the reason why we're all alone at night

balladinplainl @ 2006-09-06T22:57:00

2006-09-07T06:01:22Z

i miss too many people. hunter, sammy, my lovers. come home. i move in the 16th, Bahia, room #103c, come visit all the time, i'll be bored, im sure.

classes,

29040 HUMAN 1A LEC C 4.0 GR M W 12:00-12:50 SSLH 100
29047 HUMAN 1A DIS C7 4.0 GR M W F 03:00-03:50 HH 224
47260 PHYSICS 14 LEC A 4.0 GR T T 02:00-03:20 PSCB 140
cn 47263 PHYSICS 14 DIS A3 0.0 GR mc F 11:00-11:50 TBA TBA

WAY too much free time.

balladinplainl @ 2006-08-17T01:43:00

2006-08-17T08:44:09Z

PLEASE JUST COME. SUPPORT FRIENDS AND MUSIC.

FRIDAY AND SATURDAY.

balladinplainl @ 2006-08-12T03:12:00

2006-08-12T10:14:04Z

PLEASE SUPPORTTT, we haven't had a show in soo long, and this is hunter's LAST SHOW WITH US. PLEASE come support these two nights, first night is FULL band, second night is just me and my geetar opening for the amazing MICHAEL MILLER. you HAVE to come to both, PLEASE, these will be our last shows with the whole band and everything, we have a LOT of new stuff, it'll be great, very good time. natale coffee isnt far at all, just down fairview, turn right on macarthur, and its RIGHT there.

balladinplainl @ 2006-08-03T02:53:00

2006-08-03T10:06:37Z

I need a new shirt
I need new pants
I need a new watch
I need a new chance
I need a new nose
I need new eyes
I need new ears
I need new lies
I need new shoes
I need new feet
I need new news
I need a new seat
I need a new face
I need new limbs
I need a new place
I need new sins
I need a new friend
I need a new lover
I need a new same
I need a new other
I need a new right
I need a new left
I need news lungs
I need new breath
I need new sheets
I need a new bed
I need a new mind
I need a new head
I need a new discovery
I need a new devotion
I need a new recovery
I need a new emotion

I need a new home
I need a new soul
I need a new love
to take me back home

this is a bit of how i feel at the moment. hm. there couldn't be a better time for me to move. it's just shitty that irvine has to be my new home. not to be the most cliche mother fucker in the world, but i want to get the fuck out of here. in every way possible.

balladinplainl @ 2006-07-13T00:52:00

2006-07-13T07:53:38Z

I met my physical doctor

I met my physical
Doctor whose office was
Across a crooked street

I saw a white cross miles
Away, looking out his
Window when he was gone

I wanted to float to
It and sit on the top
Just to see what it’s like

Up there.

I knew I couldn’t, but
I saw a tree seven
Feet from the window sill

So, I jumped and swung on
A branch that barely held
My weight, it was fun, yes

But, I would’ve rather floated.

give your idea of what it's about, please. i'm interested.

poem

2006-06-06T05:13:41Z

hey, i wrote a poem in creative writing, kind of one last true work of art i'll do in that class.

it's not as good as it could be, but i think if u truly read it and think about each line, you'll find a lot of meaning in it and you'll like it.

please read

From Ick! to Peace

Ick! Ick! Ick!
Why are we born of this sick!?
This mung! This spit! This blood! This this!
Our mothers must love us so
To stretch the life of them ten fold
To give all and take none
Give birth to the trigger of the gun
Only to burn in the beautiful sun
While the moon they call ‘offspring’ runs

So we live as parasites off ripening breasts
And take take take from the maternal treasure chest
Until our infant minds are slain to rest

And we walk tall on our pegs, so thus begins our jest

Our jest to Mah
Our jest to Pah
Our jest to friend
Our jest to all

Our minds are but jokes until our butts sit on black coats

Latency…latency…latency…
Eat, breathe, eat, breathe
Grow, show, show that we grow
Repress all the pain and shame of this Freudian age
But, now, we are free! We have we!
No longer is there only guardians to see
We have eyes for others, we have a classroom to teach
Teach them of our under garments and teeth
Run through the grass! Feed balls to the street!

