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paulyhart's blog
| Sunday, June 18th, 2006
Thnaks!
hey everyone on i sound!
since i have been a member here i have been met with love and genuine interst in my music. YOU RAWK!
generaly hitting somewhere in the top 40 played everyday and still in the top 15 for friends, you have made a great impact to my musical ability and to my confidence.
recording "take me away" and "love and war" with the band BEHIND THE REFLECTION was just the beginning of new and great things vocally and having POWDER J use one of my mixes for "smoke in the air" was a great start for me as a composer.
i just wanted to let you know that you voted for me as your 91st favorite in the battle of the bands and i indeed thank you!
being number 91 has a lot of responsibility and... oh wait... no.
i didn't even win a t-shirt.
but i don't care about that. popularity is cool and fine but i am down for just making quality songs.
i am in the beginnings of recording several new songs that i hope to be sharing with everyone of you very soon. i hope to build more music along the lines of massive attack or portishead... but i think that God chose me to sound like pauly hart and i am down with that. :)
keep listening!
and if there is anything i can do for you, just let me know...
-pauly
p a u l y h a r t . c o m
Posted By paulyhart @ 12:28 PM | Comments: 1 |
| Thursday, March 9th, 2006
yay
new rock from a wacky guy!
yay!
go to: myspace.com/anothertomorrowrocks
or: myspace.com/paulyhartmusic
a kewl person is you!
Posted By paulyhart @ 8:19 PM | Comments: 0 |
| Sunday, January 1st, 2006
2006
well hi everyone, 2006 is here and we are in business! i plan on buying my new music studio finishing peices this next month and i will be cranking out some goodies very very soon for you!
STAY TUNED!
Posted By paulyhart @ 2:20 AM | Comments: 0 |
| Thursday, November 3rd, 2005
I GOT WHAT YOU NEED
i am adding the best live and electronic instrumental songs on isound onto my listeners site! if you know of a good song, let me know. lyrics are ok, but the music has to be kickin!
Posted By paulyhart @ 4:43 PM | Comments: 0 |
| Wednesday, October 12th, 2005
Hard Nights Work
I spent all the time in the world
Washing your blood off of my hands
I’ve cleaned up all of your mess
I’ve encountered no rest
Watching the world spin to nothing
Now I crawl out
From under my rock
Clinging to hope everlasting
While I sing the songs
Of the unlovely boy
And you are still there dying
God of heaven and of my soul
Why oh why did I let you go
I spent all the money I had
Washing the wounds of the land
I destroyed all my best
To encounter your caress
Watching my life spin to nothing
Copyright 2004 by pauly hart
Posted By paulyhart @ 5:48 PM | Comments: 0 |
| Friday, September 30th, 2005
LOUD art
today is the day that i made the decision to spend a little dough and do it up right. i'm loud baby...
Posted By paulyhart @ 9:39 PM | Comments: 0 |
| Wednesday, September 28th, 2005
october cometh
i've been thinking about making myself a loud artist! what does everyone think?
Posted By paulyhart @ 7:40 PM | Comments: 1 |
| Sunday, September 18th, 2005
Asaph, LNW
ok these guys are it!
tamar is the creator of "Asaph" and Ratuna is with lost in a new world ~ "LNW"
they are really kewl peeps. they asked me to help them out with some programming and they needed help in other ways, so i hope that i was able to do them justice.
they added me to their sites as part of their band which is fine.
i hope you guys check them out!
