Crocodiles -Cat Jahnke

Posted in Uncategorized on 01/16/2010 03:26 pm by Lost

Cat Jahnke is my new favourite musician. I went looking for lyrics for her songs and I only found one site and they only have lyrics for six of the fourteen songs. So I have decided to write out the lyrics myself. Some of the lyrics might be a little if-y but they are the I heard them. It does take a while to write them out so the next one won’t be for a while!

Crocodiles
By: Cat Jahnke
From: None of Those Things

Here I am again
struggling against the salty rain
hush the light is draining
and I hear the crocodiles callingt my name.

Despite the bleak terrain
the crocodiles love to entertain
and yet they won’t explain
the rules of the favourite game.

Morning, morning, forms this warning
sheath there teeth in bone
pure razors need no hone

And if you don’t complain
they’ll bind your wounds in rusty chains
and shoot you full of Novocain
that numbs you with lies
and blinds jaded eyes
so you can’t realize
that its still the same
We’re so very glad you came
and though the change is strange we claim
we’re all quite tame.

Such a familiar strain
is lodged inside my brain
What a sad refrain
when even the crocodiles sing out my name.
la la la la la la

 

Burning Stick

Posted in Events on 01/07/2010 09:54 pm by Lost

I stood outside in -30 weather with a -38 wind chill for an hour this morning to see a burning stick. Yey.

Actually it was the Olympic torch! it passed by a block from our house. It was so cool! There were more people then I expected but we got there early and got a place by the curb. The runner was so close I could have touched her (Apart from the fact that she a three large police officers standing around her). It was totally worth it.

 

Just That Kinda Day

Posted in Poetry on 10/17/2009 01:55 pm by Lost

This one is so random. I wrote it off the top of my head on a day that just felt like nothing was going right and I was completely helpless to help anything. It is actually a song not poetry. But I am really bad at transferring music from my head onto paper so you can read it as a poem.

Just That Kinda Day
by Lost

Many years ago it seemed that life was all a game
Now I think that is here to cause us all our pain.
Maybe if I tried to try, my life wouldn’t be this way.
But right now I can’t see that ‘cus it’s just that kind’a day.

It blurs, it shakes it spins around.
My world is crumbling with a dreadful sound.
I wish, I hope, I dream, I wait,
I try to help but it all falls down
on me.

Everything is busy like a race to the death.
I wish I could just lie down, lie down an’ rest
The world is spinnin’ round and round
I just can’t think, can’t put down what’s down.

It blurs, it shakes it spins around.
My world is crumbling with a dreadful sound.
I wish, I hope, I dream, I wait,
I try to help but it all falls down
on me.

If every thing were clear, maybe I could see.
What the heck is is go’in on? whats happin’in’ to me?
Every day is like a blur I just can’t seem to move.
I feel like I’m in a giant game an’ I know I’m gonna lose

It blurs, it shakes it spins around.
My world is crumbling with a dreadful sound.
I wish, I hope, I dream, I wait,
I try to help but it all falls down
on me.

I feel like nothin’s gonna change no matter what I do.
I wish that there was someone, who could tell me what to do.
It’s hurts so bad, i can’t find a way to make it all come right
Maybe it is like a curse, that is on me and all of life.

It blurs, it shakes it spins around.
My world is crumbling with a dreadful sound.
I wish, I hope, I dream, I wait,
I try to help but it all falls down
on me.
I try to help but it all falls down,
on me.

 

Superchick

Posted in Uncategorized on 10/03/2009 06:45 pm by Lost

I’ve always called my sister, who is four, BabyDuck. I have absolutely no clue why but I do. She recently informed me that she’s “not a little baby anymore” so that I should call her Duck. Then she decided that she was a super hero called ‘Superlady’ but we can call her ‘Superchick’. We all kinda thought that it was a one day thing but it has lasted about a week.
Me and Dovie made up a cheer for her.

Superchick is really great
At meals she always cleans here plate
After which she saves the day,
she puts here plate and cup away!
goooooooooo Superchick!

 

The Somnolent Hedgehog

Posted in Poetry on 09/03/2009 08:01 am by Lost

The Somnolent Hedgehog
by Lost

A hedgehog asked a typewriter,
If she’d like to go out on a date
The typewriter answered, “That would be nice
As long as we’re not out to late.”

After they finished dining
The hedgehog was heard to remark,
“It’s a beautiful warm summer evening,
Let’s go for a stroll in the park”

They watched the rainbow sunset,
And the typewriter started to weep.
She said “My dear Hedgehog, I love you”
But alas, her true love was asleep.

 

Why The Streets of Tashbaan?

Posted in Uncategorized on 09/01/2009 07:36 pm by tashbaan

The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S.Lewis is one of my favourite series and The Horse and His Boy is one of my favourite books. In the book, the lower part Tashbaan is crammed with houses and markets, and these are all swarming with people and animals, beggars, soldiers, merchants, children, slaves, dogs, pack horses-the list goes on and on! More often my life is like that, chaotic and crowded. The upper part is filled with huge mansions, giant palaces, fragrant trees, golden temples and luscious gardens. Sometimes my life is calm, gentle and glittery. My job as your guide is to show you the highs and lows, and ups and downs of Tashbaan.