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Gimme an F: “F!”
That’s right an R and then two E’s.
I need a Verse: “Verse!”
Just soul clap and sing with me:
“We want it Fri, day! ‘Cuz Friday the Verse is Free!”
Welcome back, ya’ll, to the Change I Wish to See.

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Today’s FVF is short and sweet.  It’s about, uh…  Actually, I hope it just makes sense and doesn’t need an explanation.  That’s the whole point of this writing thing, right?  If I need 300 words to explain 27 words, I’m writing the kind of words I always hated to read/hear.

So with that:

promised you’d forget me.
didn’t say it
but i knew.
it was in the way
you hugged me freely
when i was still so tied
to you.

And, uh, that’s that.

But I’m really excited about the music feature I’ve got for you today.

The Sweet Remains.  Go to the site.  Do it.  There are a handful of tracks there for your streaming pleasure.  The audio will auto-load, but forgive it.  It means well.

If they don’t get your weekend off on the right foot, it might be hopeless.

See you on the other side.

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Gimme an F: “F!”
That’s right an R and then two E’s.
I need a Verse: “Verse!”
Just soul clap and sing with me:
“We want it Fri, day! ‘Cuz Friday the Verse is Free!”
Welcome back, ya’ll, to the Change I Wish to See.

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Okay. So I’m utterly confused by WordPress’ failure to execute tonight — or last night — including prematurely publishing a scheduled draft. Hopefully not, but there may be draft-like content in your reader, or a post that only somewhat resembles this one. Sorry about that. It kind of makes me want to go back to Blogger and have a legit reason to play around with Google Wave.

But whatever. It’s hard to be that upset at anything while listening to Sam & Ruby, which is exactly what I’ve got for you today. They’re not new, but they’re growing, by leaps and bounds. And thanks to Sam at It’s the Little Things, I’m kind of in awe of them. Actually, in awe; no need for a mitigator.

For a studio version, go here.

But the business: this week’s FVF is a continuation. And a conglomeration. A cohabitative collaboration, celebrating the collision of chorusticular contemplation.

I apologize. I just always wanted to talk like Don King or Jesse Jackson.

The moment has passed. Moving right along.

The verse is a little of this plus something new, written to the instrumental of a song I submitted in a contest a few years ago. So it is at least a continuation. And I think it’s a little bit of growth, because a song that started by asking to be part of something, now has a chorus asking for something in return. But it’s still, as seems to be a trend lately, a work in progress.

Happy Friday. Go make some bad decisions.

“center of your universe”

close your eyes.
spin around me.
let me be
the center of your universe.

all i’m asking for
is the chance to be
your dream come true
and everything you deserve.

but before my heart strings pop
a smile breaks
and i fall head over feet,
i want you to stop me
and say you mean it.

’cause i’ve been oh so close
with a front row seat
just to watch it slip away,
so i want you to stop me
and say you mean it.

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Gimme an F: “F!”
That’s right an R and then two E’s.
I need a Verse: “Verse!”
Just soul clap and sing with me:
“We want it Fri, day! ‘Cuz Friday the Verse is Free!”
Welcome back, ya’ll, to the Change I Wish to See.
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The funny thing about this whole FVF thing is that it’s kind of like public nudity. There’s always the risk of you seeing more than you want to. There’s the guarantee that I’ll be self-conscious of every nook and cranny.

Actually, I guess that’s a lot like everyday, since I like to keep the outright lying to a minimum.

But on Fridays, it’s like the spotlights are a little brighter. And so I’m probably breaking one of the top 5 stage rules — Patrick? Any verification on stage decorum? — by admitting that for the last few weeks, including today, I’ve written new stuff but I simply can’t say any of it out loud yet. I imagine you’re not allowed to take the stage and say “never mind” but that’s sort of what’s going on today.

Wow. Great lead-in, me.

Anyway, there are still a few things in store for today.

First up, what are you listening to right now? Yes, right now. If it’s silence, or your boss screaming at someone in the background, or even some band not called The Noisettes you should start listening to The Noisettes right now.

