Coal Train Charles

To whom it does not concern

irrelevant bits of truth about coal train Charles

I’m writing this as a side note, taking a break from working on songs.

a fellow musician once told me

always write with a purpose

and to know that purpose.

so I guess this is for any weirdo

that is interested in knowing

more about me… so here you go you creepers

favorite way of writing a song; in my head

work solo or with others; solo, I find better depth and personal meaning

activites, hobbies; drum cirlces, poetry, exercise/workout, capoeira, read/write, gallivanting through the night, biking/ journeying, swimming, climbing, par core… other rhings that are random and of the moment.

passion/profession; MUSIC, WRITING, SINGING, ENTERTAINMENT

love or laughter; laughter because love is a joke I still don’t get.

ADDICTIONS/ HABBITS; MEDIA (BUT WHO ISN’T ), MASTURBATION (I GET BORED AND HORNY EASY, THEY GO HAND IN HAND… GET IT)?  being ABNOXIOUS! Cracking knuckles/ neck/ toes/ (anything that cracks)

hot or cold weather; CALIENTE! as much as I may complain at the time I know it beats FREEZING my ass off.

radio or silence; silence usually, the radio blows and i’m always workin on music in my head or atleast have a song in my heart.

Day or night; though the axis of my opinion drifts and shifts on this one, as of lately I have been a day person, but I think i’m starting to envy the night  again.

 which of the 7 deadly sins is mine; though I feel i’m constantly running from being a sloth what eats at me is envy.

top 5 quotes off the top of my head;

-we’re only gunna die from our own arrogance thats why we might as well take our time.-sublime

-you claim i’m possessed by the devil but mama I know i’m possessed by your daughter…you claim im possessed by your daughter but mama I know i’m possessed by a problem.-Man Man

-every ones afraid of their own life, if you could be anything you wanna be you’ d be disappointed am I right-Modest Mouse

-Drift away fromevery one you can, nothing ever goes according to planned-RHCP

- if you want to be something in life, you ain’t gunna get it unless, you give a little sacrifice, and sometimes before you smile you got to cry, you need a heart that’s filled with music, if you use it you can fly- The Roots

damn, I spent over a half hour on this….

if you want to know more ask

cuz now I just feel bored and narcissistic.

the irony of being a musician is many people often choose this profession because it seems to stray away from the business world. oh, how wrong they are. The sad part is the more of a passion you have for making music the more business you have to handle. Who needs to write about love when you have this perfect paradoxical love hate relationship right in your lap. 

P.S they should sell bears at gander mountain.

to help get the full camping experience

in fact, they should change the name

to bear mountain!

yea!

I have

FREE TIME TOMORROW!

SONGS WILL BE WRITTEN

LYRICS WILL BE LEARNED

SHIT WILL BE EPIC

FUCK YEA MONDAY!!!!!!!!!

Hawaiian Rain

laughing as the sun

scatters away  purple sky

bright blue light

becoming the atmosphere

eyes of red haze

stare out for miles

you are miles away

many miles away

a million miles

many laughs

many smiles

sent to you

through my

astral projection

wear them like a coat

you are a Hawaiian rain

pouring down upon your self

so that beauty grows

alas

we are flowers in bloom

inner divinity

bring me a lonesome soul

filled with awkward conversation

that lives in her own world

that gives with motivation

take this serenity

and scrawl it on the walls

understand our energy

is coiled in a ball

at the bottom of our spine

in the back of our minds

in our dreams and every thing

eternally divine

comrad

paying by the penny

from the pocket for a locket

springing from my soul

singing never let me go

into the fray with out a friend

never a grey day when at wits end

truly you show me the way

when lost amidst dismay

kiss my lips with a southern lisp

lets celebrate today

we danced before we met

and then we met and danced some more

though we went our separate ways

your ora I adore

left to recollect

my thoughts I let them wander

I wonder where you’ve been

as my affection grows even stronger

but then my mind entwines

with the shivers down my spine

imagination is the true elation

as mystery is most divine

weightless

my brain is a raisin

from all that I’ve learned

all the wrinkles that I’ve earned

all the frowns on clowns

ghost towns

and houses burned down

I’ve seen

between the hopeful

and the hopeless

a matter of opinion

and I am left weightless

waiting for no less than perfection

I don’t hate this

sometimes

I cry

but I don’t mind

I know that the low

only compliments the high

and that everything is fine

Lungs

music saves my days

from breathing grey clouds of dismay

into my lungs

I am greatful for what is sung

I am not hateful for what I’ve become

I  sing along with life

some days I simply hum

there is no crime

there is no sin

you can ask me where I’ve been

and i’ll tell you

everything

you don’t need to know