21 May 2011

#2

Dear Jo,

Making a movie with this song....





Listen to the 55 second mark..........does me in... my run turned into almost two hours.... because of this song... or the beat....it was perfect..

18 May 2011

#1

Dear Jo,

Remember how you hate private blogs?

Remember how you hate people who only post videos on FB?

Remember how you and I laid on dedicated ground after church and talked about the mysteries of all things....

Remember the lesson on Honesty.... yeah... that one... it pretty much change the format on me making you a mix...

secret confession, I burnt the cd and had the paper printed out... I wrote why you needed each song....

But I'll let you be THE JUDGE, whether or not you want to buy the song..

#1

Turning Tables by Adele

first of all... there is something to be said about acoustic, the rawness of Adele voice expounds the emotions of what this song is actually about...the piano just adds to the track... To play it safe, I try real hard to put no face behind the words... and when I fail... I just imagine the song about me...





click here if the video does not appear




Jenny

music.conscience.it.is.what.it.is

I'm up late..

doing what you might ask.... please dont ask...


I'm deleting all the music in my itunes library, that I did not purchase myself....


oh the agony and the irony as I erased church music!!!!


I just couldn't sleep without tackling a bit of it.

If you ever spent time making me a mix...


I love you dearly...


can we still be friends?

16 May 2011











check it out

10 May 2011

A tribute to Mother's

I just returned home from buying headband supplies.

I stop at the light and to the left was a homeless man.

With the sign in hand and all. I felt prompted to share with him.

I looked down, I had no dollars, no change.

I had two packages of un opened sugar free gum.

We made eye contact and he came over to my house.

I told him I didnt have any money at the time.

He responded as he grabbed the gum: "God bless you."

His sincere blessings had already been fulfilled.

I thought of my mother carting around 8 children in an 8 passenger van.

The windows were typically never able to fully "roll" down or open, so

we would just stick our arms and legs out of it.

You can imagine it, and if you are a reader who knows it...

you have witnessed it first hand.

About 15 years ago, we were travelling west on 3oth to exit to the freeway.

It was a monday night, we were going to a movie in Clearfield, sponsored by my grandpa's work.

We packed the goodies and jumped in the car.

We hit the last red light before the freeway, at which all 8 kids piled in saw a homeless man with a sign.

and he need our RED VINES. Quickly we rolled dollar bills up in pass along cards

and pass along cards rolled up with RED VINES.

We would slip it too him, through the tinted window... just a pair of small hands.

He accepted and it became a rare tradition we tried to re in act whenever we could.

My mom is cool like that... but I have never told her, this was reason # 234

Love you mom. happy mothers day.




06 May 2011

What if you wrote

everytime you could

NOT sleep


what if you wrote down your dreams

every night that you did not sleep.

Inception was a frighten reality for me to view.

I walked out of the theater wondering how they knew

I've let my past incept my dreams.

it was my way or keeping people alive and breathing...

only to awake with loss of breath and the cold reality of frost

that reminded me that I have a body...and they do not.



Since then I have tried hard to be the master of my thoughts

before I go to bed..

but to be honest... I still struggle.

One night I prayed to the Lord and told him I wanted to dedicate

my sleep to him....in gratitude for my life.


I slept to only dreamt, I was shot in the face and died.

The death I experienced emerged me to the light in my bedroom

where I awoke, in gratitude for the sound sleep and the day ahead of me.


But tonight, tonight was differently good.

The dreams I whipped up, are good things...that giddy my mind.



it seems I have been just as busy now, as I was while I was graduating.

a good thing I suppose.

05 May 2011

We're only young and naive still
We require certain skill
The mood it changes like the wind
Hard to control when it begins

The bittersweet between my teeth
Trying to find the in-between
Fall back in love eventually
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Can't help myself but count the flaws
Claw my way out through these walls
One temporary escape
Feel it start to permeate

We lie beneath the stars at night
Our hands gripping each other tight
You keep my secrets hope to die
Promises, swear them to the sky

The bittersweet between my teeth
Trying to find the in-between
Fall back in love eventually
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

As it withers
Brittle it shakes
Can you whisper
As it crumbles and breaks
As you shiver
Count up all your mistakes
Pair of forgivers
Let go before it's too late
Can you whisper

01 May 2011

It hurt so bad 
I knew it was growth





I wondered when I began to embrace it.





I quit wondering and asked for more.




I sought it out.




I obtained it.




and I cried myself to sleep with it.




and I wondered what is really healthy.
How much of this is about me


and how much of this is really
really about you

and how you feel about me.


The moment it hurt...I knew it was growth.

I can't shed anything without having layers of shedding prepared.