"The Real" Play List

The Real Play List is a collection of some of favorite songs, composed mostly by rare indie musicians. The subjects of these songs consist mainly of love, friendship, and freedom, , The Real ingredients of life and great subjects for down-tempo, organic and mainly acoustic music. This collection has a lot of “passion” in it. I like to call it soul but not the “soul” you hear on late-night college rock stations.

I was going to keep adding but at 3hrs and 45mins I decided just to keep it to the hard to find artist. If you find you love any one artist on the play list; support them and spread the word about them!!! Isn’t it time we hear the words of some other writers besides that of modonnas’?

–X

PS. ALWAYS LISTEN TO THIS PLAY LIST ON RANDOM!!! PLAY THEM LOUD, SING ALONG AND DANCE!!!

Pss. If you start to feel suicidal … well, figure it out. Hahahahaha

Song Title Artist Album
Firefly Aden Mott MySpace Bootleg
Better Alissa Moreno In Your Wake
Geoffrey Alissa Moreno In Your Wake
One More Day Alissa Moreno In Your Wake
Keeping Mine Alissa Moreno In Your Wake
Unafraid Andrew Spice Pretty Demons
Beautiful Creathures Andrew Spice Pretty Demons
Sometimes Lukewarm Andrew Spice Pretty Demons
it's so sad i could cry Armand Aviram
strange as it may sound Armand Aviram
Croissant Chris O'Gorman Demo
Flying Machine Chris O'Gorman My Own Thing
night time in the city Christopher Dallman
There Is a Stone Douglas Wood Broken
Almost Lover A Fine Frenzy SOME CD THAT ISNT OUT YET
Should've Known harold crisman black umbrella days
What's Your Story harold crisman black umbrella days
wish it away harold crisman MySpace Bootleg
For Someone Jake Walden Alive and Screaming
Hirolude Jake Walden Alive and Screaming
We Are Jake Walden Alive and Screaming
Can't Have It All Jay Brannan Goddamned
A Death Waltz Jay Brannan Goddamned
Goddamned Jay Brannan Goddamned
Bowlegged & Starving Jay Brannan Goddamned
Drowning Jay Brannan Out From Under the Bed
Merry-G0-Round Joanna McMeikan Breaking The Habit
Past Unconditional Joanna McMeikan Breaking The Habit
Galatea Joanna McMeikan Breaking The Habit
dancing shoes Marc McBarron Kessler Gifts From MARC
Just for today Marc McBarron Kessler Gifts From MARC
Ugly Boy Marc McBarron Kessler Gifts From MARC
Where I Am Matt Nolen MySpace Bootleg
Time Matt Sabato Apt510
Even If It Means Goodbye Matt Sabato MySpace Bootleg
Separate V.2 Matt Sabato MySpace Bootleg
Since the White Man Came Matt Sabato MySpace Bootleg
That Particular Day Matt Sabato MySpace Bootleg
Putting the Damage On Matthew Luke Sandoval Gift from Matthew
northern lad Matthew Luke Sandoval Tori Amos Covers
heaven (cover) Matthew Luke Sandoval MySpace Bootleg
It Gets Lonely Matthew Luke Sandoval MySpace Bootleg
Nightminds Missy Higgins
Lyin' Phil Putnam Best of Intentions
Famous Love R. Star From the Eye of an Elephant
right now R. Star MySpace Bootleg
City Is Empty Rick Berlin RBLIVE@JACQUES
Sweet Suicide Sacha Sacket Shadowed
I Just Can't Sacha Sacket Shadowed
Shadowed Sacha Sacket Shadowed
Sunshine Second Hand Roses MySpace Bootleg
More Than This Shane Mack MySpace Bootleg
Wearkage Shane Mack MySpace Bootleg
not a love song Stewart Lewis MySpace Bootleg
one thing Stewart Lewis MySpace Bootleg
1BR/1BA Vienna Teng Dreaming Through The Noise
We Are Young ???

contact me if you want the play list.

Music Therapy

Song Of The Moment! (Sunday Special)

GodDamned by Jay Brannan

i just say jay live in Houston TX last night. it was a small and personal show and this song was particularly powerful.

LYRICS:

i'm marching to zion
a camera in my hand
i hear people cryin'
dyin' for this blood-stained land
the streets of old jerusalem
are lined with souvenirs and those buying them
it sounds cold, but i cannot see
how this theme park has shaped history

cuz virgins don't have babies
and water isn't wine
and there's a holy spirit maybe
but she would never rent a room with walls built by mankind
mary and mohammed
are screaming through the clouds
for you to lay your goddamned arms down
rip your bigot roots up from the earth and salt the goddamned ground

stand in line patiently
to supercharge your rosary
or stuff your prayers inside this wall
we once had god trapped in this great hall
but we've been cast out from this place
they say a prophet floated from here to outer space
am i crazy? maybe it's me
but this all sounds like mythology