Uh oh.
(fuck shit ass dick)
I know words I shouldn’t know!
What to do, what to do with this new power so young
These words linger and tingle at the tip of my tongue
I’ve heard also of babies and where they come from
This world is not only the shine of the sun

We learn to keep in the thoughts we want to scream out
And quietly sing when we need to pout
On top of mountains and at a train’s bend
We laugh and we play with the best of our friends

We don’t have much more time till this fairy tale ends

Soon comes our first love, so pure, like ice
With a breeze following her so close behind
There’s nothing more explosive and bright
Than that first kiss under the streetlight
And the first time love is made, glowing the night’s sky

With the one you swore was the love of your life

She walked, you walked, we all end up using our legs
The first time we’re face to face with love’s great escapades
Luckily the string of our future is now cut
Every past tear and smile is thrown up
No rules, no plans, no schedule, no list
Just a school to attend and a simple wish

To end up at the front of this school of fish

Work! Work! Work!
Play even harder!
Don’t waste one second worrying
whether or not you’re the father
open every hand like a beautiful blossoming flower
to reveal a perfectly symmetric condom
it’s all in fun, everything is a game
we’re all smart here, we’re all the same
no pain, no shame, no tame

settle down, settle down
I’ve almost raised a degree
Soon I will be too hot to be
With my new and improved degree

I will have the house, the car, the wife, the trophy
Walking down the isle, approaching
The first day of the rest of my life, they say
We walk off that stage and into an office
The office lives and breathes on its own
It’s alive for the workers, for they have no heart beat

Work! Work!
But not too hard
We only succeed when we do what they need
So, we grow in this monster of business
We forget what it means to have a heart
A soul
Lungs
brain
Trees
Flowers
The sun
The moon
Mother earth
A child’s laugh
The shine of the coast
The glow of the firmament
The rise of a mountain
fall of a fountain
beauty in grass
dirty hands
animals
people
color
love
sex
is
we forget
we forget
we forget
we forget

We gulp the meds that balance our flasks
We spend top-dollar for the most brilliant masks
For years our cubicles feed our facades
A circle we’re trapped spinning around

We tried to place our ears to the ground
To hear the sound
But our heads stuck in place below, now bound

We tie our hips to a wife, with of course strife
But it’s still our home, this woman who’s sown
A dress beneath her knees, for you
And only for you

This monster busy-ness weakens at the sight of this love
It trembles at this colossus of passion
The eyes of monotony form tears when peaking
Into the window, seeing the once-black-suit sneaking

Into the house with flowers behind his back

The train is derailed! The shame has been forgotten!
Those lonely days that felt so rotten
Are now gone with the scent of a woman

Our veins are cleansed when a heart opens its tied ends

Now, those days go by so quick!
There’s no room for an ick! Ick!
Only scratch, dittle, doodle, fiddle
Now, home to my girl! And a home-made nibble!

(oh, such fear in my soul
For I thought a title was my goal
A name-tag to be had
Would make me feel glad?)

So! My girl, my lady
My new born baby!
My lover, her mother
We all live in each other!

Such true love, such true life rains upon me everyday

I tossed that busy loch-ness of a monster
Back to the black sea over yonder
All the time I have wished is now mine
To live and let live all in a line

I watch children grow, I watch lover shrink
I watch rivers flow from Africa to my sink
I hear poets scream! (As if they know)
And politicians lie! (or so polls have shown)
I take the good with the bad, nothing but content
Resides in my head, each day I’m present

The more my skin cranks, cracks, aches
The more I give to this world we take
And the more I lay confined to bed
The easier it is to rest my head
Only time to think
Only time to sigh
Only time to leave
The rest behind
Time to smile
Time to wave
Time to make
Time to pray

All is well, all is well
My song was sung
My book was read
My little girl
‘sbeen sent to bed
Now I shall
Tap the light
I’ve fought the fight
And won the right
To lay beside
This love of mine
It’s my time
It’s my time

Peace! Peace! Peace!

Our lives are but stories, when the end is told, the meaning pours forth!

