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[03 Apr 2006|01:19pm]
Cody Ray, oh Cody fucking Ray... Call me.

Eric I have your knife.

Today I'm doing laundry (5 loads!), cleaning my car, cleaning my room, cleaning my bathroom, and restringing my guitar.

Fucking D string.

That's about it. I miss all my LJ friends. Love you all.

Cowboy Joe Bob Smokey Truck... out.
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Last Laugh on the Trinity River [15 Mar 2006|09:55am]
[ mood | drunk ]

I sit and watch the moon, fall beneath the towers.
I could see downtown, if it weren't for the fog.
I'm here alone, at this un-Godly hour,
'Cause I've nothing else to do, since you've been gone.

I'd hang the moon, if I had the power.
If I had the power, baby, then, I'd still have you.
If I still had you, this time I'd buy you flowers,
But I spent my flower money, on a new .22

Took my .22, down to the river.
The River Trinity, she never run so blue.
Blue is the color, of my feelings.
Feelings that I can't bare, to take anymore.

In a three-piece suit, I stepped into the water.
The water's colder now, than I recall.
I recall when you said to me, our love would last forever.
Forever's just a lie, darling, I thought you'd never tell.

Pistol in my hand, hammer cocked and ready.
I'm ready to end it all, there ain't no other way.
Way back inside of my mind, I can hear you laughing.
Your laughing used to bring me joy, but I'll laugh last today.
I'll laugh last today.

With a bang and a splash, I let the current take me.
Take me to the place that, I'm singing from today.
Today I wonder, if you ever truely loved me.
True love's what gave me life, and true love took my life away.

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She's Taken [26 Dec 2005|12:02am]
[ mood | cheater-ific ]

I'm kinda scared to cross that line
That I've been walking on.
'Cause I know her man's still there,
But she says their love is gone.
I don't guess it's anybody's fault
I came in so late in the game.
But man I dig her, and the way she's smiling,
I'm thinking she's feeling the same.

Might not make me much of a man,
For helping a girl step out.
But her fingers in my hair and nibblin' on my ear
Sure helps to ease my doubt.
Drinkin' and dancin' and late night romancin',
And stealing kisses behind closed doors,
I'd be lyin' if I said I was tryin'
To keep this a secret anymore.

She taken, and I'm thinkin',
About what might have been.
She's making my heart race and,
That ain't all my friend.
I get weak in the knees every time she's around.
I wanna shout it out, but I can't make a sound.
I sure hope he knows what he's wastin'... she's taken.

I'm gettin' sick and tired of all these people
Tellin' us what to do.
I guarantee, if you were me,
You wouldn't last a mile in my shoes.
I knocked it 'til I tried it,
Now I can't deny that sometimes I shake with fear,
Well baby take my hand, this ain't no one-night stand,
We'll see where it goes from here.

She taken, and I'm thinkin',
About what might have been.
She's making my heart race and,
That ain't all my friend.
I get weak in the knees every time she's around.
I wanna shout it out, but I can't make a sound.
I sure hope he knows what he's wastin'... she's taken.

She tell's me not to worry and to leave it up to her.
My friends are raggin' on me cuz this one they've never heard.
I'm not the kind of man to mess with others' lives,
I just don't think you realize...

She taken, and I'm thinkin',
About what might have been.
She's making my heart race and,
That ain't all my friend.
I get weak in the knees every time she's around.
I wanna shout it out, but I can't make a sound.
I sure hope he knows what he's wastin'... she's taken.

I get weak in the knees every time she's around.
I wanna shout it out, but I can't make a sound.
I sure hope he knows what he's wastin'... she's taken.

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[08 Nov 2005|07:18pm]
Oh. And I dyed (died?) my hair.
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[08 Nov 2005|07:17pm]
I've decided that I'm on the market.

469.348.5251
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[26 Sep 2005|06:58pm]
I have a phone again. Just no internet at the moment.

I DON"T HAVE YOUR NUMBER, cuz I lost everything.

So please, call me. 469-348-5251

Love you and miss you,

Christopher Michael Calvin Brock.
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[24 Aug 2005|01:34am]
[ mood | hopeful ]

I APPLIEDCollapse )

We'll see.

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www.collegehumor.com [24 Aug 2005|12:34am]
******
Oh man, I know so many of these people...
...and I'm prolly half of 'em.
******


Who’s Who of the Drinking Scene


Random drunk running guy- Where are you going? And why are you running?

Crying girl on cell phone- Yes, Sweetheart, when you are hammered is a great time to deal with your relationship problems.

High Five guy- Just happy to be hammered. Everyone needs a high five!