cuz virgins don't have babies
and water isn't wine
and there's a holy spirit maybe
but she would never rent a room with walls built by mankind
mary and mohammed
are screaming through the clouds
for you to lay your goddamned arms down
rip your bigot roots up from the earth and salt the goddamned ground


zeus was afraid of his girlfriend
so he swallowed her in bed
then he bore forth athena
when they cracked open his head
her brother tried to rape her
athena got away
and when his seed hit the ground
the grass gave birth that day
now we all freely admit
this story's clearly bullshit
no one would lay down their life
or start a war for it

so throw your stones and pray
you'll be rewarded someday
i hope it all goes your way
but something tells me
no one's coming to save you
no one's coming to save you
no one's coming to save you
save yourselves
from turning earth into hell


no one's coming to save you
no one's coming to save you
no one's coming to save you
no one's coming to save you
mary and mohammed
are screaming through the clouds
for you to lay your goddamned arms down
rip your bigot roots up from the earth and salt the goddamned ground

© 2007 Great Depression Publishing

turn up the sound on this a bit, the audio is kind soft:

ugh, i hate pix taken with wide angel lens. they distort faces too much.

thoughts about the world today

i don't usually post much of my own poetry. mostly i post everyone elses lyrics, but, i was driving to my miserable "everything right where it belongs" retail job yesterday afternoon and this just fell out of my head. so fluidly and easily, i pulled over to write down. i can't usually get my ideas on paper this quickly. but this came in one solid thought without a pause, here it was. so i felt i should post it.

its not done, this will be one i keep visiting and adding too, but i'm please with it foundation. so with out furthur a-do.....

my guitar has rusty strings
and my dreams are wearing thin
i'm saying so much
while no one listens

i'm sinking
suffocating under
your ignorance

tell me, if you can
if "ignorance is bliss"
why are you so unhappy?
why are you still complaining?

all i see are cookie-cutter people
fitting together better than puzzle pieces
the places where you overlap
you become invisible
i've no compassion for you anymore

bow our heads

i almost cried today.

almost.

its as close as ive been to crying in over 5 years.

i wish it would just happen already.
i kinda would like to know again what its like to feel.

i want to be a hermit.

ive too much and at the same time, not enough going on. im out of balance and reaching a snappping point. i dont know what to say, or where to turn. im not asking anyone for help, theres nothing you can do anyway. im just so fucking competely disgrunted with myself, and "humanity". i cant stand what everything is turning into and its all in forces out beyond my control.

im going to stop my text ranting now cause i could go on for HOURS and this is a useless form venting.

i look forward to becomeing a hermit.

Lists

for no random reason. a list of my top 10, never get sick of, best loved albums.

1. tori amos – little earthquakes
2. Fiona apple – tidal
3. marilyn manson – antichrist superstar
4. pink floyd – the wall
5. enigma – the screen behind the mirror
6. Tool – Ænima
7. nine inch nails – the downward spiral
8. tori amos – boys for pele
9. alanis morissette – supposed former infatuation junkie
10. imogen heap – speak for yourself

on becoming a grandmother...

i fear im turning into a grandmother, not only can i crochet already, but now i've started making bread! LOL

i've been Craving some REAL artisan french bread. the shitty little town i live in has no such bakeries that make bread for scratch. and NO the bread they make in supper markets is NOT real french and/or italian bread. if you look at the ingredients there all kinds of salts, preservatives, and Shortening! not real! SSoooooo i looked up a resicpe online and make my own bread!

i made it 1 part unbleached flour and 1 part 10 grain flour and then kneeded in roasted garlic, italian spices, and pepper. it fucking ROCKS!!! ***nom nom nom***

Authentic artisan baguettes contain nothing more than flour, salt, yeast, and water. A baguette is typically two feet to 30 inches in length, has an open crumb, a golden brown crust and several overlapping cuts on top.

Your choice of baking equipment will affect the quality of your recipe baguettes. If you are a beginner or an occasional baker, you can make do with baking equipment purchased at your local Walmart. Serious bakers and hobbyists, as well as those who enjoy home entertaining will want quality equipment. The price is higher, but it lasts forever and the results are exemplary.

Traditional baguette pan Recipe baguettes requires that you have either baquette pans such as the Chicago Metallic Professional Perforated Baguette Pan or a baking stone.

A Kitchen Collection 15 Inch Ceramic Pizza Baking Stone costing about $10 will work.

And, since the crispy crust is dependent upon using the minimum amount of additional flour during kneading, you'd be wise to use a pastry cloth and rolling pin cover such as this Pastry Frame Set when you prepare your recipe baguettes.

Recipe Baguettes

1 1/4 tsp yeast
1/4 cup very warm water
4 cups unbleached flour.
2 1/4 tsp kosher salt
1 1/4 cups plus 1 tbsp cool water

Tip: substitute 1 cup unbleached flour with 1 cup cake flour for a softer textured recipe baguettes.


Combine yeast and warm water, stir, and let stand for three minutes. Combine flour(s) and salt in a separate bowl. Pour in the yeast mixture and the cool water. Mix with your hands. Place recipe baguette dough on floured kneading surface and knead until dough is supple but not too smooth. This will take about four minutes. (Use a minimum of additional flour).

