&lt;br /&gt;Sex sells, sex sells&lt;br /&gt;Follow you to the grave&lt;br /&gt;My strange one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6479938-2311658620985503552?l=jeffski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/feeds/2311658620985503552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6479938&amp;postID=2311658620985503552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/2311658620985503552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/2311658620985503552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-strange-one.html' title='My Strange One'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6479938.post-2955451424749226150</id><published>2009-02-08T22:01:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:02:23.827+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Stigmata</title><content type='html'>Come closer&lt;br /&gt;You're safe here now, friend&lt;br /&gt;In the tiny room in my tiny mind&lt;br /&gt;Your bruises tug and mend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't control&lt;br /&gt;This feedback in my head&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kissing the lovers as they attempt to tempt with&lt;br /&gt;putrid pubescent fumblings that make me&lt;br /&gt;Sicken and retch with every smug wimper&lt;br /&gt;Blood seems to seep through every pore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;Feel my presence?&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel my warm breath spreading down your back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackened&lt;br /&gt;Maligned, misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;Pick the scabs to feel alive&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't heal if I could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kissing the lovers as they attempt to tempt with&lt;br /&gt;putrid pubescent fumblings that make me&lt;br /&gt;Sicken and retch with every smug wimper&lt;br /&gt;Blood seems to seep through every pore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;Feel my presence?&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel my warm breath spreading down your back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I'm Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I'm fake&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I'm Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6479938-2955451424749226150?l=jeffski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/feeds/2955451424749226150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6479938&amp;postID=2955451424749226150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/2955451424749226150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/2955451424749226150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/2009/02/stigmata.html' title='Stigmata'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6479938.post-2609221792832762749</id><published>2009-02-08T21:58:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:00:21.048+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Meek</title><content type='html'>I can't even belong to you&lt;br /&gt;I can't relate to anyone&lt;br /&gt;Your friends are so much better than me&lt;br /&gt;You're all such beautiful beings&lt;br /&gt;I 'm just nothing compared to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm meek, I'm small&lt;br /&gt;I'm meek, I'm small&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep unless I put myself down ten times&lt;br /&gt;Oh I can't sleep unless I've put myself down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write my wishes on the walls&lt;br /&gt;In red and yellow crayon&lt;br /&gt;No one bothers to read&lt;br /&gt;No one bothers to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm meek, I'm small&lt;br /&gt;I'm meek, I'm small&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep unless I put myself down ten times&lt;br /&gt;Oh I can't sleep unless I've put myself down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I brought into your life&lt;br /&gt;Has now become commonplace&lt;br /&gt;All I brought new to you&lt;br /&gt;Has faded into commonplace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm meek, I'm small&lt;br /&gt;I'm meek, I'm small&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep unless I put myself down ten times&lt;br /&gt;Oh I can't sleep unless I've put myself down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been called out in class&lt;br /&gt;To later write a hundred times upon the board&lt;br /&gt;In letters three feet tall&lt;br /&gt;Dear Teacher I'll never have any worth at all&lt;br /&gt;Dear Teacher I'll never be any use at all&lt;br /&gt;Dear Teacher I'll never be as good as you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6479938-2609221792832762749?l=jeffski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/feeds/2609221792832762749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6479938&amp;postID=2609221792832762749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/2609221792832762749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/2609221792832762749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/2009/02/meek.html' title='Meek'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6479938.post-1206467876534252369</id><published>2009-02-08T21:56:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:58:04.063+10:00</updated><title type='text'>For You To Roam</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting for you to roam&lt;br /&gt;Thought by now you’d be for leaving that home&lt;br /&gt;Trampled under once his seed was sown&lt;br /&gt;Esteem battered now your dreams have all flown&lt;br /&gt;Shutter the windows and gutter the flame&lt;br /&gt;Rescue lies beyond the stumbles and shame&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Long I gazed into your blackening eyes&lt;br /&gt;Long I’ve loved you wearing friendship’s disguise&lt;br /&gt;Kept my distance, stayed my hand through the rage&lt;br /&gt;Pushed affection through his jealousy’s cage&lt;br /&gt;I don’t remember when all this began&lt;br /&gt;Time tends to slip through trembling hands&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take a breath of freedom, shackles will fall&lt;br /&gt;Leave the past behind the crumbling wall&lt;br /&gt;Pay no heed to what the naysayers call&lt;br /&gt;There's no truth to find in negative drawl&lt;br /&gt;The silver lilt of siren-song will lead you away&lt;br /&gt;Been singing since I met you, now the harmony stays&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6479938-1206467876534252369?l=jeffski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6479938.post-9060143110683456306</id><published>2009-02-08T21:52:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:53:21.732+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember, Remember My Winterling</title><content type='html'>The journey here wasn't easy,&lt;br /&gt;but it was easier than some&lt;br /&gt;And whilst you may not be around much now&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're proud of the man I've become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laid in shadows as the trains passed&lt;br /&gt;I held you warm against the dew&lt;br /&gt;And though we parted years ago&lt;br /&gt;My mind oft meanders back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, remember the cruel December?&lt;br /&gt;Remember, remember the wind's banshee wail&lt;br /&gt;That pierced our mansion of mouldering plaster&lt;br /&gt;And bit at our bones though our maudlin clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I fell upon my sword now&lt;br /&gt;Would a bell chime? Would you light a candle?&lt;br /&gt;Would you dare to let a tear fall?&lt;br /&gt;Would your shoulders sag? Would you wonder "what if?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, remember the cruel December?&lt;br /&gt;Remember, remember the wind's banshee wail&lt;br /&gt;That pierced our mansion of mouldering plaster&lt;br /&gt;And bit at our bones though our maudlin clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lowered our heads and muttered conspiracies&lt;br /&gt;We said we'd live as king and queen&lt;br /&gt;Entrenched with the tribes of Thatcher's forgotten&lt;br /&gt;Squatting in some condemned palace unseen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, remember the cruel December?&lt;br /&gt;Remember, remember the wind's banshee wail&lt;br /&gt;That pierced our mansion of mouldering plaster&lt;br /&gt;And bit at our bones though our maudlin clothes&lt;br /&gt;But we were the richer for we had each other&lt;br /&gt;As faithful companions and tentative lovers&lt;br /&gt;But my winterling&lt;br /&gt;Has flown On silver wings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6479938-9060143110683456306?l=jeffski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/feeds/9060143110683456306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6479938&amp;postID=9060143110683456306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/9060143110683456306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/9060143110683456306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/2009/02/remember-remember-my-winterling.html' title='Remember, Remember My Winterling'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6479938.post-2116226372388460796</id><published>2009-02-08T21:50:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:50:48.863+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Duckling</title><content type='html'>Mother's unwanted hatchling&lt;br /&gt;Such a foul ugly duckling&lt;br /&gt;Curdled the milk&lt;br /&gt;From the breast you were suckling&lt;br /&gt;Spent the night on the street&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you pissed your sheets&lt;br /&gt;By age nine the cobbles&lt;br /&gt;Felt more like home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fog's gentle fingers lighter than gossamer&lt;br /&gt;Settle you down to some semblance of sleep&lt;br /&gt;With a dirty rapscallion as a willing companion&lt;br /&gt;While her mother pleased sailors&lt;br /&gt;With her threepenny smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh What did you see On the cusp of a dream?&lt;br /&gt;What did you wake when your nails cut in deep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh What did you see through your narcotic dream?&lt;br /&gt;What did you take when your blade cut in deep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh What did you feel through your necrotic dream?&lt;br /&gt;What soul did you take when the spite cut in deep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight they'll be sorry&lt;br /&gt;For you will rise, changed&lt;br /&gt;They'll flee the reprisals&lt;br /&gt;The rage of the newborn red dragon&lt;br /&gt;That we once saw as pitiful, piss-soaked and weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's unwanted hatchling&lt;br /&gt;Such a foul ugly duckling&lt;br /&gt;Curdled the milk&lt;br /&gt;From the breast you were suckling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6479938-2116226372388460796?l=jeffski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/feeds/2116226372388460796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6479938&amp;postID=2116226372388460796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/2116226372388460796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/2116226372388460796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/2009/02/ugly-duckling.html' title='Ugly Duckling'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6479938.post-1040389221574080703</id><published>2009-02-08T21:44:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:49:27.737+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Nomad Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Chrome islands, neon