Cursive Heart

My best friend left about 2 weeks ago on an adventure to leave...

Tue, 21 Feb 2012 00:06:27 -0800

My best friend left about 2 weeks ago on an adventure to leave her footprint and change the world for the better. I am incredibly blessed to be surrounded with people that care SO much for the well being of others. I try to help and do my part in making people feel less alone through song. For those of you missing someone, I am too. For those of you feeling helpless, there is ALWAYS something you can do to better the lives of yourself or someone around you. Maybe eat some chocolate. That always help me = )

I want my girlfriend back an airplane went and took her away.
Over the seven seas so that she could achieve all that she may.
With her sun bleached hair, she’s barefoot where the grounds are not paved.
She’s packing smiles but clearly I’m dearly wishing she could have stayed.

Oh Costa Rica why’d you steal from my sister from me.

Oh, Lolita Lai (a girl acting romantically, and a poem)
Looking for no sympathy.
Low and slowly, power runs through her veins.
While we’re all so scared, so scared to change.

I want to simplify this life that’s so caught up in the fame.
Live for the deeper meaning, a love that don’t want to run away..
Take what you need though I’d give you whatever you crave.
Look at my faults and my fears, we are nothing but slaves to this game.

Oh Costa Rica why’d you steal my sister from me.

She’s black back packing under bluer skies.
Waste land roaming with the sun on high.
Left her blue jeans and high heels behind.
She’s outward bounds seeking nothingness,
While I’m sitting here in my air conditioned
Roof top, Wifi, Lies, so damn connected.

Oh, Lolita Lai.
Looking for no sympathy
Low and slowly, making it look so easy.
While we’re all so scared, so scared to change.

Vulture

Mon, 30 Jan 2012 10:49:12 -0800

I like the word vulture.

So much vigor behind it. Very good call on John Mayer’s part… that’s a damn good song.

The bird itself, Not my favorite. But the word? Good stuff. I dare you to use it today.

You vulture.

- s.

Now ask me…Whatcha doin baby? How’s it going here...

Tue, 24 Jan 2012 18:26:49 -0800

Now ask me…
Whatcha doin baby? How’s it going here around these parts?
How’s it feel now baby to be slowly fed down to the sharks?
Blues and sunshine baby, is just covering up the lines and scars.

But I won’t blow my cover, cause this old nasty lover, loves me not.

Where do we go when we feel we’re getting old?
When we’re standing all alone in the rain?
Soaked to the bone…
How could this long journey home, be so far from where we’re from, from where we’ve came?
When we’ve lost all control of our hands and our toes, and we’re trying to grab hold of the reigns.
Take the back seat child, and let time lead the way.

If you were standing right in front of me, I don’t know what I’d say.
Roll over like a puppy dog thats aching for some T.L.C.?
Or stand my ground and scream out loud,
I hate you for leaving me.

But I won’t blow my cover, cause this old nasty lover, loves me not.

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do…
Just to fall asleep with you one last time.

Smells like coffee...

Mon, 23 Jan 2012 18:16:32 -0800

Sitting by the fire at my favorite cafe. Private little table, playful salt and pepper, shnazzy lookin’ ipad, and a strikingly attractive bowl of oatmeal topped with bananas and a side of bacon. For some reason, I’ve never come here and just sat by myself before. I love writing, I love eating, and I love my alone time. Why have I not mixed them in a place I love? Great question, with a now great answer. Done, and done, and will continue to be done.

I challenge you to find a place where you can combine multiple things you love, to find an even more elevated sense of happiness.

Stop for a second in the rush that has become 2012, and take it eassssy.

-S.

You don’t have to be rich.You don’t have to be the...

Sat, 21 Jan 2012 00:54:04 -0800

You don’t have to be rich.
You don’t have to be the wise man’s daughter.
Maybe the apple tends to fall a little farther, when growing from the tallest tree.

You’re not doing no wrong,
by laying low and skipping stones out by the water.
If it makes you that much stronger, and rids you of this misery.

Can’t you see, it’s not the words it’s the space between.
The silence’s got a way of echoing.
It hits and in the midst of all this clutter you’ll find bliss.

You don’t have to be strong.
Not like a smile can cover up what’s really under
all of the surface tension, love it like a brother.
Roll on, roll on and let it be.

You don’t have to feel strong.
When standing on the tallest mountain looking onwards.
You’ve made it there, and now there’s nothing you can’t conquer.
Just let your hair down misery.

Oh you’ve barely hit the peak of all the madness.
Barely scratched the surface of the pain.
Barely took on more than you can handle.
It’s rare to just let go and ride the wave.
But once you breathe the air of satisfaction.
The one that leaves you with the sweetest taste.
You’ll hit the ground runnin, no matter whats coming.
It’s the poor man’s way; Having nothing but strength.

The Basics

Fri, 20 Jan 2012 00:49:31 -0800

So… here’s the deal.

After one full year of picking up my life and moving to LA… I can not begin to explain the depth of the transitions and changes that I’ve made since 2011. BUT I can say with great strength that I am so blessed and so lucky to be able to share my lyrics and passion for music with as many people as I do.

I realized, that being so far away (in miles, or course) from all of the people that made me who I am… that I wanted to share as much of my thoughts and advice through song as I possibly could! Therefore, to bring in the new year… I decided to bring in a new form of exploration, and communication.

Laying it out on the table. Daily posting of my lyrics/poetry before it’s in its full song form… clips here and there… sentences… words. It may change and morph, but what doesn’t eh? Basically, a share as I go.

Songs in motion. Music in the making. Thoughts in rhyme. Beats in time. Beats per measure, per minute, per hour. Words for pleasure for peace and for power.

I don’t usually erase or delete what I write. It’s a continual flow, a freestyle if you will. I let my lips go and I jot down what comes out. Try not to second guess my brains subconscious movement. The investigation comes afterwards. My mind is usually right, and it usually makes a whole lot of sense. I surprise myself.

I can’t wait to open up my cursive heart and and welcome you into the maze that is my mind, my soul, and my voice.

Until next time! -S.