-pauly
Posted By paulyhart @ 12:01 AM | Comments: 0 |
| Tuesday, September 13th, 2005
I Feel For What I Know
i do not want to but i do
i feel for what i know
and i know that this truth i see is a lie
the truth... my heart... so black
i know the truth, it should set me free
im reaching for the stars
but grind my teeth on sandy shores
the moonglow of your hope dances upon me
the sun, showed me your promise
solemn, so wise yet contrite
im not getting anywhere... and fast
looking to knowledge's vast frontier
in the investigation of common sense
i reveal nothing but this senseless quest
sparkling and true, intense and anew
show me your foolishness, i give you my brain
in the thoughts of lost wisdom
i feel for what i know
and also for what i do not...
i feel, and fear rides away...
on eagles wings.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Posted By paulyhart @ 10:17 PM | Comments: 0 |
| Tuesday, September 13th, 2005
Forgive it
i lay it down
every breath of death
i pray it down
heaven on my head
forgiveness and ashes
i've wasted all my time
and now, i now know
acceptance comes from inside
the reason for the fire
is the same for all my pain
but i choose to destroy it
this shit can't stay the same
stoke the fire
feed the flame
watch it kindle
keeping me sane
bring me laughter
bring me peace
show me starlight
show me: me
and i cry and i scream
this night won't let me be
so i take the evil
and place it outside me
my furnace of hatred
would consume my soul
i keep it in check
so the fire doesn't take hold
stoke the fire
feed the flame
watch it kindle
keeping me sane
bring me laughter
bring me peace
show me starlight
show me: me
like i said: "forgive"
i forgive him for everything
and i will forgive her
even though she wears that ring
i choose to lay down
all the stains and lies
i choose to become a
living sacrifice
stoke the fire
feed the flame
watch it kindle
keeping me sane
bring me laughter
bring me peace
show me starlight
show me: me
i lay it down
every breath of death
i pray it down
heaven on my head
Copyright 2005 by Pauly Hart
Posted By paulyhart @ 10:13 PM | Comments: 0 |
| Tuesday, September 13th, 2005
Space
space is not the final frontier
i am
i am my own frontier
inside of my mind and my heart and my emotions
there are so many things that no one will
ever see, and if i can't show them or open them
up to myself then who can and who will
my uncle is an astronomer
my father is a geologist
however they are both emotional black holes
they suck in all light around them
never exploring that which really matters
never diving into that which is really important
oh sure explain the troposphere to me
but can you define the angst of my childhood?
so space...
ahhhh space.
FUCK SPACE!!!
oi, i am more interested in the space within my heart
a good friend sitting next to me says:
"i don't think that anyone is truly satisfied with their life."
well how can we be when when we're so worried about
the affairs that as a whole really don't matter to us.
Oh sure I can sit around and bullshit with the
best of them about the misadventures of my
favorite modern rock hero, but does that make
any difference in the world when it comes down to
who i am, what i'm doing and where i'm going?
no.
life is life. mine is mine.
and i will one day understand where i am and why.
and if i do not get there then i will die on that path.
so space? yeah, study space if you want captain kirk...
as for me, i choose to study the thing
that will one day affect space...
the human heart.
Copyright 2005 by pauly hart
Posted By paulyhart @ 10:12 PM | Comments: 0 |
| Tuesday, September 13th, 2005
I
I am not the same
I have been bought
I am not the same
I have been purchased
Conquered, sold, enslaved
I am not myself
I have been ensnared
I am not myself
I am imprisoned by myself
I am a bigot
I am the judge
You are not like me
You are not the same
You are not alike
You don't deserve my appreciations
I have prejudged you
I have placed you inside of my box
My idea of you in final
My reasons for this is mine alone
I don't understand you
You don't need me
Bigot
Fascist
Judge
Racist
I am you
I am who you are
I've walked in your shoes
I've stood in your place
But don't ask me
To accept you
Because you aren't
Liz Clairborne
You're not Coca-Cola
You're not McDonald's
You're not the Gap
I am
You are
We are all biased
Selfish
Pig-headed
and
Self-absorbed Bastards.
