farrahrockstar@gmail.com
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Laurel Canynon
Laural Canyon
At three am,
I'm listening to the world.
No more cars driving,
or sound of the city of old Hollwwood,
sitting on an old wooden porch.
Looking out over the trees,
a sweet caress of the air, passes by my face.
peace-full , like heaven,
I sappose.
I feel like this is where I belong,
Only its a sublet for a few weeks.
They say there's a big old deer,
huge antlers in the forest of the backyard,
I have yet to seen him.
A feeling of old music history,
I sense its history.
Was like it was built all around me,
for me.
I hear a spirits say," I love you"
I sang songs off the top of my soul in the shower,
I begin to write....
The world of night,
Swells in my dance and song,
Stars at night calling out my dreams.
In the hills.
It shine with music, the birds singing,
The crickets, the cool breeze...
its quaint, its quite.
I feel reborn,
free safe and I'm at peace...
I needed mending and was healed,
songs in my soul lifted,
I sing out loud,
"How many times can a woman's heart be broken
till she takes hold of he heart all alone..."
I can't pretend, I'm completely,
alone when I reveled in your touch,
Yet your not here at tonight.
I'd watch him sleep sometimes,
the other man man,
the one who broke me down,
He tore up my soul.
Now I'm here, I'm mending
You and I,
We never had enough time to spend,
together, in you flat,
getting to really know eachother.
t-shirts on the floor,
I think of the Canyon and Yucca Trail,
Walking down the hill,
The Canyon Store.
The air helped me breath, lifted me up.
I watched you,
like a gift in my life,
I adored you for just a while,
I really wonder if he is missing my face too?
had I done nothing to deserve,
This urning for some one Else's touch,
It really shouldn't hurt this much.
THE AIR PASS THROUGH ME AND I'LL FALL IN TO PARADISE.
I'm reborn,
out here amongst,
The Trail.
Found me some friends,
I hope.
In such a short time,
I feel home
I wish I could stay longer....
and linger here.
Tell me stars,
Can you hear me calling?
Out to only you
Are you out there?
feeling so right being here.
Can you feel me crying out?
I want some one who,
I thought might love me?
I know how to love...
In trade for a life with some one who gets me?
As much as I can love Laural Canyon.
Soon I'll have to go, is sad for me.
Hope I can get back there someday...
https://sites.google.com/site/farrahrockstar/
At three am,
I'm listening to the world.
No more cars driving,
or sound of the city of old Hollwwood,
sitting on an old wooden porch.
Looking out over the trees,
a sweet caress of the air, passes by my face.
peace-full , like heaven,
I sappose.
I feel like this is where I belong,
Only its a sublet for a few weeks.
They say there's a big old deer,
huge antlers in the forest of the backyard,
I have yet to seen him.
A feeling of old music history,
I sense its history.
Was like it was built all around me,
for me.
I hear a spirits say," I love you"
I sang songs off the top of my soul in the shower,
I begin to write....
The world of night,
Swells in my dance and song,
Stars at night calling out my dreams.
In the hills.
It shine with music, the birds singing,
The crickets, the cool breeze...
its quaint, its quite.
I feel reborn,
free safe and I'm at peace...
I needed mending and was healed,
songs in my soul lifted,
I sing out loud,
"How many times can a woman's heart be broken
till she takes hold of he heart all alone..."
I can't pretend, I'm completely,
alone when I reveled in your touch,
Yet your not here at tonight.
I'd watch him sleep sometimes,
the other man man,
the one who broke me down,
He tore up my soul.
Now I'm here, I'm mending
You and I,
We never had enough time to spend,
together, in you flat,
getting to really know eachother.
t-shirts on the floor,
I think of the Canyon and Yucca Trail,
Walking down the hill,
The Canyon Store.
The air helped me breath, lifted me up.
I watched you,
like a gift in my life,
I adored you for just a while,
I really wonder if he is missing my face too?
had I done nothing to deserve,
This urning for some one Else's touch,
It really shouldn't hurt this much.