seas&lt;br /&gt;You turned your back, you didn't see&lt;br /&gt;Shifting sands, glacial flow&lt;br /&gt;You haven't been, you wouldn't know&lt;br /&gt;Polar winds, Northern lights&lt;br /&gt;I missed your warmth those frigid nights&lt;br /&gt;Midnight sun, barren wastes&lt;br /&gt;I curse your absense and my haste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything but this&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere but here&lt;br /&gt;Anyone but me&lt;br /&gt;Any life but mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackend sand and splintered keel&lt;br /&gt;Molten glass and spinner's wheel&lt;br /&gt;Icons hewn by bone and zeal&lt;br /&gt;The fall of stone, the rise of steel&lt;br /&gt;The broadsheets sing the victor's praise&lt;br /&gt;As memory rots and truth decays&lt;br /&gt;Hands are dealt and gambits played&lt;br /&gt;And now we stride where once we strayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything but this&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere but here&lt;br /&gt;Anyone but me&lt;br /&gt;Any life but mine&lt;br /&gt;Anything but this&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere but here&lt;br /&gt;Anyone but me&lt;br /&gt;Any life but mine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6479938-1040389221574080703?l=jeffski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/feeds/1040389221574080703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6479938&amp;postID=1040389221574080703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/1040389221574080703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/1040389221574080703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/2009/02/nomad-ten.html' title='Nomad Ten'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6479938.post-4335147880766880953</id><published>2009-02-08T21:40:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:44:37.270+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Circle</title><content type='html'>Everything has come full circle - Oroborus smiled&lt;br /&gt;Hope springs eternal, yet Aphrodite sighed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll swear it ends, here and now with me&lt;br /&gt;Here, now, with me&lt;br /&gt;And I'll swear it ends, here and now with me&lt;br /&gt;Here, now, with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A daisychain, a daisychain in return for a blushing kiss&lt;br /&gt;From the boy that punched your arm and then ran away&lt;br /&gt;In that spring of innocence&lt;br /&gt;In the year of nineteen seventysomething&lt;br /&gt;Wet from dew and jeweled, we traded bruises and affection&lt;br /&gt;I was that boy, you were that girl forgotten as the years unfurled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dandylion clocks marked out the seconds til some seeming endless summer tired&lt;br /&gt;And then the winds grew chill and the leaves ablaze from treetops fell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter mornings smelled of frost, horse chestnut and gunpowder from dud fireworks&lt;br /&gt;and burned rubber from the factory across the dreary dying river with its single forlorn swan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I was the boy that cried&lt;br /&gt;And you were the girl that didn't care that I cried&lt;br /&gt;And I was the boy who didn't see you cried inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to reflect sometimes&lt;br /&gt;To remind me who I'm not&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I have to reflect sometimes&lt;br /&gt;To remind me I'm not you&lt;br /&gt;To remind me I'm not you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has come full circle - Oroborus smiled&lt;br /&gt;Hope springs eternal yet Aphrodite sighed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll swear it ends, here and now with me&lt;br /&gt;Here, now, with me&lt;br /&gt;And I'll swear it ends, here and now with me&lt;br /&gt;Here, now, with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6479938-4335147880766880953?l=jeffski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/feeds/4335147880766880953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6479938&amp;postID=4335147880766880953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/4335147880766880953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/4335147880766880953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/2009/02/full-circle.html' title='Full Circle'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6479938.post-5442860355938978016</id><published>2008-09-21T19:38:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:40:15.075+10:00</updated><title type='text'>SullenInnerChild</title><content type='html'>Taunt me with that frown of yours&lt;br /&gt;Its similes and metaphors&lt;br /&gt;Undressed me with a poet’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;And watched me choke on my denial&lt;br /&gt;You spoke to me in measured tones&lt;br /&gt;Shifting muscle, skin and bones&lt;br /&gt;A glance that echoed volumes&lt;br /&gt;On a face that weathers storms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the courts of conscience, I stand alone accused&lt;br /&gt;But the questions fall unanswered on the sunset of a bruise&lt;br /&gt;When the voices in your head cease their chattering to scold&lt;br /&gt;Your sullen inner child will pull the heads off all her dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answering unspoken pleas&lt;br /&gt;Touch on insecurities&lt;br /&gt;Wake the spectre of the past&lt;br /&gt;Its malice keeps you tethered fast&lt;br /&gt;Stalked by its malignant prowl&lt;br /&gt;Haunted by bestial howls&lt;br /&gt;My futile urge to ground you&lt;br /&gt;Earns me scant reprieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the courts of conscience, I stand alone accused&lt;br /&gt;But the questions fall unanswered on the sunset of a bruise&lt;br /&gt;When the voices in your