Start with this (which Universal won’t let me embed).

And then listen to this:

Second, actual FVF.  Since today is officially the first day of my second lease with this domain — best 10$ ever — I figured I’d dig through the archives from the past year.  Below is the first full song I ever put in a post.

Happy Friday.

” señorita “

it’s a saunter
when she steps on the floor
she can feel all the stares.

they all want her
just one look in their eyes,
you knew somebody would dare.

one by one, she refused them
sat ’em down, brokenhearted
pushed their egos aside.

had no time for amusement
none of them knew the music
she was crying inside.

oh… senorita
what lies beneath you
is haunting me
it’s the song I wrote for you
it’s you I sing

it’s a whisper
but she shakes when she breathes it
like she’s screaming aloud.

blink and miss her
she moves in secret ways
under the gaze of the crowd.

she’s confused them
cloaked in red
seems a shout for romance.

but for her it’s acoustic
private, reclusive
a plea for a chance.

oh… senorita
what lies beneath you
is haunting me
it’s the song I wrote for you
it’s you I sing

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Gimme an F: “F!”
That’s right an R and then two E’s.
I need a Verse: “Verse!”
Just soul clap and sing with me:
“We want it Fri, day! ‘Cuz Friday the Verse is Free!”
Welcome back, ya’ll, to the Change I Wish to See.
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So I don’t talk a lot — at all? — about dating around here.  I’ve done it, though.  And, like every one of you, there are stories upon stories that will probably just never get told.

I’ll “tell” one of those stories today, though.  Today’s FVF is an embellished verse from college inspired by the healthy eating by one then-special lady friend.  It didn’t work out (and not because of the story in this rhyme at all).  Actually, I guess the story in the verse below was a symptom of the disease: she was a taker.  Huh.

Anyway, there’s been enough distance and I’m sure she’d never a) remember me,  b) be able to find this blog or c) know it had anything to do with her if she did.  So here goes.  Happy Friday.

too much for me

i’m going broke; my pockets getting thin,
ever since i went with you to Bennigan’s.
you got the baked potato soup, steak ‘n shrimp combo,
a fettucine dish and the chicken asiago;
seafood platter, baby back ribs,
monte cristo sandwich and golden chicken strips.
when it comes to snacks, Jack be nimble Jack be quick
’cause your ass will eat Jack’s chips.

and you’re selfish — oooh! — every meal, you beast it.
you cover up your plate like you’re keeping it a secret.
i don’t mind you eating; you gotta stay healthy,
but your eating’s costing millions and i ain’t all that wealthy.

you used to joke you’d eat me out of house and home.
so now i’m homeless.
i spent the dough on your meal, instead of paying my Sprint bill.
so now i’m phone-less.

now don’t get me wrong, this ain’t about your size;
i like the width in your thighs, but it’s the french in them fries.
i’m drawing the line now; you gotta decide.
is it me? or a short stack with nine links on the side?

and would it kill you to treat me to a meal of my own?
either feed me or leave me alone.

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Friday, sunnyside up

Gimme an F: “F!”
That’s right an R and then two E’s.
I need a Verse: “Verse!”
Just soul clap and sing with me:
“We want it Fri, day! ‘Cuz Friday the Verse is Free!”
Welcome back, ya’ll, to the Change I Wish to See.
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Morning.  Afternoon.  Evening.

What’s good?  How’s your mother?  Good good.

Before we get started, I hope you took time out of your busy schedules to watch the It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia season premiere last night.

It was glorious.  But if you, like Miss Bianca and I, stayed tuned for the premiere of the animated show that came on FX after that, Archer, I’d love to have someone explain to me what was going on.  Anyone?

No?  Okay.

Today’s FVF is a little of this… and a little of that…  I was digging through my Sucker Free Sunday pages/memories from college when my roommate and I were rhyme champions.  The first two bits are completely unrelated, but made me laugh:

“… we’re go-getters, swimmin in more linen than bed-wetters“¹

“… i’m a training camp for nouns –
they come to me to turn pro;
i teach present participles
to shed the past and let go

Ah, the memories.