________________________________________________________________________

Paul Meredith
6/1/06

balladinplainl @ 2006-06-01T17:23:00

2006-06-02T00:28:00Z

i have to spit out some thoughts ive had recently. a simple appreciation. i know no one cares, so whatever. i still need to ssay.

i appreciate people who find beauty in art. not just beauty, but life. who find complete joy and fulfillment in a book, a play, a script, a poem, a painting. instead of a substance.

i infinitly appreciate people who would learn more about life with their nose in a book rather than a beer. who would rather read 15 poems than smoke 15 bowls. people who could live the rest of their lives in peace completely alone, just them and their art, no people to impress, no "cool" persona to illuminate.

you know who you are, you know who you aren't. most are philistines in disguise. you talk the talk all day long about the latest book you read or movie you saw, but you take naps at occ and take your greatest comforts in alcohol and sex. you're a joke. you're what's wrong with art. with the world.

simply, i appreciate those who pursue their love for art, for beauty. because, if you're not pursuing it, there really is no love there, only some sort of premature image you seek but will never find.

balladinplainl @ 2006-05-27T00:18:00

2006-05-27T07:21:35Z

the gypsy den show, openin for michael miller. fun show, very sick, but fun. hope to see everyone at the next ones, like the nata'le coffee show with the pink flamingos and Indica on june 16th.

balladinplainl @ 2006-05-18T22:04:00

2006-05-19T05:04:18Z

two shows this weekend!

1st. nata'le cafe, 2801 W. Macarthur Blvd., Santa Ana., CA , REALLY mellow whiskey change set, around 8ish, come see INDICA and the PINK FLAMINOGS. reallyy awesome show

SECOND- IM OPENING FOR MICHAEL MILLER ON SATURDAY NIGHT AT THE GYPSY DEN IN SANTA ANA! around 8 o clock, be there!! see the most beautiful musian (michael miller) play a full set after me!! it's ganna be AWESOME.

balladinplainl @ 2006-04-23T14:59:00

2006-04-23T21:59:29Z

i love this woman. i really do.

balladinplainl @ 2006-04-20T22:46:00

2006-04-21T05:47:01Z

GO! PLEASE! SUPPORT! it's during the day! we go on around 3, so u can just come for us. it's actually 7 bucks, i just heard, but for 4 hours of bands and stuff its worth it. GO!!! we'll chill afterward!

balladinplainl @ 2006-04-09T01:10:00

2006-04-09T08:11:36Z

"for humanity sweeps onward: where today the martyr stands,
On the morrow crouches Judas with the silver in his hands;
far in front the cross stands ready and the crackling fagots burn,
While the hooting mob of yesterday in silent awe return
To glean up the scattered ashes into History's golden urn."

-lowell

there's almost TOO MUCH meaning in that. it's intense.

beautiful day

2006-04-04T05:19:35Z

So, i had a beautiful day today. I went to school, started writing a memoir on my mom, learned how to derive volume of 3 dimensional objects rotated about an axis in calculus, and then took cortney on adventures for her birthday, and it was very pretty. we went to shitty bolsa chica where it USED to be all nature like, but now there's fuckin tractors and shit everywhere and its BLOCKED OFF at most places. BUT - we saw buddhist monks, which was a blast. we disrespected them though cuz we didn't bow, but it's ok, they understand everything. then we went to hunington and watched the surfers, and she got WAY into it because apparently she's quite the avid surfer gal. it was a very nice day with my gal, we almost solved a math problem that was written by the clouds, but instead she called me a nerd.

p.s. new song! i wrote it friday night, it's really good i think, www.myspace.com/whiskeychange entitled "In the end."

double-edged sword

2006-03-29T04:36:46Z

again, something I wrote in creative writing. A simple poem written in heroic couplet-type format. give it a go.

I’ve helped confused kids bitch and whine
And fire shots at Columbine
I’ve helped husbands seduce their wives
On the most romantic of nights

I’ve played for days in an attempt
To cure AIDS
I’ve played while I smoke
And advertise dirty coke

I’ve been played during conception
And during birth
I’ve been played during death
For what that’s worth

I’ve made grown med cry
I’ve made kindergarteners smile
I’ve made honest men lie
I’ve made sinners lose their denial

I’ve played after shooting up
Some black tar delight
I’ve played after kissing a sick child
Between the eyes

I’ve been by artists
Among the best of the best
Then performed by a tape deck
With plastic breasts

I’ve been around ever since
The cavemen could yell
And I’ll play on until there’s nothing left
But heaven and hell.

p.s. i do like a certain girl. she likes me back. peace.

creative writing

2006-03-20T05:19:15Z

a little poem i wrote the other week in creative writing, the teacher really liked it, and so did i, so here it is.

What did God really do on the 7^th day?

What did God do on the 7^th day?

He had a damned good time, is the least I could say.

He packed and smoked 26 bowls.

He put 15 eight-balls up his nose

He took a triple stack, all heroin laced

Placed in the biggest hole in his face.

