Oh, Peter....

I'd like to do my own "Grind my Gears" segment for a moment. You know what really grinds my gears??? Know-it-alls. I was on the plane Friday, waiting to take off, when they announced that all electronic devices should be turned off. I, of course, didn't hear him because I had my noise-canceling headphones on. So the geek* (and I mean that in the nicest sense of the word) sitting next to me taps me on the shoulder and says "it's time to turn those off". Yes, he was right. It WAS time to turn them off, but was it really his place to tell me? I'm not exactly sure why, but it really irked me; I would never do that to someone. I would wait for the stewardess/steward to tell someone to turn it off. I just thought that it was a really dorky, nosy, somewhat rude thing to do. Yes, airlines have rules and they should be followed, but did this guy really feel that my headphones were going to affect the flight whatsoever? I'm sure some people will disagree, but you're entitled to your opinion. Gears grinded.

* If this guy's name wasn't Louis or Gilbert, I'll drink spoiled milk.

We interrupt this regularly scheduled program...

I was in CA all this past week, and it was difficult to find time to post. It's going to be difficult this week as well because I'll be on the road M & T, but I'll keep plugging away.

Song #6: Cincinnati Bowtie

I really don't have much to add to this, so I'll just post it. Sorry.

Cincinnati Bowtie
I'm bored with the norm.
I need something new.
My new move was born,
and tested on you.

Cinncinatti Bowtie! Cinncinatti Bowtie!
Cinncinatti Bowtie! Cinncinatti Bowtie!

Who would've known it?
They'd never believe...
the minute you shown it
another trick up my sleeve.

Cinncinatti Bowtie! Cinncinatti Bowtie!
Cinncinatti Bowtie! Cinncinatti Bowtie!

There's no tie to speak of.
No new knot to learn.
Once you've got the technique of
the "turn after turn".

Cinncinatti Bowtie! Cinncinatti Bowtie!
Cinncinatti Bowtie! Cinncinatti Bowtie!

Song #5: Something is wrong

Here's another new song! I'm really padding the portfolio, but I get the feeling that I'm losing some steam. I'll keep at it!

Something is wrong
The white light, the humming, the remnants of dreams.
No longer simple as everything seems.
The prodding, the poking, the burning, the fall.
The lightning, the metal, the shock of it all.

Where have I gone, Where have I been?
I never thought I'd ever get to see you again.
My life flashed before me, and then it was gone.
I'm back again, but something is wrong.

Something is wrooooong....I'm not myself.
Something is wrooooong....but you can't help me.
Something is wrooooong....you can't relate.
Something is wrooooong....something is wrong.

Instrumental Interlude, with Spoken:
What the hell is that! Jay! JAY!!
Did you see that? Hello? Hello?
Where'd he go? Pete...where'd Jay go?
I don't know, man. I don't know.

The screaming, the shouting, succumbed to the fear.
Make all the noise you can, but no one will hear.
Alone, alive, but someone's unseen.
Watching, and waiting, numb to the routine.

My eyes, my sight, my life from before.
I see now it's all been thrown out the door.
I'm left alone; a shell of once was.
Please stay with me; I need you because...

Something is wrooooong....I'm not myself.
Something is wrooooong....but you can't help me.
Something is wrooooong....you can't relate.
Something is wrooooong....something is wrong.

Song #4: I can't go on without you

Here we go again! My brother, HTE, thinks this songs is about marijuana. I really didn't have it in mind when I wrote the song, but now that I reread it, he might be onto something (my subconscious at work, perhaps?):

I can't go on without you
My bed is hard.
The water's cold.
I can't imagine doing this until I am old.

The raise never came.
The rent is due.
The only thing that keeps me going on is

Chorus:
You-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo...you keep me halfway sane
You-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo...you almost dull my pain.
You-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo...you always get me through.
Youooooooooooooooo...I can't go on without you.

The queue is full.
I'm always last.
I won't come back again because my time has passed.

No patience left.
My wits are few,
Get this over fast so I can run right back to

Chorus:
You-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo...you keep me halfway sane
You-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo...you almost dull my pain.
You-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo...you always get me through.
Youooooooooooooooo...I can't go on without you.

Bridge:
I can't go on without you.
I can't go on without you.
Won't even try without youooooooooooo.
I can't go on without you.
I can't go on without youoooooooooooo-hooooooo.

