tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57699242011-04-21T17:33:20.028-07:00Mr. E Tourum... whacha doin'? Me, nuttin'. Wanna read a song. 'Cause I can't sing it in 2D.Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00939476530958491098noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769924.post-1168846359208299412007-01-14T23:30:00.000-08:002007-01-14T23:32:39.216-08:00Here's a 24-based parody with the Yeah Yeah Song:If you could bite someone’s neck and then spit it right backWould you do it? (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)If you could chop off a head and then put it in a sackWould you do it? (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)And so you work for CTU so what then would you doWhen you’re Jack BauerWhen you’re Jack BauerWhen you’re Jack BauerWhat would you Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00939476530958491098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769924.post-1153153772548646062006-07-17T09:23:00.000-07:002006-07-17T22:45:39.563-07:00Love in Common TongueLove in common tongue is slurred –Sloppy spoken, lazy heard –To describe a football team,Shade of blue, or whipping cream.So to show the Love I meanI use four other words.First word I say CharityAnd you think of poverty.But I speak of sacrificeThat does not consider price –Give the depth so raise to heightsThose not blessed as we.Then Compassion like a fireBut not lit by baseBradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00939476530958491098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769924.post-1152875786223020942006-07-14T04:14:00.000-07:002006-07-14T04:35:29.566-07:00Day of a Dayfor Arthur EliasWhat a day of a dayWhat a night of a nightWhen the darkness of deathBreathes its breath on the lightWhat an end of a friendWhat a birth to be bornWill we wait with suspenseOr pretense for the morn?Soon says the silent whispersDeep though the sorrow seemsClear cry the sons and sisterSlow, very slow, cease the dreamsWhat a man among menWhat an artist of ArtWhat a life Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00939476530958491098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769924.post-1152626086491829562006-07-11T06:53:00.000-07:002006-07-11T06:54:46.493-07:00ReflectionIn my reflection time doesn’t creepIt leapsOne week – crow’s feetOne day – turn grayOne hour – Who is he?I live from recall to recallNot now to nowGraduation gownWedding vowA Christmas card slide showI alight on the tree of my lifeFlit from the branch of springTo the branch of summerThen the branch of fallI do not notice the winter comingUntil the first snowfallBradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00939476530958491098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769924.post-1152625970325238322006-07-11T06:51:00.000-07:002006-07-11T06:52:50.340-07:00WholeFind a place that’s safe to settle downFind a song that sings to your soulThen when demons wake to take a piece of youYou’ll still be wholeFind a laugh, a craft to call your ownFind a voice, rejoice in the planThen when troubles block and knock your certitudeYou still can standAnd if compete – defeat possesses youAnd when the game of blame obsesses youAnd still the spear of fear oppresses Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00939476530958491098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769924.post-1129188570454722592005-10-13T00:27:00.001-07:002005-10-13T00:31:54.290-07:00Ecclesiastes 9-11Thoughts of why bad things happen and why we careI have seen this one thing under the sunThe race is not wonBy swiftest to runThe war won’t belongTo only the strongThe feast won’t ariseTo those who are wiseThe ones who are smartDon’t get the best partThe favor’s not earnedTo those who have learnedBut time and chance comes to every oneWhy suffer burdens now under the sun?There is Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00939476530958491098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769924.post-1124259812271882922005-08-16T23:22:00.000-07:002005-08-16T23:23:32.276-07:00Song of the SirenYou make a bad mistakeYou play the total fakeThese choices that you make Just might make youYou slight a longtime friendRelations at an endYou take another bend Where it takes you You'll never know what the day will bring You'll never gain regretting anything You'll never feel the ties that sever Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00939476530958491098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769924.post-1120325384428422002005-07-02T10:20:00.000-07:002005-07-02T10:29:44.436-07:00In DependenceWe have a country so noble and freeStriving to do what is rightBut we cannot claim to be always correctWe sometimes stray from the lightSometimes our leaders don’t tell us the truthSometimes they conquer the poorIt’s times like these that we stand up and sayWe shall not go down to warWe will not kneel to a flag or a landWe serve the one risen LordWe pledge allegiance to Jesus the Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00939476530958491098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769924.post-1092018134994772122004-08-08T19:21:00.000-07:002004-08-08T19:22:14.993-07:00A Poem
A little thing that ran through my head while reading Wheel of Time
Long and green the grass that grows
Along the stream that ebbs and flows -
A song of trees that no one knows
Is sung by simple sons.
Tune of teal and tone of tongue
So soon the seal of someone spun
Festoons the field of phonies flung T
o winds of winters won.
Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00939476530958491098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769924.post-1075393419351990022004-01-29T08:23:00.000-08:002004-01-29T08:25:14.233-08:00A change of pace. A song for Darth_Monkey!
The Littlest Turd
This is a story
Of the littlest turd you’ve ever seen
Out on the playing field
Where the grasses grow so green.
All the larger turd piles
Said that he’s not worth a pile of poo
He would never make it
On to anybody’s shoe
But the littlest turd
Didn’t say a word
He just did what he could do
And the littlest turd
Wasn’t seen or Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00939476530958491098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769924.post-1071299080679883582003-12-12T23:04:00.000-08:002003-12-12T23:05:28.903-08:00Took a while to return. My busy life....
ONE LEFT STANDING
The war has come to my homeland;
It is ravaging my town.
Is there a wall left standing?
Knock it down, knock it down.
The battle decimates my people;
Enemies are at our gates.
Is there a roadmap for the peaceful?
All too late, all too late.
Come, you fathers, come, you brothers,
Time to hear the battle cry.
Weep, you sisters, wail,Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00939476530958491098noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5769924.post-1062721191802827582003-09-04T17:19:00.000-07:002003-09-04T17:19:51.870-07:00So, I figure if the cool thing to do is blog, I shall blog. Actually, I'll just publish the random songs that won't go in my reagular stuff. So here's one for today:
TEASPOON
You say it’s impossible
But I’ve seen the impossible before
It’s impossible for me to love you deeper,
But it seems each day I only love you more.
So I’m digging to China with a teaspoon
I’m sorting out the sand on ev’Bradhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00939476530958491098noreply@blogger.com0