He dropped 17 blotters along with two viles

While keeping his cool, everlasting style.

He shot four balloons in between his toes

And five more straight up his nose.

He ate three buttons of peyote all in one bite.

They were the first ever grown, therefore, the most ripe.

He drank 22 bottles of the finest wine

Without human eyes, how could he go blind?

He swallowed 38 vicodin, all of which were prescribed.

He did it all with glory, he did it all with pride.

For, he was only using the elements that he had made

Those first six work-filled days.

And with no corporeal body of his own

He couldn’t harm a single bone.

God used and abused his own greatest creation,

And since we’re made in his imagine,

let’s drug the whole nation!

hahahahaha

2006-03-03T03:43:14Z

hahah fuckin' Taylor, the saber-toothed T-bomb

what a cool gal

campin'!

2006-02-26T20:38:16Z

camping was waay fun. good people, good times, good balls.

our ENTIRE friday-

cutest picture ever-

some people are REALLY funny

pshh

night time, cold as a witches teet.

taylors a T-rex

im dangerous!

morning time

TOM FOGERTY WAS AND WILL ALWAYS BE WITH US ALL.

the end. good times, we're ganna do it again like once or twice a week.

balladinplainl @ 2006-02-19T14:13:00

2006-02-19T22:18:43Z

I saw an angel last night. she glew. i honestly couldn't stop looking at her. i had to continuously see if she was still there, if she really existed. i dont know her name or where she lives, but i know i'll see her again somewhere. she's the kind of girl that you don't even want to touch. i would live the happiest life ever lived if i could even look at her once a day. just glance at her radiating beauty one time everyday. she had dreads. they were all tied up and flowing off her little head like a waterfall.

FORMAL, some more of the great awakening

2006-02-15T01:43:34Z

haha, formal was weird. very weird. a got a few pics, they're fun.

i look INSANELY awkward in this one. like someone just punched me straight in the face then gave me a million dollars. i didn't quite know what to do.

then more from the most beautiful place in the WORLD.
we're going back this friday.

the great enlightenment

2006-02-13T04:41:34Z

so, its been a couple week since this happened,but i uploaded the pictures. it was the most unbelievably experience of my life. in laguna beach, on the most beautiful beaches in the world. we were kings on the rocks. we ruled peacefully and justly. i love nathan and felic.

and we visited LA. the ecstacy exhibit, which was a whole nother experience. but no cameras allowed inside.

FUCK. FINALLY.

2006-02-10T07:28:15Z

CD DONE. SHOW SATURDAY. COME, ALL. BUY CD, ALL. only 5 bucks or something, support us. please. thank you.

SUPPORT, GO, FREE, FOLK, LOVE, PEACE, ETC.

2006-02-07T01:28:33Z

please everyone go this saturday, it's right behind mothers market on 17th, EVERYONE knows where that is, just go around 8, have fun, good times, PLEASEE support us, buy our cd, around 10 bucks, it'll be done by saturday, it's gooood stuff.

THIS saturday =

April 14th =

cd cover =

MUCH NEWS

2006-02-01T01:44:06Z

Hey, check out www.myspace.com/whiskeychange
LOTSS of new stuff, and recordings

PRESS SHOTS taken by LEE MEREDITH

GO ON THE 11TH!! it's ganna be a GREEATTT show. promise.

music.

2006-01-21T20:08:15Z

All blomstene på himmelen, all diamantene i verdenen, jeg er den vakker guy, De er den vakker pike. Jeg elsker De, min søt engel, min søt kjærlighet, min magisk ånd. Jeg elsker De liker månen elsker stjernene.

www.myspace.com/whiskeychange

CD coming soon, guys.

I love live journal, it's my WHOLE life.

2006-01-12T04:49:11Z

it seems lately that memories are the only thing in my life that have the ability to get the best of me.

i guess it's a good thing, no longer do trivial things such as girls, friends, school or whatnot control me. I feel more free than I ever have

but still, the fact that simply thinking about the better times, the times when I was happier, more excited, had more friends, just seemed to have a better time with life, those times get to me, because they are gone.

the only thing i look forward to is college and the summertime.

in general, i'm more stable and balanced and content that i have ever been.

www.myspace.com/lovetotaint
www.myspace.com/whiskeychange

BOTH have new recordings, if you're not our friends, you NEED to be. listen, enjoy.