Weary and Gray.

I was looking around my computer and stuff, and found some old stuff that I wrote. This is one of them. It's not really written to any fixed rhyme or length pattern or anything. Kinda stream of consciousness I guess. Meant for it to be used it in an acoustic song.

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Weary and Gray
 
Somewhere over the rainbow
The seven colors converge into three
But not of the spectrum
The light from my halo dims
As I open the gate and walk past it
The world I left is the same as the one I enter
But for the color scheme
I look around

A bizzare fantasy
A purple moon against a dreamlit sky
With answers hidden somewhere
Somewhere among the clouds
A stark contrast to the expectations
Of the weary wanderer
His journey began
And yet begins again

Now here's a question
Which hurts more
Wounds closer to the surface
Or those deeper inside?
I wouldn't know
Because I can smile
Rattle rattle, was that a child's toy?
Or a snake?

"Excuse me, but
Could you look for my halo?
I think my halo's fallen off
On second thought
I don't think I need it
Where I'm going
Or rather
Where I am"

Play with matches
Learn your lesson
And a well taught one too
Practice makes perfect
But in this case
I'd rather pass
I've seen those green eyes before
And they mean trouble

I hold my head high
Now that its burden is lifted
Or rather, it fell off
Unceremoniously
And now I can gaze upon the truth
What is and not what was
Ascending I climb and close my eyes
To wake later

A crescent moon, my throne
Sipping a bittersweet nectar
Master of all that I survey
From my vantage point
In the dreamlit sky
Or am I? I doubt it
High on something low
Perspective bends

Everything I can see
Shades of grey
Thousands of them
Against the purple moon
Colorblind? I think not
A state of suspended animation as opposed to perpetual motion
Cheers.
~~

R.I.P. Jon Lord :'(

Today was a very mixed today for me in terms of good and bad. I slept though most classes in college and fooled around till 1 :30.

After that, I got home and listened to some music and ate and stuff. Then, I thought I'd meet up with some friends at the beach because it'd been a while.

So, I text two of them, and they agree to come to meet. I feel happy.

Later, another friend informs me that he'll be coming to the beach. I hadn't met him in months, so I was happy about that too.

I reach the beach early, as usual.

I run into a group of ex - schoolmates, many of whom I hadn't seen in at least a year. We have fun talking and joking and fooling around and stuff. It's been a while so we have a lot to say.

Then, they leave because they have plans.

I meet the friends I was planning to meet, and run into yet another old schoolmate who joins us. We hang out for the next 3 hours or so and we have good fun just talking and stuff.

Then, I reach home after everything, for dinner and rest.

At this point, an event organizer informs me that me and my friends might get a chance to have a gig (albeit small) at this venue we were trying to get to play at. (Finally! Hah.)


So good so far right?


So, we decide to do a Deep Purple cover, something I've always wanted to do since I really admire their work and musicianship and energy. I Google the song, and I notice this sentence.

"RIP Jon Lord"

It hits me really hard, and sudden. Denial is one of my first feelings. How can Jon Lord die? It really, really hits me. I sit, dumbstruck, for a minute or so. Then, I go to iTunes and play Soldier of Fortune. The song and its lyrics give me comfort. I continue listening to Purple songs, blocking out everything else for a while.

I've been a Deep Purple fan for a some years now, I've always loved their ability to fuse rock and roll, blues and classical/folk and present in it in a raw, powerful and racy package. Ritchie Blackmore's influenced me as a guitarist and so has Steve Morse. Ian Paice is one of my favorite rock drummers. Jon Lord... He was one my favorite keyboardists of all time, and I admired him a lot for his skill and unique style. In my mind, he was up there with Richard Wright and Ray Manzarek as one of the rock keyboard greats. He did a LOT for the keyboard in a rock setting. I always enjoyed his work and it's impeccable internal groove. From his Speed King duel solos to his Lazy blues fury to his Wasted Sunsets ballad style playing, he could do it all and still look cool. He was the rock keyboard beast.

I keep listening to more Purple songs. Then, I start thinking.

After a while, I get some solace from the fact that, even though he's dead physically, he lives on through his music, with Purple and otherwise. His organ solos, with their wails and raw Blues howls, and refined Bach - esque noodlings. The songs he wrote and helped write. They all carry a part of him, a part of his soul and his voice with them!

 The thought brings a smile to my face.

R.I.P Jonathan Douglas "Jon" Lord 
(9 June 1941-16 July 2012)

Nuclear Peace.

This is something I wrote in class today. Not sure if I'm gonna continue with it or not yet.

~
Nuclear Peace
H atoms tell us what to do,
They're so small and yet our masters.
They make the rules for me and you,
- One wrong step and the world is in threat.

Hiroshima is the temple,
Of this happy, worldwide cabal.
Peace now revolves around three words,
- Mutually assured destruction

*** 

The Not-So Amazing Spiderman.

It's July 1st already. College reopens on Wednesday.  >.< 
Gotta spend the few days I've got left wisely, and liv 4 lyf.


I saw the new Spiderman movie today. Slept at 4 in the morning and got up at 7:50 for it.
Wasn't worth it. :|


The movie moves way too fast and the important pivotal scenes like uncle Ben's shooting, the circumstances leading to them, the spider bite part and stuff are totally inaccurate. At least the last movie got those points right for the most part.


And this was supposed to "accurate". Yeah right.


There's no mention even of Harry Osborne or Mary Jane Watson. Dahell.


And to top it all off, there's not even a single instance of the "with great power comes great responsibility" line in the whole movie. SOULLESS.