THE AIR PASS THROUGH ME AND I'LL FALL IN TO PARADISE.
I'm reborn,
out here amongst,
The Trail.
Found me some friends,
I hope.
In such a short time,
I feel home
I wish I could stay longer....
and linger here.
Tell me stars,
Can you hear me calling?
Out to only you
Are you out there?
feeling so right being here.
Can you feel me crying out?
I want some one who,
I thought might love me?
I know how to love...
In trade for a life with some one who gets me?
As much as I can love Laural Canyon.
Soon I'll have to go, is sad for me.
Hope I can get back there someday...
https://sites.google.com/site/farrahrockstar/
Friday, April 23, 2010
four walls
I have spent years alone in a room with the tv and now netflicks, My cat my mother my lovers come and go and yet i stand still wondering when is life gonna finally kick in and become somethin more interesting then four walls, I guess in some ways it comforts me but MAN when is life gonna become exciting I'm so bordof the mundane and no one seems to be able to help me out of the rut...
I've been in therpy for over 17yrs, written over 100songs that have never been published sang in front of thousand and sang alone to the mirrior and still nothing I'm board of this expierence when do i become a better form of myself the one everoneelse see that i cant get past almost 35 and yet no forfillment in my life that is very sad the woman on the outside look inward sees only the dreams of yesterday not yet achieved and the same stupid four walls could be anywhere, France , Idonesia, who knows if it would all just feel the same surrounded by for wall and a tv or computer is all you need these days right? I'm alone afraid and sick of the same old same old, Ive seen ever rerunn there is on tv and watched almost every movie to date and still love the musicals of yesterday and witsh that was my forth wall what is a girl to do when her days just pass her by one da I LOOKED IN THE MIRRIOR AND MY HAIR IS TURING GREY...yesterday is long gone and whats next isnt that the question we all want answered..but tomarrow it will still just be the same four walls
I've been in therpy for over 17yrs, written over 100songs that have never been published sang in front of thousand and sang alone to the mirrior and still nothing I'm board of this expierence when do i become a better form of myself the one everoneelse see that i cant get past almost 35 and yet no forfillment in my life that is very sad the woman on the outside look inward sees only the dreams of yesterday not yet achieved and the same stupid four walls could be anywhere, France , Idonesia, who knows if it would all just feel the same surrounded by for wall and a tv or computer is all you need these days right? I'm alone afraid and sick of the same old same old, Ive seen ever rerunn there is on tv and watched almost every movie to date and still love the musicals of yesterday and witsh that was my forth wall what is a girl to do when her days just pass her by one da I LOOKED IN THE MIRRIOR AND MY HAIR IS TURING GREY...yesterday is long gone and whats next isnt that the question we all want answered..but tomarrow it will still just be the same four walls
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
CHERISH
Cherish
Your visions; cherish your ideals; cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts, for out of them will grow delightful conditions, all heavenly environment; of these if you but remain true to them, your world will at last be built.Somewhere there was once a Flower, a Stone, a Crystal, a Queen, a King, a Palace, a Lover and his Beloved... Such is Love, The Mystic Flower of the Soul. This is the Center, the Self.The true beloveds of this world are in their lover's eyes lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape, remembered conversations, friends, a child's Sunday, lost voices, one's favorite dress, autumn and all seasons, memory, yes, it being the earth and water of existence, memory.A word is not a crystal, transparent and unchanged; it is the skin of a living thought, and may vary greatly in color and content according to the circumstances and the time in which it is used.When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
farrahrockstar@gmail.com
Your visions; cherish your ideals; cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts, for out of them will grow delightful conditions, all heavenly environment; of these if you but remain true to them, your world will at last be built.Somewhere there was once a Flower, a Stone, a Crystal, a Queen, a King, a Palace, a Lover and his Beloved... Such is Love, The Mystic Flower of the Soul. This is the Center, the Self.The true beloveds of this world are in their lover's eyes lilacs opening, ship lights, school bells, a landscape, remembered conversations, friends, a child's Sunday, lost voices, one's favorite dress, autumn and all seasons, memory, yes, it being the earth and water of existence, memory.A word is not a crystal, transparent and unchanged; it is the skin of a living thought, and may vary greatly in color and content according to the circumstances and the time in which it is used.When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
farrahrockstar@gmail.com
Monday, February 8, 2010
enlightiment
So I try and try to understand the world, from where I sit right now, all I see is hype with no moral value, you have MTV only showing reality shows. Commercials are more entertaining then TV|. Now a days it is a mask for society, so no one gets paid for genuine work. no writers, no actors, no performers, no real talent. This sickens me as a vocalist and songwriter I haven't been in spired since g MY band Gypsy broke up, we are no longer a pleasantry society. If the guy I'm looking for aint the "the bachelor"and "4 the love ofRayjay" is the placeo become famous...Snookie is you choice of women out there why not just give her a golden globe, I mean it dam I rember the days when there were real music videos you know the ones that had a true story linelike "Take on me by AHHA" that were truly inspiring I inevittanly would rather read a book then watch TV anymore.
