Tuesday, December 25, 2007

An Old City Bar...

If we could somehow make this Christmas thing last... if only there was a way for people to remember what it is to care, and why helping others and caring for others is a reward... that feeling has a way of spreading. I had more to say, but I think that's enough.

Old City Bar
By Trans-Siberian Orchestra

In an old city bar
That is never too far
From the places that gather
The dreams that have been

In the safety of night
With its old neon light
It beckons to strangers
And they always come in

And the snow it was falling
The neon was calling
The music was low
And the night
Christmas Eve

And here was the danger
That even with strangers
Inside of this night
It's easier to believe

Then the door opened wide
And a child came inside
That no one in the bar
Had seen there before

And he asked did we know
That outside in the snow
That someone was lost
Standing outside our door

Then the bartender gazed
Through the smoke and the haze

Through the window and ice
To that corner streetlight

Where standing alone
By a broken pay phone
Was a girl the child said
Could no longer get home

And the snow it was falling
The neon was calling
The bartender turned
And said , not that I care
But how would you know this?
The child said I've noticed
If one could be home
They'd be already there

Then the bartender came out from behind the bar
And in all of his life he was never that far
And he did something else that he thought no one saw
When he took all the cash from the register drawer

Then he followed the child to the girl across the street
And we watched from the bar as they started to speak
Then he called for a cab and he said J.F.K.
Put the girl in the cab and the cab drove away
And we saw in his hand
That the cash was all gone
From the light that she had
wished upon

If you want to arrange it
This world you can change it
If we could somehow make this
Christmas thing last

By helping a neighbour
Or even a stranger
And to know who needs help
You need only just ask

Then he looked for the child
But the child wasn't there
Just the wind and the snow
Waltzing dreams through the air

So he walked back inside
Somehow different I think
For the rest of the night
No one paid for a drink

And the cynics will say
That some neighborhood kid
Wandered in on some bums
In the world where they hid

But they weren't there
So they couldn't see
By an old neon star
On that, night, Christmas Eve

When the snow it was falling
The neon was calling
And in case you should wonder
In case you should care

Why we on our own
Never went home
On that night of all nights
We were already there

Thursday, December 20, 2007

I'll be home for Christmas

I listened to Christmas music for the first time this week... I'm one of those people that normally starts in November. I'm not religious... it's just the feeling that that sound gives me that I enjoy so much, it takes me back to much simpler times. Things are changing now, those memories and the feeling that music and the season provides me is fading. Given recent events I don't think this will be a one-time deal... The holiday season hasn't been kind, and home isn't a home anymore, yet it's hard to complain when there are those out there dealing with things much worse than I have experienced, or possibly may ever experience. I'll comment more on that in a few days, on Christmas.

So I find myself haunted again this Christmas season, but not by the memories of youth and the opportunities and experience that brought... instead I am haunted by the present, and the recent memories it has created. The kind that are hard to push to the back of your mind, the kind that will linger long after the season is gone, and will strengthen with the return of the season next year. I remember... and I wish I could forget.

I Remember by Stabbing Westward

Do you ever wonder where
We would be if we had tried
A little harder?
It seems like yesterday
That we were making plans
For the future

But it's been so long
Since I have mourned the dreams
Those dreams we left abandoned

And I'm haunted by your face
And the memory of your kisses
Sweet kisses

Do you remember?
I still remember so much
I remember never feeling so alive
Do you remember?
I still can't forget your touch
We swore that we would never end
We knew our love transcended space and time

As memories slip away
The ghost of what we were
Is fading

But there is no more pain
Which is funny 'cause that night
I was dying
I was dying

Now I don't even recognize
The girl I swore that someday
I would marry

But I can't forget her face
And I can't forget her kisses
Sweet kisses

Do you remember?
I still remember so much
I remember always feeling so alive
Do you remember?
I still can't forget your touch
We swore that we would never end
We knew our love transcended space and time

Do you remember?
I still remember so much
I remember never feeling so alive
Do you remember?
I still can't forget your touch
Or how we swore that we would never be alone
Do you remember?
I still remember so much
I remember never feeling so alive
Do you remember?
'Cause I still can't forget your touch
Or how we swore that we would never end
We knew our love transcend space and time

We swore that we would never end
We knew our love transcended space and time

Do you remember?

God I remember so much

I remember so much...

Saturday, December 8, 2007

Finals.... Need I say more?

As if things haven't been going poorly already... it's finals week, which means late-night coffee-fueled all-nighters as one struggles to find the melding of what is possible to get done to what is expected of your work (and what you expect of yourself).


So here is my final character at I'd say 85% done.
Original concept belongs to original artist. He is half lo-poly,
half sub-div proxy, and he's almost ready to combine.

The remaining 15% is the rest of his crazy hair (the bear/eyebrow peice is
at least double the polys of the face :O ), and after that I need to add details, like
wrinkles and such. Then I have 3 other classes to worry about. Joy!

oh, AND.... check out Journeyman on NBC, which I think airs on Monday nights?! It's quantum leap for the modern generation, and stars Lucius Verenus of Rome... be sure to check out his girlfriend from the past who met him in the future (watch the show) she is super-dee-duper hotttt! Is that how you're supposed to say that?

Anyways... probably more at some point soon...
Also visit my Portfolio site at it's temporary address (under construction of course.)

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Listening to: Andres Segovia - The Segovia Collection Vol 4 - 18 - Bach-Cello Suite No 6 Gavotte
via FoxyTunes