head cease their chattering to scold&lt;br /&gt;Your sullen inner child will pull the heads off all her dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you go&lt;br /&gt;I can't follow&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside&lt;br /&gt;The guilt you shouldn’t feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback to a black caress&lt;br /&gt;Suffered long under duress&lt;br /&gt;Gagging on unwanted love&lt;br /&gt;That came unbidden from above&lt;br /&gt;Sinking deeper still within&lt;br /&gt;A new voice born disturbs the din&lt;br /&gt;You peer around bewildered&lt;br /&gt;And you take the time to breathe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6479938-5442860355938978016?l=jeffski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/feeds/5442860355938978016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6479938&amp;postID=5442860355938978016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/5442860355938978016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/5442860355938978016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/2008/09/sulleninnerchild.html' title='SullenInnerChild'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6479938.post-4025110119041572610</id><published>2008-09-21T19:28:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:27:58.969+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Narrator</title><content type='html'>Frames your eyes as they look into space&lt;br /&gt;Can't see life beyond these mirrors&lt;br /&gt;All of your friends they go and come&lt;br /&gt;Always seeing something wrong&lt;br /&gt;They hope you never end this way&lt;br /&gt;They hope you never end this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your heart beating raw&lt;br /&gt;I see your face&lt;br /&gt;I see your eyes veering off&lt;br /&gt;and I hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;Your laughter could fill the room&lt;br /&gt;And your laughter once filled this room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no words to this scene&lt;br /&gt;No supporting cast, no props, no curtain&lt;br /&gt;The narrator's gone for a minute...&lt;br /&gt;And the director's on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenary is just bare bones&lt;br /&gt;I hear no prompt from the wings&lt;br /&gt;A spotlight shines in my face&lt;br /&gt;But still I stumble on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your voice seeps from my head&lt;br /&gt;DO NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;I hear you. I obey. You heckle and jeer.&lt;br /&gt;Seems I'm wrong whatever I do&lt;br /&gt;Your laughter fills the room&lt;br /&gt;Your laughter fills the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel just like a virgin on my first night&lt;br /&gt;Feel just like a virgin&lt;br /&gt;As your laughter fills the room&lt;br /&gt;Your laughter fills the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold your hopes high&lt;br /&gt;I pull your ropes tight&lt;br /&gt;As I take my final bow&lt;br /&gt;I am alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6479938-4025110119041572610?l=jeffski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/feeds/4025110119041572610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6479938&amp;postID=4025110119041572610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/4025110119041572610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/4025110119041572610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/2008/09/narrator.html' title='The Narrator'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6479938.post-5450856595075555161</id><published>2008-09-21T19:26:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:28:19.448+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Son</title><content type='html'>Son I think it's time we spoke&lt;br /&gt;Recently you've seemed remote&lt;br /&gt;You've got it in you to be great&lt;br /&gt;I've planned your progress to the grave&lt;br /&gt;You're going to make your father proud&lt;br /&gt;In a way I will allow&lt;br /&gt;Your potential will be shown&lt;br /&gt;Your success dictates my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallowed pride sticks in craw&lt;br /&gt;Learn to cope imperfectly&lt;br /&gt;Learn to take life on the jaw&lt;br /&gt;Son, you'll fit in perfectly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry, don't you bawl&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll give you something to cry for&lt;br /&gt;Go through life with iron fists&lt;br /&gt;A punch avoided's a victory missed&lt;br /&gt;You're going to make your father proud&lt;br /&gt;In a way I will allow&lt;br /&gt;Your potential will be shown&lt;br /&gt;Your success dictates my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallowed pride sticks in craw&lt;br /&gt;Learn to cope imperfectly&lt;br /&gt;Learn to take life on the jaw&lt;br /&gt;Son, you'll fit in perfectly&lt;br /&gt;Know your place, keep in line&lt;br /&gt;And you'll get on famously&lt;br /&gt;Live your life just like mine&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my legacy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6479938-5450856595075555161?l=jeffski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/feeds/5450856595075555161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6479938&amp;postID=5450856595075555161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/5450856595075555161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/5450856595075555161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/2008/09/son.html' title='The Son'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6479938.post-4646258285236017483</id><published>2008-09-21T19:10:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:15:02.476+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Divine</title><content type='html'>Veined and spidered photos of girl with tomorrow eyes&lt;br /&gt;A niaive lyric