the rise to fame

being nice and smiling along the way
smiling in that nice but knowing way
wanting adoration and fame

one track mind
so selfish and driven
so self absorbed and driven to success

if I want it it can be mine
if I own it it will be mine
Fake it till you make it
it's what we say here in L.A.

But, it takes hard work and sweat equity
you can't live a life of luxury
you gotta suffer a little bit
but you gotta have tough skin

sometimes too you know you gotta face the ones who ignite your insecurity jealous and hate
you gotta suck it up and face look it straight in the face and
recognize that some people are gonna hate
trying to ask questions that will blow up in your face
while they have a straight innocent face

oh the rise to fame
some days
you gotta play the fucking game...

you can't get wasted just cuz its a sunday, just cuz they do
it's just another working day
you got work to do....

Not Famous Enough

A post on Facebook today from Pepperdine, my alma mater:

Work with a non-profit organization dedicated to eradicating child slavery and empowering children in crisis. Touch A Life operates a number of shelters and various projects in Vietnam, Cambodia, and Ghana. All of our projects are aimed at reaching ultimate goal of improving the lives of children in these countries where so many of them are mistreated, neglected, or living in poverty.

To which end I no longer want to falter
follow it through bitches if that's what you really want
your face on the cover your name in lights
I want recognition and altruism and adoration
but not from non-profit sanctu-ism
not from 3rd world gratuit-ism
but to entertain and be appreciated for my lyrical fortuitism
my gracious-ism random hilarious-ism sexy-ism
so when she says You're Famous.

I say Not Famous Enough.

Fame....Yes.... I want it too!

Fame Fame Fatal Fame
It can play hideous tricks on the brain
But still id rather be famous
than righteous or holy anyday anyday anyday -The Smiths

Mr. Morrissey said it but I couldn't agree more
and when she said
Everybody comes to Los Angeles to be famous, but I want to be a landlord
I should have laughed and said, Everyboday comes to be rich and famous.
you came to be rich and he to whore
and yes, I did come to be fucking famous rock star
I want fame and fortune....tours and magazine covers
songs on the radio and face on the silver screen
yes, it's true.
now I said it too.....

The only people who become famous are people who really want it
We are powerful. We are all powerful. But don't let jealousy stand in your way.
Don't let love stand in your way.
Believe in yourself and go for the gold.
The non believers have no belief in their soul.

Fame, dude, fame.

Self Imposed Deadlines

It's all I've got to do in this time, work has slowed down to a minimum.
I was busy in July and most of August and all of a sudden sleepy town
sleepy fest of snore

So, I've picked up the book again
To reread and reread
And rewrite if need be
This time it's got to be done.

THE WHOLE OF THE WHORE

Clock strikes 10 and down she goes

feather laden fickle selfish whore

desperate and angry and immature

let her go down her vapid tour

unappreciative of this new world

having no recollection of how it really was before

retarded lost confused bore

throwing all your friends back to the shore

seriously creating an island so you cannot swim back

is this really where it's at?

Slutty dreams and vibrating screams

lubrication comes naturally

trying soo hard to remain in control

god dammit bitch just let it go

Peaches and cream and everything in between

sweet dreams of love making out in the green

run away girl if it makes it all better

or just sit back and smile have a drink on me

Just sit back and smile and have a drink on me.

666 hours

The minutes and the days go by like solitude but work sweating butt in pain
from sitting on the stool of death
swirling sounds from the othe
booze and remnants of her stinky breath

It's not a good day most of the day, it's fine
when things go right
but what the hell are we going to do when the shit hits the fan
when it's all said and done..

Every Single Day....

Working 7 days a week a little every day

is it nice or not I guess I cannot say

it's a little better than having nothing to do

or no money at least much of it is from home

at my desk in my own zone

at least, I say

Links point to me in every which way.

This is what I do every single day.

Shameless self promoting

The Ebb and Floers

Try doing something really exciting and then nothing for a week
unlike you flatliners, he says
he's not speaking to me but to the person within me that I could've been
tried to be
fought with for years
because it just wasn't me

and to the rest of the world it seems

who try to judge us

and I love it when the booze courses its way through my viens and into my brains
I'm an ebb and floer these days
gone are the 9 to 5 days of stability
gone are the limits and immobilitiy
it's mobility and mood lability
bipolar disorder at its best
wonder why we're so manic depressive he says
the artist way can contribute and produce it this very way

The full moon tonight lights my way
He says he won't see me tonight and he'll come over another day
He's a 9 to 5'er an old friend who I once thought was brave
So me and the brave boy go fill up the cart with liquor and berries
Plus, Boys and men and girls and friends lining up to meet me when
All is happening and I'm the center of the stage
I don't care if we live this way
It makes much more sense in the end
I pretty much run away from everyone anyway
for everyone is lost and trying to find their way
flatlining through life a typical nine to five
getting married with husbands and wives
having children and car notes and simple lives

God I just remembered we changed the name
It made me feel so crazy yesterday but today the word got out and no one really cared
no one knows our music anyway, and I think we could blow up just like any day
but then days like today come my way to fill me up with doubt
the ebbing the flowing gone out
I'm trying not to brag or bray
But damn I want this show already on the way.

Relentless and silent Perseverance

Well maybe not so silent

I do promote sometimes shamelessly this thing we're doing

these things I believe in

it will be easier later.

I believe. And to this end, I have surrendered.

Time to eat my friends,

time to drink my friends

stuff my face with beef and gin

to this end I have surrendered

Stop fighting, let go of the anger

be free, be happy

I am.