Most of the Time

Most of the time I’m clear focused all around, Most of the time I can keep both feet on the ground, I can follow the path, I can read the signs, Stay right with it, when the road unwinds, I can handle whatever I stumble upon, I don’t even notice she’s gone, Most of the time. Most of the time It’s well understood, Most of the time I wouldn’t change it if I could, I can’t make it all match up, I can hold my own, I can deal with the situation right down to the bone, I can survive, I can endure And I don’t even think about her Most of the time. Most of the time My head is on straight, Most of the time I’m strong enough not to hate. I don’t build up illusion ’till it makes me sick, I ain’t afraid of confusion no matter how thick I can smile in the face of mankind. Don’t even remember what her lips felt like on mine Most of the time. Most of the time She ain’t even in my mind, I wouldn’t know her if I saw her She’s that far behind. Most of the time I can’t even be sure If she was ever with me Or if I was with her. Most of the time I’m halfway content, Most of the time I know exactly where I went, I don’t cheat on myself, I don’t run and hide, Hide from the feelings, that are buried inside, I don’t compromised and I don’t pretend, I don’t even care if I ever see her again Most of the time. Hope you enjoy.

Joshua Tree

I just spent the night in Joshua Tree earlier this week. I was helping out some friends with a music video for an artist by the name of Butch Walker. The song is pretty good and I think its the single off his debut album coming out in about a week. Butch produces for artist such as P!NK and Avril Levine.

The desert was really nice and the weather was great. It wasn’t too hot in the day and it wasn’t too cold at night. It amazed me that it takes so little to get away from everything-all the traffic, people, TVs, nonsense that you get caught up in your everyday life. Its great to hang with a few good friends and not worry about time or being somewhere or checking emails (or writing on your blog for the matter). 

We all cooked dinner at night sat around and shared laughs, wine and vodka while listening to Fleetwood Mac. Later, Butch and Bingo (the cool dude who ran the motel) played some good country acoustic tunes.