written by a younger hand than mine&lt;br /&gt;Let them sleep, let them sleep&lt;br /&gt;It's past, move on&lt;br /&gt;Put them back in the box&lt;br /&gt;Marked "do not dwell upon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Breathe the ghosts between the lies&lt;br /&gt;    Haunting embers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking hagged and laden down, air rushing to my lungs&lt;br /&gt;White noise from the ceiling fan sounds like some foreign tongue&lt;br /&gt;Let me sleep, let me dream&lt;br /&gt;Without guilt, without shame&lt;br /&gt;Seratonin reuptake inhibited again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Still the fire that brands and binds&lt;br /&gt;    Sears and twists me&lt;br /&gt;    Nightmare faces in the flames&lt;br /&gt;    They reach and beckon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark has a life of its own&lt;br /&gt;It voice makes no sound yet it's spoken your name&lt;br /&gt;Shakes the memories loose from myself&lt;br /&gt;And replays them over and over again...&lt;br /&gt;to an audience of one....&lt;br /&gt;replays them over and over again.....and again......&lt;br /&gt;and again, til the dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands raised to the sky to touch the two faces of god&lt;br /&gt;Ankle-deep barefoot to ground me - stand where no other has trod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The absentees walk in glee&lt;br /&gt;And talk of beliefs in murmurs&lt;br /&gt;We once conspired to flee this shire&lt;br /&gt;And start our flight&lt;br /&gt;Under auroralight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under fire from all sides&lt;br /&gt;I will not change, I am divine&lt;br /&gt;And though betrayed and compromised&lt;br /&gt;I will not break, I am divine&lt;br /&gt;Head in hands for old times&lt;br /&gt;I know no shame, I am divine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, uncomfortably exposed&lt;br /&gt;I'll hide my intentions behind innuendo&lt;br /&gt;And an uneasy underused smile&lt;br /&gt;I flash at you from behind my guile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Music's deep within my soul&lt;br /&gt;    It defines me&lt;br /&gt;    Take this melody and go&lt;br /&gt;    But sleep uneasy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6479938-4646258285236017483?l=jeffski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/feeds/4646258285236017483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6479938&amp;postID=4646258285236017483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/4646258285236017483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/4646258285236017483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-divine.html' title='I Am Divine'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6479938.post-3575435177627748511</id><published>2008-09-19T13:49:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T10:14:29.475+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession of a Willing Canvas</title><content type='html'>And if you cut me I do not bleed, I speak&lt;br /&gt;Scratchy dry apologies for failings I can’t quite fathom&lt;br /&gt;Even so I see your ire and I know&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I’m the cause, I’m the reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take up this marker pen,&lt;br /&gt;Permanent and black&lt;br /&gt;And write of how I wronged you&lt;br /&gt;A thousand times upon my back&lt;br /&gt;Use expletives, symbols, anything&lt;br /&gt;And then start upon my chest&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wear it as a warning&lt;br /&gt;And a lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you strike me I do not bruise, I sing&lt;br /&gt;Faltering notes of a song I once heard&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for muddling the lines&lt;br /&gt;It was years ago that I last knew the words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take up this marker pen,&lt;br /&gt;Permanent and black&lt;br /&gt;And write of how you’ll fuck me&lt;br /&gt;A thousand times upon my back&lt;br /&gt;Use expletives, symbols, anything&lt;br /&gt;And then start upon my chest&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wear it as a blanket&lt;br /&gt;And a prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you mark me with your wishes and your words it will not sting&lt;br /&gt;Layers upon layers of your guilt upon my skin&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your manuscript, your canvass, your possession&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wear it til it fades - my decoration, your confession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then take up this marker pen,&lt;br /&gt;Permanent and black&lt;br /&gt;And scribble in chaos&lt;br /&gt;Till you’ve covered my back&lt;br /&gt;Use expletives, symbols, anything&lt;br /&gt;And then start upon my chest&lt;br /&gt;I’ll wear for love&lt;br /&gt;And for comfort&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6479938-3575435177627748511?l=jeffski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/feeds/3575435177627748511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6479938&amp;postID=3575435177627748511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/3575435177627748511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/3575435177627748511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/2008/09/confession-of-willing-canvass.html' title='Confession of a Willing Canvas'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6479938.post-114958363071573337</id><published>2006-06-06T18:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T18:47:10.793+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubiksphere EP released!