Cover recipe baguettes dough with towel and let rest for 20 minutes.

Knead for six minutes or so, until dough is smooth and stretchy. Place dough in oiled bowl, turn to coat, cover with towel and let rise until doubled (about two hours).

Push the dough down gently and fold over itself. Shape into a ball; cover, and rise again until doubled. Place dough on lightly floured surface, divide into thirds, and stretch the first piece into a rectangle. Leave large bubbles in dough. Fold top down and bottom up, as if folding a letter. Roll the loaf to shape into a log. Press lightly to seal the seam. Fold the dough over by a third three times, seal the length of the loaf, then repeat. Aim at drawing the skin tight over the surface but leave some bubbles.

Seal the skin without tearing or deflating. Set aside, and shape the other two pieces of dough the same way.

Roll each recipe baguettes back and forth until each loaf is longer. Put the shaped loaves on a baguette pan if you have one, or on a lightly floured baking sheet lined with parchment paper if you don't. Cover with a floured cloth and rise for half an hour or until loaves are plump but not doubled.

While recipe baguettes dough is rising, heat oven to 500 degrees. If you are not using baguette pans, place a baking stone in the oven to preheat, and place an empty water pan under the stone.

Cut a series of slashes on the top of each baguette, running vertically. Take care not to deflate the loaves when cutting. Mist the loaves with a mister or plant sprayer.

Place the baguette pans in the oven, or gently slide the loaves onto the heated baking stone.

Pour a cup of very hot water into the water pan. Close the door. One minute later, mist the loaves and the oven walls. Close the door. Mist again in two minutes.

Bake for about 10-12 minutes, then reduce the oven temperature to 400 degrees. Bake for 25 minutes or longer until the loavs are golden brown. Cool on a rack.

myspace advertisements make me ill

this stupid shit, pointed at poor un-suspected teens, really bothers me. its media programing.

if you need to fill out a quiz to know if you're in love, than you're NOT!

Song Of The Moment

Would Not Come by Alanis Morissette

If I make a lot of tinsel then people will want to
If I am hardened no fear of further abandonment
If I am famous then maybe i'll feel good in this skin and
If I am cultured my words will somehow garner respect and

I would throw a party still
It would not come
I would bike, run, swim and still
It would not come
I'd go traveling and still
It would not come
I would starve myself and still
It would not come

If I am masculine I will be taken more seriously
If I take a break it would make me irresponsible
If I'm elusive I will surely be sought after often
If I need assistance then I must be incapable

I'd be filthy rich and still
It would not come
I would seduce them and still
It would not come
I would drink vodka and still
It would not come
I'd have an orgasm... still
It wouldn't come

If I accumulate knowledge
I'll be impenetrable
If I am aloof no one will know
When they strike a nerve
If I keep my mouth shut the boat
Will not have to be rock-ed
If I am vulnerable I will be
Trampled upon and...

I would go shopping and still
It would not come
I'd leave the country and still
It would not come
I would scream and rebel still
It would not come
I would stuff my face and still
It would not come

I'd be productive and still it would not come
I'd be celebrated still it would not come
I'd the the hero and still it would not come
I'd renunciate and still it would not come

what will they they think of next??

hahahahahaha i just found this website on someones profile, i had to.

fun spam mail

My Name is Rose

The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn't already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.

I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.

She said, 'Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?'

I laughed and enthusiastically responded, 'Of course you may!' and she gave me a giant squeeze.

'Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?' I asked.


She jokingly replied, 'I'm here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids...'

'No seriously,' I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

'I always dreamed of having a college education and now I'm getting one!' she told me.

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.

We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop. I was always mesmerized listening to this ' time machine' as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went. She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I'll never forget what she taught us. She was introduced and stepped up to the podium. As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.

Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, 'I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.'

As we laughed she cleared her throat and be gan, ' We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.

There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.

We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it!

There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets.'

She concluded her speech by courageously singing 'The Rose.'

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives. At the year's end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.

One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.

When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they'll really enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get. We make a Life by what we give.

'Good friends are like stars........You don't always see them, but you know they are always there.'

Bored Quiz Time!!!

9:12am

and the government is already feeding us there lies:

this is how they will PUT mccain in office tonight.

youre being lied to. remember that.

Nov 4, 2008

Election Day glitches

Crowded polling precincts and unexpected snags are straining voters and officials.

The First Image On My Store!!

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if you're gay and don't get it, ..., i don't know what to tell ya.

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I'm starting to sell come goods off of Cafe Press dot com!

Keep a eye out for more products and designs that are up and coming. And soon some Photography as well!!!

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Making movies...

...is NOT fun!

They lie on those behind the scenes documentaries!

Well it might be fun for the Actors because THEY ARE ON THE SET LEAST OF ANYONE ONE CREW MEMBER!

I'm so tired I'm sick.

**goes back to bed**