Stray Cat Blues / The Rolling Stones

Maria

How do you solve a problem like Maria?

How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?

How do you find a word that means Maria?

A flibbertijibbet! A will-o'-the wisp! A clown!



Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her

Many a thing she ought to understand

But how do you make her stay

And listen to all you say

How do you keep a wave upon the sand



Oh, how do you solve a problem like Maria?

How do you hold a moonbeam, a piece of the sky in your hand?

On Writing

Constipated mental frustration,
write write write
nothing comes and everything stays
why won't I bring it to light?
Some call it writers block,
I call it  consuming fear
it makes my mind stagnate
and push away all that is dear

© 2008 Molly Hauk. All Rights Reserved

I just wrote this to get the words flowing again.  I think a good old .99 composition notebook will be my medium. I like to watch the way my words look on paper, the feel of the pen in my hands, not the sensation caused by the separation of tangible thought from the strokes of a pen created by the keys that my fingers merely stumble over. If it were not for spell check you would never read this because my thoughts race to my fingers with a quickness and I am afraid to look back and correct it for I may lose the train of thought.

If songwriting is about entertaining folks, I ask myself what do I have to bring to the table here. I write in black and white, all or nothing. Either I give you my truth or copy some one else's thoughts in way of posting their lyrics based on the way I feel. I can not write about what I have not experienced.  Writing creatively again sounds so refreshing to me, but where do I start? Have I ever just told a story that was not a true life event for me? I hear so many song writers, folk singers out there singing about the life we live, the Americana that triggers the fond memory of riding in my father's 1958 Ford pick up truck through the country roads gone so long ago  due to the sprawl of over population and lack of understanding simplicity.

Oh, don't get me started on that, I gotta go sing now and then clean a room.

here have another song!

No Feelings

Sex Pistols

 

I've seen you in the mirror when the story began
And I fell in love with you, I love yer mortal sin
Yer brains are locked away but I love your company
I only ever leave you when you got no money
I got no emotions for anybody else
You better understand Im in love with my self
My beautiful self

A no feelings, a no feelings, a no feelings
For anybody else

Hello and goodbye in a run around sue
You follow me around like a pretty pot of glue
I kick you in the head you got nothing to say
Get out of the way cos I gotta get away
You never realise I take the piss out of you
You come up and see me and I'll beat you black and blue
Okay I'll send you away

I got no feelings a no feelings
No feelings for anybody else
Except for my self, my beautiful self, bitch

There aint no moonlight after midnight
I see you stupid people out looking for delight
Well Im so happy I'm feeling so fine
I'm watching all the rubbish you're wasting my time
I look around your house and there's nothing to steal
I kick you in the brains when you get down to kneel
And pray you pray to your god

No feelings a no feelings
No feelings for anybody else
Exept for my self
Your daddys gone away, be back another day
See his picture hanging on your wall

There and Here

Lurking in the back pages of my mind lies a voyeur
peering into my life with disconcerted effort, as if removed from the now
like it is not happening to me.
Images blur into the past with black ooze,
layers of charred skin fall like petals of a lotus,
and up from the ashes flies the prodigal phoenix
in white-blue light of vindication.
That lurking stranger is now a participant in her own life,
grabbing each waking hour with a cat like curiosity
no longer flying by the seat of some one else's pants to hit the ground running,
not ripping out seems that were not frayed my her.
Erupting from the suffocating word of can't,
she reaches for the why the hell not,
rebellious natured spirit freed by only doing,
not wishing on stars that have been dead for many light years,
catch a spark in her eye and that is the glimmer of the present.
The past  has unclenched its icy grip on her soul,
it no longer defines who she thought she was,
no longer on the path of what used to be,
she ran to stand still in her own flesh for so long
no more, she shed more than a few layers of the past.

it is done.
© 2008 Molly Atkinson Hauk. All Rights Reserved.

We Were Wolves,Full Moon and Bruised Knees.

There is NOTHING wrong with the entertainment here in the Beaumont area. PERIOD!!!

Now that that is off of my chest I must say that the night life has not treated me badly by any means. I went out four times last week. Saturday went to  RE Create to catch the The Fire Museum of Texas, The Exploding Boy Toys, Hello Chief and the fashion show, then on the after party at The Orleans Pub and Daiquiri Bayou

Monday I got out to see Plus One, Hello Chief and Ringo Death Star at the Victoria House. I loved the idea of sitting on the lawn in my chair and cooler listening to great music with good people.

Vitctoria house

Ah Thursday, Merchant Soiree At The Orleans pub. I got to see the famous photo booth provided by The KVN and check out Vargas Rockwell photography that Kevin is doing as well ! There were a ton of great wares and art to be seen and bought plus some local entertainment provided by Coal Train. The starving artists rum punch was so delicious that I had a double. Mhm...

For Saturday I went to cheer on my old team mates on Spindletop Rollergirls as they took on Las Tejanas where Spindletop was beat 100 to 164.

On to Tequila Rok & Blue Iguana Patio for The Nice Guys, The Ramblin Boys, Plus One, DJ Electrosuarus, AND The We Were Wolves . EP release party for Lost at Sea, which is so spanking good I can not play it enough. I never rocked so hard in a such a long time, it's not being in the pit until you get bruised knees, and scrapes. I will say I was glad that I brought my ear plugs, they bring it heavy and loud. We Were Wolves kicks off thier tour on Wednesday in Houston at the Mink for other tour dates check this link:

We Were Wolves tour dates

 

My knees!

 Alas I curse you insomnia for I am not a day walker at your ever loving mercy. Piss off. Today was the beginning of not waking up at 4 PM. This new shift that Mike is on has not helped my infrequent sleep patterns.You would think with all that action that I would be tired.

Guilty Pleasures

Murder By Death - Comin Home

I love this show and this song. So hauntingly sinister. Ain't nothing you can do about it.

It's All Going to Happen to You.

That's what I've heard, what is not said is that you need to be prepared for it.Yellow skies are not as easy to see as black rolling thunder clouds, but sometimes under that odd hue of hazy yellow lurks a funnel. Not that you are going to be hit by a tornado, except life is filled with a bevy of unexpected surprises, some good, some not so much. The question that you need to ask yourself is; do you have the tools handy for when it is time to pick up the pieces and get your life back on track? Packing it in early is never the best option unless you are moving on after failing or succeeding. That's cheating yourself out of the realization of your own accomplishments or shortcomings. No matter what, the part of any problem or solution in life is you. So you may want to think twice about a geographical relocation before you try to run away from yourself. Take my sage advice I am not using it. I just got tired of running.

I have ran across the united states a few times, only to stand still. I traded in my running shoes for skates for a hot second, now I just wear flip flops and take it easy. There may be some bike riding in my future.  I am still young enough to not know everything.