</title><content type='html'>Well on Saturday we spent a tiring but productive 7 hours in the studio and recorded four songs: The Untouchable, The Son, Drug-Fucked Mona Lisa and Family Ties (Welcome to the Revolution). Came out acetastic too, we're all really happy. To celebrate, we've made the EP available for free on &lt;a href="http://mp3.com.au/rubiksphere"&gt;our mp3.com.au site&lt;/a&gt;, and will be getting a whole heap of proper CDs done up to hand out to people, send to radio stations etc etc :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6479938-114958363071573337?l=jeffski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/feeds/114958363071573337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6479938&amp;postID=114958363071573337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/114958363071573337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/114958363071573337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/2006/06/rubiksphere-ep-released.html' title='Rubiksphere EP released!'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6479938.post-112450979034237734</id><published>2005-08-20T12:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T13:49:50.386+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Big update time</title><content type='html'>Yeah yeah, long time no post. Sorry to anyone who hangs on my every word (you really need to get out more ;) Really!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been going on to keep me from updating. Heaps, tho not all interesting I'm afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically a month or so ago I was given notice that the people I rent this house from wanted to renovate. As such, I had to look for a new place to live, which is harder than it sounds when you've got a rough location in mind, two cats and a penchent for playing guitar at odd times of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just over a week ago I made a successful application to rent a place just down the road from where I work. It's also one street away from Mick and Nums, which is great all round - they'd be able to feed the mogs for me if I was away, so I'll be able to go on training interstate again (I've had to turn down some courses due to them being run in Sydney). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be able to drive them to the shops etc, pick 'em up from the station when its pissing down with rain etc etc. I'd also be able to pick up the girls from daycare if Mick and Nums get stuck in the city for some reason (they both work in The Valley, and if Mick gets busted for soliciting on his street corner and nums has to bail him out again etc etc). The silly idjits have bought me an amazing microwave as a housewarming prezzie - it's fantastic... HUGE, and has a built in recipe book. In a tremendous show of restraint, I've left it packed until after I move - and I have NO idea how I've managed to do that (boys and gadgets, you know the score)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, being geeks, we're already planning a wireless internet connection between our houses....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work on the band's demo is still in progress - Phil's done some wonderful work on Emily, Cult of the One, No More Kings, Chrominence and Before You Fall. He's taking extra time to make sure he gets a 'sound' that suits us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band's still amidst auditions for bassists and drummers. Dane, who replaced Dave after the recording sessions vanished after about 4 weeks - we've been unable to contact him, so I hope he just lost his phone rather than something nasty happening. He's a real nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 'downtime' between auditions, we've been working on new songs. These are going tremendously well. So far we've worked on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Finding Emo (working title for one of Justin's songs)&lt;br /&gt;* Prizefight (another one of Justin's)&lt;br /&gt;* Outta My Mind (working title for one of Shane's songs)&lt;br /&gt;* Betrayed (One of mine - Shane does a great Cello impression on his guitar)&lt;br /&gt;* Can I Feel Your Heartbeat (Mine. Previously known as 'No Baby')&lt;br /&gt;* Your Stolen Mind (Mine)&lt;br /&gt;* Label Me Blameless (Mine - used to play it in Torn)&lt;br /&gt;* The New Red (Mine. Previously known as Silverscream)&lt;br /&gt;* Little England (Mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also worked on a cover of Duran Duran's Hungry Like the Wolf, and had a brief look at a couple more of my songs (Starlingfall and My Strange One). Shane and Justing both have other new songs in the works - one of Shanes is this really cool drop-D riff (similar in style to 'D' but somehow darker). I've got rough recordings of most of the new stuff but nothing we'd want to share at the moment (we're still nutting out structure, harmonies and in some cases lyrics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's been pretty busy too - a couple of ago I put a new mail gateway server live, and also doubled the student email mailbox quota. Both were successful, and it ended up taking about 3 hours which isn't bad going. I was also nominated to be my section's person put forward for the AVCC Leadership Programme (AVCC being the Australian Vice Chancellor's Committee). I was very proud! Yesterday I received word that I'd been accepted! The Programme is run at Deakin uni in Victoria, about an hour from Melboune (apparently). Guess who's hoping he can meet up with the Mandi? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of entries ago I think I mentioned that I'd gone for the team leader position in my group. Well I didn't get the job, which went to Mitch, who had recently left the team to work in the research computing dpt. I'm almost glad I didn't get it - Mitch has been a VERY busy man the last few weeks, and he's coping very well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, I did a stint as acting Snr Security Specialist (basically acting Manager of Computer Securiy), which I thouroughly enjoyed and was rather sad to have to hand the reigns back to Eddy when he came back from leave. Eddy has since resigned, and it'll be very sad to see him go - he's had a very positive effect around the place, and we get on well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The position's been advertised, and I'm going to apply -- I've worked at the Uni since 1998 and never applied for any jobs, then this year I've applied for two (both at the uni, so don't panic Karl!) This is not due to lack of ambition (at least not since I got over San and I's split), but is testament to how much I love my job and enjoy being in the team I'm in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two jobs I've gone for have been closely related to my current work and basically 'next rung up the ladder' with (allegedly, Mitch would dispute this!) less hands-on technical work and more management type work. I'm not bored with my current work by any means, but I would like to have a bit more responsibility and impact on processes/policies (though I have to say, my boss is great at hearing our opinions and ideas and enabling his team members to run with their convictions - and unlike many other bosses, he's all for deferring credit to those responsible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, my boss had a BBQ at his house and I was invited, along with my guitar and PA. My boss got his drumkit out and a couple of other colleagues brought keyboards and guitars. We had a monster (nearly 5 hour) jam session, some good stuff, some bad stuff, but overall: fun. Included in the 'set' were Rainbow Connection, a punked up version of Leavin' on a Jet Plane (!) and, especially for Troy and his wife, the first verse of Black Sabbath's Paranoid. Cristy and Anna, the sisters who work in my group had goes at singing and drumming.. the most notable for me was the version of Alanis Morrissette's "You oughtta Know" - not all lyrics were remembered, but Cristy sang with complete conviction. I got home about 1am and am still rather sore from all the playing and equipment lugging... yet I'm also about to do more packing. Ug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, breaking news - I'm now addicted to Kitkat Peanut Butter bars. Thanks, Nestle, you'll be hearing from my tailors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, tonight I finally get to meet Lil Miss Squish, Extreme Ironer, owner of an impressive set of.. er.. thongs and all-round cutie. We're having a games night at Mick and Nums', and we'll be joined by IRCaddict and BiteYrBum. I'm currently looking out my hairties, nail polish, halo and marker pens so Team Freckle can be in full effect! Plan is Pizza and games of Pictionary and Baulderdash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better go do some packing. The girls know something's happening - Willow's giving me that "Wachootalkinboutwillis?" look and tammy's sitting on the highest point possible (which is currently atop the microwave box)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6479938-112450979034237734?l=jeffski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/feeds/112450979034237734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6479938&amp;postID=112450979034237734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/112450979034237734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/112450979034237734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/2005/08/big-update-time.html' title='Big update time'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6479938.post-111501683820399911</id><published>2005-05-02T15:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T16:53:58.210+10:00</updated><title type='text'>NO SLEEP 'TILL........... GRAFTON!</title><content type='html'>It's Monday afternoon. I'm knackered. Well and truely knackered. I'm sat at my PC contemplating a nap for a while, but I keep getting distracted by another song. I haven't had much sleep the last few days and I'm achey and my fingers are rather blistered and my throat rather sore yet I'm the happiest I've been for a fair number of years. Here's the rundown of my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Get up at 5:30 to start work at 7am as there's some stuff to do to a system before people start using it at 8am. This all went fine. Finished work at 3pm, stopped off at the music shop to get some picks and other gubbins. Headed off to bed at 9.30pm because I had an early start the following morning. Despite being physically knackered, my head was overactive, so I watched a couple of episodes of Sherlock Holmes on DVD. Around midnight I tried to get to sleep but the cats were aware something was different and were extra-active. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;Got up at 4:30am after about two hours total sleep. Moved all my gear into the hall, showered, then went out to the drive to wait for Shane and Justin. Justin arrives about 5.20am, Shane about 20 mins later. Load all three of us plus 2 amps, 7 guitars, 2 large boxes of effect pedals, cables etc and 3 people's bedding into Shane's car. Hit the road at around 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 7:30am we're driving past Byron singing "It's the End of the World as we Know It and I feel fine" (REM) at the top of our lungs, followed by "Stand" (REM) and "Lake of Fire" (Meatpuppets). Road Trip is well and truely underway. Sometime around 8am we were in Ballina and needed a pee break. What better place to stop than a Bee Pee servo? This servo had a collection of porno mags that would put Lemming's DVD collection to shame. We were definitely in New South Wales then. Back on the road, we had a small titter at the absurdity of The Big Prawn and cooed at an inquisitive wallaby. Ended up at Taf's in Grafton at around 10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30am Shane and I had set our amps up in the studio, Justin had