Copyright 2005 by Pauly Hart
Posted By paulyhart @ 10:12 PM | Comments: 0 |
| Tuesday, September 13th, 2005
A brief study
John was finishing up his free bowl of chili, smacking all the while. JB had been lounging in the booth, but reluctantly gave up his seat as I sidled up. She sat down and proceeded to explain. Take out a sheet of paper and a pin. Don't you mean 'PEN?' Yeah whatever, she said. I'm just saying that you pronounce it incorrectly. Do you want to do this or not, her face scowling. Sorry. Pens and pins ready, she explained. All you need to do is define what words I will tell you. Like an explanation? I asked. Like a DEFINITION She repeated. Geaaaaw! JB retorted, Don't you ever pay attention? Ok guys, she said... ready? Yeah. Ok the first item is a cube. You mean... like... Tell me what it looks like. One sentance, or... No more than a paragraph.
The Cube: It's clear, one of its sides ia actually a tiger and it is held by Martin Luther, and King Jr.s face is on the opposite side. Inside the cube is a pink cloud with a lonely purple teardrop that drips down onto this very paper. Upon the very farthest corner of the cube sits a very small herd of yacks.
Done, I said. FINALLY! they all said. I looked around and discovered that they had been done quite some time ago. Ummm, I think mine is too long. Looking bemused she looked down at my paper. Then at the others. JB had something like: Big and red. Or Johns single sentance aluding to his cube being sleek and shimmering. The next object is a ladder, she said. Describe it on your paper. I looked down. Hmmm. Not as interesting as a cube, I said in my own head, but oh well.
The Ladder: The ladder is made of rough cardboard, and of very small ground up bacon bits. It is covered in celtic spirals and leading towards an orange bush. Of course it is flat on the ground.
Hmmm. That wasn't tough. I actually got done before JB, was still thinking and doing what appeared to be some oral surgery on his face with the back of his pen. Something like realization dawned upon his face hewn with rugged good looks. He finished up his answer. Next was the horse. A horse? Yes, a horse. Then a storm.
The Horse: The most beautiful horse in the world was vandalized by ghetto graphitti artists. It was the most majestic and comely purple, but now is a horrid slur of dingy browns. She looks terrible. She has been hurt very badly in the past and has a limp in her left front leg and has gone blind in her left eye. But a horse like this cannot be stopped, for she thinks that she is the stongest horse in the entire universe.
The Storm: The storm was coming from one of feather clouds that was inside the cube. It rained down over-large blue and yellow marshmallows. They fell around 1/8th the normal speed of raindrops but it was very odd that they were immediatly devoured by odd little leprechauns before they ever hit the ground.
John had been watching me write the last one, and said that it would be a great movie to see. I asked what he meant. The new movie Being Pauly Hart. I looked at him and crossed me eyes. MALCOVICH MALCOVICH in my most loony voice. He smiled. Are we done? Nope. She was laughing. Two more. Ok. Oks echoed all around.
The Flowers: At one time there were exactly 1,543,297,208 flowers. They encompassed the entire range of mountains and feilds of plains within my mini-vision. But the horse had eaten all but three of them. The three left are small thick dark yellow tulip-type flowers, and they smell of rotting strawberries. The three that are alive have developed electro-anti-horse-nutreno rays in self defense so that they can survive.
What was next? The relationship. Of matter versus anti-matter I asked? Of Heather Lockleer to Former President Clinton? No she said, but I'd like to see that last one. Chukles from John and myself. JB said that it wasn't funny. As former Commander In Cheif, Clinton should have... yada yada... Yeah, shutup. What in the world are you talking about anyway? What do YOU MEAN? Guys! She had to break in and thank God she did. The relationship of all of these things to one another. A pause. Oooooooh, we all said at once.
The Relationship: As stated before without prior knowledge of the relationship factor, the storm exists inside the cube. Now upon this knowledge, the cube exists inside the horses mind, but as explained before, the horse is on the same plain as the flowers. And these of course, are on the ladder... or within the second rung of the ladder to be exact. This would mean that the horse and the flowers would have to be very very tiny.
Done. Really? Yup. Ok. What was the point here? Oh, just have some FRIKKIN PATIENCE CADET! Oh can it jar-head... Lots of laughing. Alright gentlemen she pronounces. Here is what each item stands for.
