Monthly Archives: November 2015

WHITE SPIRITS

White spirits fall
from cloud batter skies.
The world turns to something new.

Icy streams gather around
the empty limbs
of barren trees.
Lengthening longer
as day passes on,
they flicker like stars
held only inches from the ground.

There are no tracks
in this foreign land.
only effortless horizons
dotted by the formidable pine.

The snow wraps the rocky surface
like a soft blanket
tenderly covering
the nourishing world beneath.

Buried below the air’s ashes
is the slow bearing heart
of another season,
silently waiting
for the Sun’s power
to wake again.

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STRESSED OUT – Twenty One Pilots

I first heard this song at one in the morning coming back from a business trip. My trip had gone as wrong as possible, starting with delayed flights, dropping my iPad, and constantly running from one place to the next (I hate being rushed). I don’t think I even ate that day except for a late and terrible airport burger. I was finally on my way home when this heavy beat matched with a whirring electric sound began to run through my speakers.

And then it just kept getting more interesting. This song was talking to me about exactly how I was feeling at that moment. What had been playing through my head is what everyone thought and would think of me based on my performance earlier that day. Work was stressing me out and I was ready to be done with it. I wanted so badly to be free from the heavy responsibilities that were now laid on me.

“Blurryface” is the album that Stressed Out is featured on and was released by Twenty One Pilots May 15, 2015. The album’s theme, according to lead singer Tyler Joseph, is about insecurities. The name Blurryface itself is meant to represent a character within the songs that explores these uncertainties that Tyler Josepsh (and most people) have. The lead singer even takes a very artistic approach to this characterization for the music videos produced for the “Blurryface” tracks by painting his throat and hands black, alluding to his insecurities with the things he creates and the feeling of suffocation that is brought on by that emotion.

Stressed Out specifically delves into the fears about growing up and becoming part of the adult-world. This idea is emphasized in the lyrics through the verses: “Out of student loans and treehouse homes we all would take the latter,” “Used to dream of outer space but now they’re laughing at our face/Saying, ‘wake up, you need to make money,” and the chorus: “Wish we could turn back time/to the good ol’ days/When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.”

The Blurryface character introduction is made right before each chorus, explaining that he “care(s) what you think,” compared to when he was once a child and none of the social anxieties he has now even mattered.

My favorite verse within this set has to do with building a candle for those scents that bring back memories. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve walked into the room and caught a strange smell for an instant and my brain was flooded with old images and emotions that were linked to it.

Twenty One Pilots did a great job with this song. Lyrically, this song could be read like a poem and is relatable to so many people (especially my generation). Musically, the song structure and electronic influences is fun and entertaining.

Please take a listen of the track here  and check out the full lyrics below. And when you’re done, get out of your funk and go make some money 🙂

Enjoy!
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“Stressed Out” by Twenty One Pilots (Blurryface)
I wish I found some better sounds no one’s ever heard,
I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words,
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new,
I wish I didn’t have to rhyme every time I sang,

I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink,
But now I’m insecure and I care what people think.
My name’s ‘Blurryface’ and I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.

Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young,
How come I’m never able to identify where it’s coming from,
I’d make a candle out of it if I ever found it,
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I’d probably only sell one,

It’d be to my brother, ‘cause we have the same nose,
Same clothes homegrown a stone’s throw from a creek we used to roam,
But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered,
Out of student loans and treehouse homes we all would take the latter.

My name’s ‘Blurryface’ and I care what you think

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.

We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
We would build a rocket ship and then we’d fly it far away,
Used to dream of outer space but now they’re laughing at our face,
Saying, “wake up, you need to make money.”

Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.

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PS. For those that made it to the very end…Isn’t the irony of line four awesome?

AN ODE TO L.A.

This world does not skip a beat—
it waits on them.

Onward and onward
stretches the flashes of metal
on the urban concrete.

Long days
spent in odors of exhaust
on the discomfort of
cheap car leather.

The constant buzzing of horns
and angry gestures,
heat piling inside
and out.

Never-ending is this scene.
It’s a mind-wrenching saga
with no end in sight.

I don’t miss you and will not return.

Please,
keep your tightening veins
and wasted hours.

Love – a regretful visitor.

TIME GOES

Where does time go?

Is it stuck in a box
filled with glossy pages
of faces?

Is it cast out to the curb,
left waiting for another?

Does it hide
in your mind,
a never-ending circuit
full of emotions and images?

I do not know
where it goes.
I am only left to wonder:

Where did the time go?