Walk the Line....my version

Its a song I wrote about a situation people, including myself, have found themselves in, so this is my way of venting and dealing, because you can't fight the cops or authority.

Its already closing time
Not even one more so-co lime

Make your way off the stool
Stumbling across the floor like a fool

You push through the door
Just before puking on the floor

But your okay
Just don't turn down a one-way

The car starts and you're ready
Your head is foggy, but hands seems steady

(chorus) You've been drinking all night
and still feeling alright
You should walk, but it's time to drive
With the roar of the engine, you feel alive
White knuckled grip upon the wheel
Just one last time Bob, its our little deal

Flying through the red light
Everything is out of sight

Guided by the darkness of night
The neighbors awaken with fright

Your destination is unclear
But it's surely for another beer

You pass Captain Mary's
Out of nowhere, a set of cherries

(Chorus)

He says your eyes are red
You say you just got out of bed

He doesn't believe your fiction
And asks for you registration

Now you have to get out and perform
Remember, act sober with perfect form

Stand on one leg and follow the flashlight
Its over, your wobbling left and right

Just your luck, one more chance
Now prove sobriety to Officer Nance

And he asks you to walk the line

(Chorus)

The rest of the night was a blur
You awake the next morning still unsure

You are finally released, but your head still throbs
Later, that call to mom is full of her sobs

In trouble again, you contemplate your liquid friendship
but rejection is not an option, once it hits the lips

Political Perogatives

I find myself both inspired and bored during some class discussions. I mean, you can only take some much blabber and reinforced, repeated statements. Some professors, just have the skill of putting one discussion into two by the simple tool of duplicity, so in between taking notes in my Cuban Revolution class, I wrote this...

I wish I was like most of my friends
Blind to our world's destiny until the end

It consumes and attacks me everywhere
From crooked politicians, unjust wars, and problematic health care

Vote for me they declare
I was once a good mayor

Now its time to run the free world
Its election time, what a hectic swirl

The candidates are for a new revolution
I question their holey propaganda as a proper solution

Quality of life in America is sadly decreasing
But the pockets and accounts of a few are increasing

The middle class needs some assistance
but we can't sit back, let's initiate a resistance

If we join together in arms
From city to city and farms to farms

We can't be refused to be heard
Mr. President, we demand action, not fluff word

This is our country
Not your personal oligarchy

The Cubs in 2008

To me, the Chicago Cubs are part of my family and make up who I am. Ever since I can remember I've made the holy pilgrimage to Wrigley Field, the Mecca of Cubs fans. The Cubs sadly or I should say, I sadly parallel their disastrous history. Everyone seems to pull for me, just like the Cubs (The lovable losers) but when things starting rolling good: girls, school, relationships and life in general - enter a black cat, billy goat or Steve Bartman! I consider myself an optimist, but at the same time I'm a realist, so I don't know how much that cancels each other out.

After a 1-2 start against the hated Brewers, I hope the Cubs can put a roll on. There is a 159 games left, but a good start could do wonders for the rest of the season.

To me, the Cubs are like that mildly, mentally challenged little brother who is independent and attempts to have a normal life, but always seems to screw up at the last possible second to ruin his good intentions. I pull for him, but hold myself to stay in the shadows in the hopes he can figure it out on his own.

Come on Cubbies!!

Native Brother

Something I wrote while studying for a Native American History and US policy exam...I have no idea my motive or purpose for this because I'm not pro-Indian or Anti-white (i'm as white as Bill Gates) but it just hit me while studying and took like 5 minutes during a break...

I'm sorry for what they did Native brothers
it wasn't me, but all the others

they used their deals, superiority claims and treaties
you wanted your land, but they wanted big cities

peace at first, soon after it was time to depart
they came with prayers and muskets, they claimed to be smart

but why couldn't they trade and share the land
Obviously, this wasn't a part of the plan

Initially it was conquest, then they used the slogan Manifest Destiny
Eventually the time came for the bitter march to Indian Territory

with your dignified leaders and matrilineal society
its not a mystery to me

why the white man took the land and its resources
now I'm in college and reading about it in my courses

Its a patronage to your fleeting legacy
We learn about you in required classes of history

I'm sorry for what they did Native Brothers
I swear it wasn't me, it was all the others

but, I've regretfully become him

I'm sorry Native Brother

Something I wrote...

At the bar...kinda lame, but kinda creative...either way I was drinking and it just hit me so I put it all down on napkins

"Iowa City Girls"

In and out of all the bars
but it don't matter, daddy bought the car
Look at all my clothes
Dont tell anyone, nobody knows
that mom and dad pay for it all
don't worry, its non-stop at the mall
sales and sales, shoppings my passion
its ok, because its all about fashion
with these tops, I'm a celebrity
trust me honey, its a necessity

(Chorus)

Iowa City girls
its all about the diamonds and pearls
Daddy's got the tab
oh well, I skipped the lab
My major is in lying
I have no clue, but my soul is crying

They're all the same
just with different names
all from different places
but IC makes them into all the same faces
It doesn't matter black or white
even thin or slight
they still play the same games
all that differs are the names

~(Chorus)~

Some are beautiful ladies
but hopefully the don't have babies
don't worry about your degree honey
daddy's got all the money
its true, nobody really knows you
but just remember, the rent's past due

(Chorus 2x)

Drunken ramblings turned out all right for a napkin song....

A Start

I figured with my college career coming to an end this summer and "real-life" starting up sooner than this year's World Champion Chicago Cubs parade, I better jump on this blog-frenzy and do something. Being a journalism major and all, I guess I should join every asshole with an opinion and distorted sight of reality and start writing shit, so I too feel important and necessary on this "web of lies". More or less, I just want to have this lousy thing as a possible thing to add to a resume or job interview conservation (god, that'd be said if having a current blog would throw me over the top into a job). But seriously, I guess its just a spot for me to vent some pent up emotions or aggression and possibly an outlet for my poems, lyrics or haikus. Whatever you want to call them, I've been coming up with new ones daily and feel obligated to show them to the world, not because of their superiority, but instead to help others realize, "Hey this guy sucks and he's not afraid to show how much he sucks, I can do this too!". To all you out there: read, enjoy, cry, and create suckas!

Chris

Check back soon for some song/poem bullshit I've been compiling, it'll be worth the laughs!