befriended Taf's tribe of kitties and I'd discovered the miniDV cam I'd borrowed was complaining it had dirty heads despite cleaning them a couple of times. With a few re-takes, smoke breaks and a REALLY nice cheese and ham roll (thanks Taf!), that afternoon we recorded the main guitar and scratch vocal tracks of 9 songs (Emily, Drugfucked Mona Lisa, Before You Fall, Lights, Relapse, Cult of the One, D, Chrominance and two versions of No More Kings at different speeds). After a well accepted dinner of KFC, Phil and I headed back into the studio to record the basslines. Phil lent me one of his basses for this. It was a wonderful guitar to play, and had a great sound. Basslines took until around midnight. Justin had crashed hours before, whilst Shane had stayed up chatting to Taf and Alex (chookie tiramisu) and talking to Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave had realised an hour from Brisbane that he'd left some kit behind and had turned tail to go and get it. Now on his way a second time, the combi of doom had decided it wanted to enjoy a theme park and broken down outside Movie World. Shane was all set to go and get him, when Dave called back to say that Simone, drummer girlfriend extraordinaire was driving him down and we'd see him Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;About half midnight I crashed on the floor of Taf's computer room. Justin was snoring away in the living room and Shane was muttering to himself in his sleep in the doorway. I slept suprisingly well, getting up at 5:30 when the birds were fooled by the false dawn. Sat outside on the veranda watching the real dawn for a while, then had a smoke and a coffee with Justin and Shane when they woke up around 6. Went back to sleep until abut 8:30 when we sat out on the veranda with Phil, Taf, Alex and the cats for coffee and optional toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning Justin did main vocals on the 9 songs we'd put down on Saturday. Dave and Simone arrived just as Justin was finishing off. For someone who'd had such a shitty time the day before, Daveo was doing well. He set up and put down drum tracks on 8 of the previous days songs. We discovered that Emily had a tricky bit where (playing along to a click track) we'd deviated from what we normally played with Dave, and so we had to re-do it, recording drums and guitars simultaneously. So we redid Emily, and while we were all setup, did Tear as well, bringing our song total up to 10. We did Tear differently to normal and it sounded great. Quite EMF really as Shane was wah-wahing away like a man posessed. That done, we loaded Dave and his kit in Simone's car and waved them on their merry way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With main guitars, vocals and drums down, it was time for me to record my solos and a couple of guitar overdubs. I had suprisingly little trouble with the Lights solo for a change, did the solo for Drugfucked in 2 takes (1st take was ok, but had a couple of slightly late notes). I then did the bass on the new version of Emily and came up with a funkier bassline for Tear that fit its new style. Justin then came in and did vocals on the two new tracks while Shane and I woke up our vocal chords in preparation for doing backing/harmony vocals. I did a couple of tracks then handed the mic to Shane while I got my voice back to do my remaining tracks. Had reheated KFC for lunch. Yum. Made a mess though (cats didn't mind!). Finished off the backing vocals once Shane finished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had taken a while longer than we'd planned, but saying that, because Dave hadnt been able to make it on Saturday due to work, we'd recorded more tracks than we'd originally intended. As we loaded Shane's car up for the trip home, Phil recorded a very rough mix of each song onto a tape for us, and burned me CDs of the source material. We're both going to have a go at mixing it and compare notes. The trip home was fairly uneventful save a rousing rendition of Bye Bye Love (Everley Brothers) with 3 part harmony and discovering that Ballina's local radio station had a good mix of songs on at 1 in the morning. Oh, and that ruddy big prawn is illuminated at night, which caused me to choke in Iced Coffee in mirth. The servo at the big prawn is good though and Julie behind the counter's a hoot (she pointed at my "I am God" t-shirt and said "I have a son who tells me the same" before asking what on earth we'd been up to to be so tired and have a car so loaded up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home safe and sound at some time this morning that I didn't really take note of. Despite being well and truely exhausted, I couldn't sleep so I watched an episode of Sherlock Holmes before passing out. Got up today about midday to do my washing, and couldn't resist having a go at mixing a couple of songs. So far I've looked at Before You Fall and Relapse, and it's very easy to get a mix that sounds good, so it shouldn't take too long to get this demo completly mixed and mastered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taf took a number of great pics of us over the weekend and sent them to me last night (they got here hours before we'd even started off home!). I'll put a couple of them up on this page soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6479938-111501683820399911?l=jeffski.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/feeds/111501683820399911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6479938&amp;postID=111501683820399911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/111501683820399911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6479938/posts/default/111501683820399911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeffski.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-sleep-till-grafton.html' title='NO SLEEP &apos;TILL........... 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