Drunken chanters- SHUT UP!

Fight anyone guy- Can't you find something better to do when you get trashed? .....like having a good time? How about trying to get laid? Better start a fight over something important like collars or haircuts.

Stumbling high heel girl- You can barely walk in them when you are sober, why would you think that shots of cheap booze would help your cause?

Antisocial obliterated “I’m just here for the booze” guy- This character doesn’t care at all about socializing and leaves as soon as the keg is kicked. What an inspiration.

Herd of Freshmen- You like to travel in groups to the nearest frat house to wait in line for Natural Ice or Milwaukee's Best, while being talked down to.

Straight to Gay in 2 beers guy- It's cool, man, just come out of the closet. Your friends are here to support you.

Hypothermia girl- The wind chill is five below zero, but you are still wearing a mini-skirt and your tatas are hanging out.

Philosophical slurring drunk- You have the answer to everything and especially enjoy getting into lighthearted discussions about subjects such as politics, religion, and abortion.

Drama/ Freak out girl- Wait… everyone's having a great time? Better divert all the attention to your petty problem.

Too much too quick guy- You tried to show off early in the night with successive shots or double beer bongs, now you are passed out on the couch with a fake moustache and penis drawn on your face.

Group of girls in bathroom- Are you helping each other wipe or comparing hoohahs?

“We Cool?” guy - Can usually be found right behind "fight anyone guy." You like to pretend you’re trying to diffuse the situation, while promptly escalating fight if "We Not Cool."

Grinding, reach around, dancer guy- If you're not a freshman getting drunk at frats for the first time, they are most likely just a sleazebag.

Keg Power trip guy- You are the "commander of the keg." You arm yourself with the keg hose and get off by controlling who gets beer.

“Wanna take shots in my room?” guy- Classy

Bodybuilder/ light beer drinker - You drink a case of cheap light beer, then work out for 3 hours next day to "get rid of all the toxins."

The drinking dictator- You like to make all the rules. You spout out gems like, “Drink more, faster!” and “No! A two doesn’t clear!”

“Let’s go drink more at my place and watch a movie” guy- Works every time.

Get a room couple- Do you think an apartment couch is a cheap, pay by the hour motel room?

Daredevil- You enjoy blacking out, jumping over things and risking your life whenever possible.

Keg groupies- You stand in a group of three or four, never more than an arm's length away from "the precious."

Random old guy- Are you an alumni? Someone's dad? Trying to get 18-year-old ass?

“I can’t believe he is still puking” guy- You can usually be found in the bathroom, but less classy specimen may be found at the nearest sink or garbage can.

Pee on stuff guy- Peeing in bushes is one thing, but Christ, the Xbox?! Really?!

Break shit guy- You are hammered, so the material world will pay the price!

Raspy voice yelling girl- Seriously, SHUT THE FUCK UP!

"Where's the motherfucking pussy?" Guy- Every place you go had better be packed with hot chicks or, by God, will you be bitching…not that you’re going to get ass anyway, but whatever.
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like y'all didn't know [15 Aug 2005|06:14pm]
Take the quiz: "Your true image in the member of the opposite sex's eyes."

Pimp
You are a Pimp!! You get your share and not very may people know about it. You are good looking and you really know how to talk. You dont like relationships because all they do is cause drama and hold you back from being the biggest pimp you can be!!! Your an inspiration to all of us. Pimp on my friend....Pimp on.....
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[12 Aug 2005|10:25pm]
[ mood | amused ]

Image Hosted by www.Desearch.net

How I Spent My EveningCollapse )

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[12 Aug 2005|03:13am]
I'm pretty damn sure I have one of the coolest profiles there is.


In the world.

Will Tommy Nix be my saving grace tomorrow? We shall see.

Good night. For now. For ever?
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I just found my album title. [11 Aug 2005|02:45am]
Jesus Christ, my heart stopped when I found this line:

"Life is sex and self pity."


Anyhow, Uncle Hashbrown's Sex and Self-Pity will be in a CD player near you soon.

jennay2
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carouselwithin, dingdingdavid, justagirl03, brave_new_me, ryanz -- TAG assholes! [11 Aug 2005|02:34am]
List five songs that you are currently 'digging.' It doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they're not any good. But they must be songs you're really enjoying right now. Post these instructions in your LJ along with your five songs. Then tag five others to see what they're listening to.

