I like this kid too much and I couldn’t miss the day he appeared as special guest on Ellen Degeneres’ show. He came, he sang, and he got some presents too. I told you, Josiah, I told you! I’m watching you, can you tell? Way to go, Ellen, for promoting the real thing! Video here. Enjoy!
I showed up at her door
no gifts or explanations for
the way that i’ve been acting
for the time just kept on passing
i tried to kiss her lips
she said lets put an end to this
a simple overreaction
it sent my head into a backspin
i dont know where to run
to run
she was a teenage girl
i made sure to promise her the world
spent money fast as lightning
anything just to keep her smiling
my voice was all she heard
sentences filled with empty words
i thought i was so clever
i never knew that our line would sever
i dont know where to run
ohhh ohhh
i dont know where to run
ohhh ohhh
i have nowhere to run
i wake up on the floor
my head replays that closing door
my heart wont stop rewinding
inside clocks all out of timing
she starts to disappear
there’ll be no turning back from here
when all is said and done
and i begin to run
Remember Josiah? Here’s another song of his, which I really really love. It’s called “Her” and it fits my mood perfectly. Enjoy!
Car door’s frozen
I can’t get to you
Your window’s open
The cold air’s pouring through
Your bones are broken
The belt won’t let you loose
And i’m left hoping
That you might wake up soon
I just stand and watch as they pull you from another world
Unraveling twisted plots, oh i wish you were another girl
And i’ll set the world on fire
Cause i could not satisfy her
Empty hallways
You can’t get to me
Open doorways
But you’re still searching for your keys
And i can’t open
The ears for which i sing
So i’ll just pass along
And baby you’ll start to hear me
You just sit and stare as if i’m from another land
In your comfortable chair, oh i wish i were another man
And i’ll set the world on fire
Cause i could not satisfy her
Satisfaction seems to be
The key that turns, the air we breathe
It brings us now so confidently crawling on our knees
So you try to satisfy the hours
But you’re ignorance won’t fight the fires
And your innocence can’t kill desire
So you’re not as perfect as you seem to be
You didn’t get to know her because you didn’t deserve to know her, you just thought you knew her, you just hoped that image was hers. She stopped loving you way back when she fell sick because of what you brought upon her. And everything else was supposed to be revenge. And it was. And you felt it. You thought she would be devastated when you left, but there was nothing left of you inside her heart. How can you hurt something if it is not there? She wasn’t there, you just thought she was. Empty, hollow, echo… Will you be happy? Yes, you will. Will it last? No, it won’t. Were you worth it? She thinks not. All of them will think not.
Will you deny, dear girl, that creatures can exist that are– not human – not animal – strange creatures created out of absurd thoughts and villainous desires?
You know good, my gentle girl, good is the Law; good are all our rules and regulations; good is the great God that created these regulations, these rules, these laws.
Good also is the man that values them completely and goes on his path in humility and patience in true obedience to our good God.
But there is another King that hates good. He breaks the laws and the regulations. He creates – note this well – against nature. He is bad, is evil, and evil is the man that would be like him. He is a child of Satan.
It is evil, very evil to go in and tamper with the eternal laws and with insolent hands rip them brazenly out of place.
He is happy and able to do evil – because Satan, who is a tremendous King, helps him. He wants to create out of his prideful wish and will, wants to do things that shatter all the rules, that reverse natural law and stand it on its head.
But he needs to be very careful: It is only a lie and what he creates is always lunacy and illusion. It towers up and fills the heavens – but collapses at the last moment and falls back to bury the arrogant fool that thought it up –
His Excellency Jacob Ten Brinken, Dr. med., Ord. Professor and Counselor created a strange maiden, created her – against nature. He created her entirely alone, though the thought belonged to another.
This creature, that was baptized and named Alraune, grew up and lived as a human child. Whatever she touched turned to gold, where ever she went became filled with wild laughter.
But whoever felt her poisonous breath, screamed at the sins that stirred inside them and on the ground where her feet lightly tread grew the pale white flower of death. It struck dead anyone that was hers except Frank Braun, who first thought of her and gave her life.
It’s not for you, golden sister, that I write this book. Your eyes are blue and kind. They know nothing of sins. Your days are like the heavy blue clusters of wisteria dropping down to form a soft carpet. My feet stride lightly and softly through them as I enter the glittering sunlight in the arbor of your gentle days. I don’t write this book for you my golden child, gracious sister of my dream filled days –
But I write it for you, you wild sinful sister of my hot nights. When the shadows fall, when the cruel ocean devours the beautiful golden sun there flashes over the waves a swift poisonous green ray. That is Sins first quick laugh over the alarmed dying day.
That’s when you extend yourself over the still water, raise yourself high and proclaim your arrival in blighted yellows, reds and deep violet colors. Your sins whisper through the deep night and vomit your pestilent breath wide throughout all the land.
And you become aware of your hot touch. You widen your eyes, lift your perky young breasts as your nostrils quiver and you spread wide your fever moistened hands.
Then the gentle civilized day splits away and falls to give birth to the serpent of the dark night. You extend yourself, sister, your wild soul, all shame, full of poison, and of torment and blood, and of kisses and desire, exultant outward in joyous abandon.
I write about you, through all the heavens and hells – sister of my sins – I write this book for you!