The cube is yourself
The ladder is your friends
The horse is your lover
The storm is your problems
The flowers are your children
And their relation to one another
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Posted By paulyhart @ 10:10 PM | Comments: 0 |
| Tuesday, September 13th, 2005
Burgerman
Burgerman lived in Chicago. He was half blind and half deaf from a grenade explosion in Vietnam. He had never enjoyed reading, and had never found anything on the radio worth listening to... but he enjoyed talking to people, and he enjoyed making people smile, and he enjoyed making hamburgers.
He ran his own vending cart in the downtown Chicago area. He sold the best darn hamburgers anyone had ever had the opportunity to bite into. He put up signs saying so too. He was the busiest vendor on the block and he always made money.
Burgerman had paid his sons college tuition with the money he made from hamburger sales. Like I said, He always made money.
His son was home for the holidays, and was helping his dad out with the business, when they began talking about the economy. "Dad, the economy is in the worst shape it's been in years. And things are only looking worse for the future."
Well, He believed his son. His son had been to college. His son knew things that He didn't know. And maybe it was his imagination, but people had looked grumpier recently.
Burgerman took down his signs. He couldn't afford them anyway; and he started using cheaper hamburger. People started to go elsewhere for their hamburgers. Soon there was almost no business at all.
"Son, you are right." Burgerman said, "The economy is in bad shape. Nobody wants to buy Hamburgers anymore."
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Posted By paulyhart @ 10:09 PM | Comments: 0 |
| Tuesday, September 13th, 2005
?
Thoughts of a related time and place have enveloped my journey here. I have fallen prey to the undisciplined practice of living in the "what if" syndrome. I see my days march along and wonder what consequences would befall me if i had done this or done that. i realize that this way of thinking is a corrupt way, and to be more precise... it is an unhealthy view on the universe in general. Shouldn't i be more concerned with the here and the now... but there i go again. i keep doing this to myself. the now is what i live in. not the past, or any alternate reality in this present, or even in the impending future. i plan and schedule, but it is the now that i function within. so i make plans to not make plans. striving for a future where my present consists of whole-hearted plans of the now. the now. the here.
The beginning of my life.
Copyright 2000 by pauly
Posted By paulyhart @ 10:09 PM | Comments: 0 |
| Tuesday, September 13th, 2005
Your Smile
There were some things
I wanted to share
I don't know where
to go from here
Today is taking too long
Life goes on and on
I've got to find a reason
For this same old song
There is no time like the present
To wash all of my troubles away
There is no place other than in your arms
To take away the fear, to take all of my pain
It's your smile baby... That gets me through the day.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Posted By paulyhart @ 10:08 PM | Comments: 0 |
| Tuesday, September 13th, 2005
The Cow Path Revisited
One day through the wood, a cow walked home, as good cows often should.
He made a path, all bent askew. A crooked path as all cows do.
Since that time, four hundred years past, The cow, now dead created this path.
But still behind, he left his trail. And on that note, I'll hang my tale.
And so time fled, as time should do. They wandered the path. Those wandering few.
From dog and sheep, and traveles late, the path did grow and trail did make.
And many a man wandered out, and dodged and turned, and bent about.
They muttered dark curses full of wrath, because it was a crooked path!
The forest then, became a lane. Horse, buggy, and traveler made it plain.
The years passed on the swiftest of feet, and the lane then became a street.
A hundred thousand souls were led, by one poor cow, four centuries dead.
From path to trail to road to street, now bustling was this way with feet.
For a moral lesson does this teach, if i were ordained and called to preach.
Simple men repeat things already done. They only do what other men have done.