Moving right along.

The heart of this post is something I wrote either just before law school… or just after I started…  I can’t remember.  But it was about that time and that explains the “graduate” reference.

since i was an infant, infinite’s been my goal.
i don’t pace,
i two-step forward
arm my swagger with soul;
carry a barrel that blasts life
and when drama is the only option left,
i step right.
my pen’s nice;
it’s how i exhale when i breathe.
wear my heart across my chest
’cause it outgrew my sleeve.
on my back, i pack a bag
stacked with graduate reams,
carrying pages upon pages of my family’s dreams…

Happy Friday.

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¹We were not.  That is a lie.

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workshop

Greetings.  Salutations.

So… there may be two posts in your reader from me today.  Sorry about that.  The first was a lie.  Er, maybe not a lie.  I never lie.  But it is still FVF!

Gimme an F: “F!”
That’s right an R and then two E’s.
I need a Verse: “Verse!”
Just soul clap and sing with me:
“We want it Fri, day! ‘Cuz Friday the Verse is Free!”
Welcome back, ya’ll, to the Change I Wish to See.
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So today’s FVF is a little different.  It’s more like a workshop.

On the way home yesterday, I had an idea; complete with light bulb and mental-image cloud above my head and everything.  I got home, and after about an hour with my guitar, two chords, a muted strum and a pocket full of keys, this is what I came up with.

Obviously, it’s raw.  But it was fun.  So I’m sharing it, even though it’s the definition of “unfinished.”  I have no idea whether I’ll keep the melody and change the rhythm, keep the rhythm and change the melody, or scrap the entire thing by the end of the weekend.  But whatever: no take-backs.

The “video” is below.  But just in case flash is outlawed at your office, the lyrics:

i got
miles and miles
but just one
cross to bear;
i got
so far to go
and yet i
go nowhere.

i got
reasons for reasons
to be
oh so scared;
and i
convince myself
that i’m just
being prepared.

maybe i’ll find a way
maybe i’ll find a way,
maybe i’ll find a way
maybe i’ll find a way;
but will i be
will i ever be
my own redemption
my own redemption.

i got
one big dream
i’ve built
stories high;
i got
passion for days
and yet these
lonely nights.

maybe i’ll find a way
maybe i’ll find a way,
maybe i’ll find a way
maybe i’ll find a way;
but will i be
will i ever be
my own redemption
my own redemption.

Happy Friday.  Go make some bad decisions tonight.

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Me loves me some collaboration.

So when I heard Kid Cudi, Kanye and Common — (that’s the link to the video) — drop some of their own lyrics — as well as some borrowed lines and melodies from other artists like T.I. and Jamie Foxx — over a beat featuring a Lady Gaga sample, I got slaphappy.

The lyrics get pretty, er uh, suggestive. But hopefully you get past that (or like it; whatevs). Dare you to tell me it’s not addictive-catchy.

Anyway.

Gimme an F: “F!”
That’s right an R and then two E’s.
I need a Verse: “Verse!”
Just soul clap and sing with me:
“We want it Fri, day! ‘Cuz Friday the Verse is Free!”
Welcome back, ya’ll, to the Change I Wish to See.

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That’s right. FVF sneak-attack! You just got snuck!

I could ramble about what it means or why I wrote it. But it was a few years ago and doesn’t have a terribly unique back-story.¹ And it’s Friday. So let’s get down to business. See you on the other side of the weekend.

‘home’

i want
guarantees;
not just pledges of ambition.
all these lies with good intentions
never fill in what is missing.
this
can’t
be
home.
but this house feels so familiar,
like a childhood was built here
and a soul’s come back
to reattach what used to be.

guarantees;
not this callous competition.
there’s a price tag on compassion.
once-free hearts now charge admission.
this
can’t
be
home.
but this house feels so familiar,
like my childhood was built here
and my soul’s come back
to reattach a part of me.

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¹*ahem* Residualteenageangst *ahem*

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