Screw Texting

This is a song about the disconnect between someone on a phone and someone not. I was really inspired to write this song as I walked through a grocery store and almost got whacked by some guys shopping cart as he laughed and texted to someone. That shit is dangerous – and i see people texting all the time when I am driving. I would say that is just as bad as drunken driving. One time i stood on an overpass in LA and 13 out of 30 cars were distracted drivers. Just zipping by doing 80 and texting. Shit be crazy. So this song explores the texting dilemma in a the form of a confused love song.  I felt this would make the song most intimate and revealing to do it in this way. I think I achieved what I was going for – you tell me. I will be posting the video tomorrow. Enjoy!

Stop texting

When we are talking

There is nothing

Better to do

Feel like I am dying

Cause I am holding

I am holding my breathe

for you

Your friends calling

Just ignoring

All l the little words

I try

It feels vacant

In this party

Yeah this group

Of just me and you

It just kills me to hear you say

Don’t go

I wont go if there is a reason for me to stay

Don’t stay

I won’t stay if there is a reason for me to go


I fight feelings

We have outgrown these

Damn phones

Lets throw them away

What could make you

So happy

Looking at that

Box in your hand

Fingers punching

Always talking

While your lips

Have nothing to say

It so quiet

In the room now

That the phone is

all tucked away

We can just talk another day


Damn these Grocery Isles

I was left in turmoil, searching for croutons at the local grocery mart. I have found that you can not find simple croutons – by simple croutons I mean the real toasted bread stuff for salads – not the overly chemically treated flavor enhancing shit. I will pass on that. But who am I anyways just some major corporations test rat? Well here is to you corporate USA, and your bullshit croutons.

Damn these grocery isles

Full of shit

For miles and miles

High fructose, maltodextrin, and corn syrup

Oh the additives

When it comes to mind

My soul is stripped of superlatives

All the great fields and planes

This is the food we eat

To fill our bellies

With such great disdain

Chemically induced sudden pain

Full of hydrogenated oil

The corporations want more money

They save a penny

Wrapping it in foil

Up and down I walk

No one to ask

I don’t even want to talk

I am filled with bitter remorse

For what people will by

For the main course

Of course there are options

Not when it comes to croutons




I want some so

Filled to the brim with MSG

Forbidden additives to sustain shelf life

And the bottom line

The corporate mission

Corporate moguls feed me shit

While in 5 star restaurants they sit


In skyscrapers

Content and careful the scheme they run

The paychecks they are sent

It is $30 tonight

A couple of items

I will move on and write in a poem

Because that is the only way

For me

To forget ’em