Taken from "The Cow Path"
Author Unknown
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Posted By paulyhart @ 10:07 PM | Comments: 0 |
| Tuesday, September 13th, 2005
Failure
You failed my tired spirit
You failed
Like a sad soul in heat you cry
You lied
Like a dripping faucet annoying
I tried
Like a maddened axe man throwing
I tried
Like blind conductors call
You suck
Every fiber in my soul it seems
You failed
You failed me
If I tried way too hard
Than it is not my fault
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Posted By paulyhart @ 10:05 PM | Comments: 0 |
| Tuesday, September 13th, 2005
Privilege
And as many as cast him down
He shall rise to face again
Though many cast him down
He takes on all mighty blows
For as many as cast him down
He will rise to come again
Save one who casts him down
and that one who lives inside
For when that one casts him down
He shall lay prostrate on the ground
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Posted By paulyhart @ 10:04 PM | Comments: 0 |
| Tuesday, September 13th, 2005
We Are Voices
We are voices
whispering, screaming.
Nameless voices,
crying out for love.
Listlessly, relentlessly,
dexterously climbing,
treading the surface,
wanting the outpour.
Breathe on us...
we cry at night.
Heal our land,
we face our fright.
We are the voices
whispering, dying,
treading the surface.
Breathe on us...
we cry, we cry.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Posted By paulyhart @ 10:04 PM | Comments: 0 |
| Tuesday, September 13th, 2005
The Other Day
He gave up and laid his head down on the keyboard.
For some reason or another the words just wouldn't come.
It was a huge block, and unlike others,
had lingered for more than a month.
Over and over he had tried to conjure something up...
but nothing was forthcoming.
He had become a dry well.
The fears of his fathers oil-drilling days now lived on in him.
However, this was no dryness of the earth.
This was the dryness of his very soul.
Waterless. Dusty. Parched and dry.
However...
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Posted By paulyhart @ 10:03 PM | Comments: 0 |
| Wednesday, September 7th, 2005
Day Faith
At the end of the day as I was walking home, I found a man lying on the ground who had been beaten. His shirt was torn, and his face was bloody and crying. He was pleading at me with big watery eyes, but I was running a little late for my favorite show. I came to my house, and it appeared that the neighbors cat had been sick earlier, and had left a lovely present for me on my doorstep. As I walked in and threw my keys on the counter, the phone rang. It was Denise. She had been in Detroit for the last couple of days on business, and had decided to give me a ring because she felt obligated. Her call was meaningless. I half-listened to her as she rampaged against the politics of major car corporations, and hung up the phone when I couldn't take it anymore. She immediately called back, but I just sat there watching the phone as it rang, trying to imagine her frustration on the other end of the line. Eventually she must have gotten tired with the whole ordeal, because the phone quit ringing.
I decided it was time to eat. Going to the freezer, I realized that I had bought nothing in the past month that even closely resembled sustenance. I ate anyway. Frozen biscuits usually taste better cooked... I didn't mind. I plopped into my chair, just in time to catch the credits of my show. Damn Denise. Damn her to Hell.
Oh well... I stood up and kicked the TV in. Another day. Deciding whether to sleep in my suit or pajamas took up the better part of the next hour, until I determined that my suit just didn't feel good anymore, so I stripped it off in the living room and pushed it into the corner. Ahhh, better.
I studied myself in the bathroom mirror. The same tired shoulders, the same haggard face, the same graying hair. Depressed once again, I staggering to the bedroom, I coughed up blood and flem into my hand, and wiped it on the wall before I collapsed onto the bed with the grace of a corpse. I lay there, and laid there. All my life seemed to be wrapped up in today.
I had gone to the doctor again today and he told me that my condition had not improved. As a matter of fact, it had grown worse. Much worse. If I sleep, I die. I haven't slept in fifteen years. I lay in bed and do not sleep. There are approximately twenty two thousand, three hundred and thirty seven dots on my ceiling. I finished counting them last night. I'm done counting my dots. I'm done counting on my luck.
Goodnight. I'm going to sleep.
Copyright 2003 by pauly hart
Posted By paulyhart @ 9:09 PM | Comments: 0 |
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