Now and politics don't get me starter unless, education become free to everyone in the USA we R just so far behind the times now a days transportation costs alone can kill you unless you live in NYC ,San francisco.or Washington but who the hell can afford thatonly bankers. The banks tell us we owe them money, what gave them the right to not deny my debit cardwhen there was no money in there and charge me fees every day since I went over 1 dollar 10 years ago so now i will go in to such cruel debt, that even if I wanted to I couldn't pay back my college lone and why should I they never helped me find work !!!
It is all bull. What it fundamentally comes down to is we need to help one another and be uplifted already? Help each other... we give to Hati, but not to our own community?
People look so sad driving in there cars. I was in LA in the wrong turning lane & asked the guy to my left "can I get over", he actually said "NO" and that is sunny California.
In Jamaica people light fire in the forest you hungry here is food it growes on trees people!!!
I have seen enough in my life time to not truly want to be out there, but really do I have to look in to the reality TV world of some ones basement if i dont want to go outside? I'm an artist I need to be inspired.
With out that I have nothing and that is just plain sad. We all look out for own own right? The day I lost a family member I feel like I lost my family.
What does the artist have to look forward too?
I am disappointed in the world we have built and where we are headed. THIS must change for in the end we are all FORGOTTEN
Can;t we have joy and peace now.
farrahrockstar@gmail.com
Now and politics don't get me starter unless, education become free to everyone in the USA we R just so far behind the times now a days transportation costs alone can kill you unless you live in NYC ,San francisco.or Washington but who the hell can afford thatonly bankers. The banks tell us we owe them money, what gave them the right to not deny my debit cardwhen there was no money in there and charge me fees every day since I went over 1 dollar 10 years ago so now i will go in to such cruel debt, that even if I wanted to I couldn't pay back my college lone and why should I they never helped me find work !!!
It is all bull. What it fundamentally comes down to is we need to help one another and be uplifted already? Help each other... we give to Hati, but not to our own community?
People look so sad driving in there cars. I was in LA in the wrong turning lane & asked the guy to my left "can I get over", he actually said "NO" and that is sunny California.
In Jamaica people light fire in the forest you hungry here is food it growes on trees people!!!
I have seen enough in my life time to not truly want to be out there, but really do I have to look in to the reality TV world of some ones basement if i dont want to go outside? I'm an artist I need to be inspired.
With out that I have nothing and that is just plain sad. We all look out for own own right? The day I lost a family member I feel like I lost my family.
What does the artist have to look forward too?
I am disappointed in the world we have built and where we are headed. THIS must change for in the end we are all FORGOTTEN
Can;t we have joy and peace now.
farrahrockstar@gmail.com
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Saturday, December 19, 2009
check it out
http://ksolo.myspace.com/actions/showSongProfile.do?rid=1874290&sid=29436&uid=10261070
check out my ksolo
farrahrockstar@gmail.com
check out my ksolo
farrahrockstar@gmail.com
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