So take my hand,
and make me smile.
Cause' you and me are gonna be here for awhile

My love is tried.
My love is true.
No one in the world can make me feel like this but

You-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo...you keep me halfway sane
You-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo...you almost dull my pain.
You-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo...you always get me through.
Youooooooooooooooo...I can't go on without you.

Alternate Lyrics:
Born incomplete.
You make me whole.
My love for you is something that I can't control.

Damn Drivers! Go Pats!

I'm in CA this week for business. I was headed north on 95 yesterday around 12ish, on my way to the airport, when this State Trooper starts weaving back and forth between all three lanes of traffic. He's purposely trying to prevent people from getting past him, and all the while, he's slowing down. We went from 70 mph to 50 to 30 to 20 (at which point, I'm all "WTF!!!!!!!!")....ON 95!!! A MAJOR 3-LANE HIGHWAY Finally, he just stops the cruiser in the middle of the highway, and tells everyone behind him to stop with one final crossing lady gesture (hand out, palm facing everyone). At this point, I'm thinking the guy's on drugs, and he's going to systematically go from car to car, killing random drivers at they sit in their car. We're stuck in the middle of the highway, right near the Rt.1/27 onramp, and traffic is backing up all the way behind me. Suddenly, I see 20 cruisers blaring their sirens coming onto 95 from the onramp, followed by 5 huge yellow buses. IT WAS THE PATS!!! On their way to the airport. When everyone recognized what was going on, we all started honking our horns and cheering. It was very cool!!! And what was cooler than that? I was able to follow the buses all the way to the airport....fastest commute to Boston ever. Yes, it was snowing AND there were police everywhere...but I still had to take a picture with my cell phone (not the smartest thing to do, but it had to be done). Not the greatest photos, but you can kinda see yellow buses.

Song #3: Urban Heir Gansta.

I'm not sure if you've noticed it yet, but I don't really take my lyrics all that seriously. It's not like I'm wearing all black, brooding the corner, reciting Lord Byron or anything. This is for fun, so take it as such. However, if Clive Davis is reading, I'm totally serious...I'll sellout in minute.

With that said, here's my latest song: Urban Heir Gansta. Very tongue in cheek...enjoy!


Urban Heir Gansta Rap

Did I mention I have a roof-deck?
Yeah, a whole fucking roof-deck!
Sometimes, we play floor hockey up on it,
and none of this 3 on 3 bullshek.

Stainless steel makes the place look hot.
Looks fucking sweet, but it's tough to keep spot(less).
Oh, and the the fucking water dispenser is shot,
but that shit'll be fixed cause the warranty's still hot.

spoken:
5 year warranty...oh yeah...on all of it.
"Best investment" is what I say, in case this stuff breaks down.
You know, that's how we do.

Oh, shit..no smokin' up in my place!
Those curtain were expensive, and they're tough to replace!
Egyptian cotton in the master, 800 thread.
Seriously, some Egyptian woman knitted it til' her fingers bled.

And the bed, did I mention, has a vibrating frame?
It's where all the magic happens, none of the lady's the same.
Over here we got' Pacino hangin' up on the ceiling.
Gotta keep my ole' street cred alive and appealing.

Hell yeah, we got marble up in the bathroom suite.
Had to have it just because it makes the room complete.
I kinda wasted money, but I really don't care.
Cause' all I ever do is take my dumps up there.

spoken:
We had a special fan put in for just for me, baby.
Yup, turbine-operated, and all that.
Sucks like a mutha'!

Yeah, my tastes are particular, I gots ta' be choosy.
I wouldn't settle for much less than an eight person jacuzzi.
It takes up to 3 hours for that bitch to get hot.
I leave it on all the time just in case I forgot.

Forget, forgot, who the hell cares?
Come ova' here, you gotta see the new mahogany stairs.
It took 20 guys just to get the wood through the door.
Hop in the elevator and we'll continue the tour.

Yeah, C'mon upstairs, and let me show you around.
You'll get a better view of all the guards on the grounds.
And from this perspective, my new whip only looks like a speck.
And yes, by the way, this is the world's fly-est roof deck

spoken:
did I mention I have a roofdeck?
I did? I don't remember telling you about the roofdeck.
Well, we played 5 on 5 hockey up here last night...pretty sweet, right? Yeah...