So, as you can see by the counter on my page, I've had less than 200 views to this blog. I've had it for a while, but I never could figure out how to reach people. I'm a Myspace blogger, and they don't make it easy to reach out and touch someone around here.
On the other hand, Rupert Murdoch has PLENTY of money, and I don't want to give him ONE red penny via traffic from my blogs with the way that Myspace treats its blogging community. From the omnipresent Spyware they're uploading to the average Joe's computer, to their refusal to allow us to use adsense and possibly make a dime or two ourselves, to their squashing of competitors via censoring any links, etc. Fuck Myspace!
But it is easier to meet people there. That much is certain. So, if I promise you that I'm just a two bit hack at this writing bit, could somebody please tell me how to reach out a little bit? Where are the people? How do we find eachother?
Monday, July 7, 2008
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Street Drummer
B C# B C# C#
You snap your fingers
B C# C# B C#
And you tap your feet
B C# B C# C#
Pretend you're shopping
B C# C# B C#
But you're digging the beat
B C# B C# C#
You're jumping Kiosks
B C# C# B C#
But you listen for more
B C# B C# C#
Don't spend your dollars
B C# C# B C#
in that "made in China" store
B B B B B A A F# F#
Just put the money in the buc-ket!
( Rhythm Guitar just repeats through entire song. Scale for solos is B Japanese Ichikosucho.
)
So chic. You freaks
In the "Sharper Image," store
You walked by
And heard noise, and no more
You're fooling no one
'Lest your opinions are poor
Just put the money in the buc-ket!
You laugh at buckets
And you look for the snare
Have nice equipment
But no beats come out of there
Your insecurities are evident here
Just put the money in the buc-ket
Hey you
In your 3 piece suit
You give your dollar
Cuz he sure is a hoot
He thinks he's got a dream
But that means no loot
You missed the point
And your demeanor is moot
Just put the money in the buc-ket
(That's all I got so far. Stream-of-thought there.)
Copyright 2008. All rights reserved to the assumed pseudonym of M.P. Mayne, as proof may verify.
You snap your fingers
B C# C# B C#
And you tap your feet
B C# B C# C#
Pretend you're shopping
B C# C# B C#
But you're digging the beat
B C# B C# C#
You're jumping Kiosks
B C# C# B C#
But you listen for more
B C# B C# C#
Don't spend your dollars
B C# C# B C#
in that "made in China" store
B B B B B A A F# F#
Just put the money in the buc-ket!
( Rhythm Guitar just repeats through entire song. Scale for solos is B Japanese Ichikosucho.
)
So chic. You freaks
In the "Sharper Image," store
You walked by
And heard noise, and no more
You're fooling no one
'Lest your opinions are poor
Just put the money in the buc-ket!
You laugh at buckets
And you look for the snare
Have nice equipment
But no beats come out of there
Your insecurities are evident here
Just put the money in the buc-ket
Hey you
In your 3 piece suit
You give your dollar
Cuz he sure is a hoot
He thinks he's got a dream
But that means no loot
You missed the point
And your demeanor is moot
Just put the money in the buc-ket
(That's all I got so far. Stream-of-thought there.)
Copyright 2008. All rights reserved to the assumed pseudonym of M.P. Mayne, as proof may verify.
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