In no particular order:
1. Crazy Eddie's Last Hurrah - Reckless Kelly
2. Poetry - Pat Fucking Green
3. Hard Man to Love - Kevin Fowler
4. I'll Try Anything Twice - Kevin Fowler
5. Prisoner in my Own Room - Uncle Hashbrown and The Baked Potatoes
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[09 Aug 2005|10:05pm]
XXXXXXXXXX: you are so stinkin cute. i miss you dude
bytheradio: i'm tired of being cute. cute ain't cowboy.
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[09 Aug 2005|12:45am]
I've decided that I am the world's biggest hypocrite.
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[05 Aug 2005|08:40am]
So damn sexy!





...and the dude holding the guitar ain't half bad neither.
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wicked twisted road [04 Aug 2005|01:36am]
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G---0--0-0---0-----0---0--0-0---0---0---|
D-------2-------0h2--------0---0---0----|
A----------3----------------------------|
E-0------------------3--------3---2-----|


e----0----------------------------------|
B-------------0--------3----------------|
G---0--0-0---0--------0--0-0---0---0----|
D-------2-------0h2-------0---0---0-----|
A----------3----------------------------|
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The sun's coming up and I'm coming in... [03 Aug 2005|04:01am]


We weren't moanin' the blues last night...Collapse )
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[01 Aug 2005|04:27pm]
[ mood | discontent ]

I just lost my premium livejournal membership. Guess it's been a year or six months or whatever.

I'm gonna clean my room now. And then head to Mom and Dad's for dinner.

...and then, probably without a doubt, Pat's.

Ah, good ol' Pat's Pub. I love it there.

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[30 Jul 2005|04:21am]
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SHANNYN [30 Jul 2005|04:13am]
http://www.northtexasstatefair.com/2005/entertainers/entertainers.htm
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Hashbrown and the Baked Potatoes [18 Jul 2005|10:32pm]
Sloppy blues amped up with electricity...





...country meets industrial. You guys have no idea what you're in for.




Stay tuned.




picture stolen from C`ir(3) E~el Not!wen, farmer's tan and all.
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Prisoner in my Own Room [10 Jul 2005|03:23am]
bytheradio: what's up guy
dingdingdavid: not much, and you?
bytheradio: beer, guitar, girls, and work
bytheradio: same shit
dingdingdavid: hahahahaha
dingdingdavid: good answer
dingdingdavid: however, i wish i could add in the guitar and girls
bytheradio: well -- i suppose i shoulda said girl problems
bytheradio: i mean, dammit, i'm 21 fucking years old and i still ain't figured them out
dingdingdavid: fuck man, i have them somewhat figured out
dingdingdavid: but, you just have to realize that the different sexes are completely different and thats ok
dingdingdavid: although i tend to hate women
bytheradio: i get annoyed too easy
dingdingdavid: in general
dingdingdavid: god that sounds bad, but it is true
dingdingdavid: they're just so fucking mean
bytheradio: yeah but i hear you
bytheradio: haha fuck yeah they are
bytheradio: dirty mean
dingdingdavid: HAHAHA
dingdingdavid: isn't that the truth
dingdingdavid: based on our society, they can fucking get away with anything, although they are cause to most of it
dingdingdavid: fucking bitches
dingdingdavid: however, i couldn't live without them
dingdingdavid: so that leaves me as a hypocrite
dingdingdavid: welll
bytheradio: no, me neither, who would i have sex with?
dingdingdavid: so be it
dingdingdavid: hah
bytheradio: yeah i'll take the hypocrite stamp on that one too
bytheradio: who cares.
dingdingdavid: hahahahaha
dingdingdavid: your the man, chris
bytheradio: guess that's what god made beer
bytheradio: and guitar
dingdingdavid: hahahahahahahahahahsahahahahhahahahahahaha
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ATTN DREW WALL [09 Jul 2005|10:43pm]
Mr. Wall:

I want to cover your song -- forgive me for not knowing the name -- about Dad. Best I can remeber is the words "You weren't there when I needed you the most".

So...

Hook me up with lyrics and chords and you'll never have to pay for a beer again.



Love,

Chris Brock.
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Album Cut #5 [29 May 2005|12:21am]
Prisoner in my Own Room

Another night on my own,
Getting drunk all alone.
Nothing better to do,
Than sit and think about you.
I’ll drink you off of my mind, if it’s the last thing I do.
I know it ain’t right, but this bottle’s all I got to pull me through.
While you’re out fooling around, I’m locked down,
A prisoner in my own room.

Guess I have to let you go,
Baby, why’d you hurt me so?
You waited to leave,
‘Til my heart was on my sleeve.
Can you tell me what’s he got that I don’t have?
I didn’t think we were doing all that bad.
Thought this would never end, but here I am,
A prisoner in my own room.

Thank God for guitar, and 12-packs of beer.
They’re the only friends I’ve got left, since you disappeared.
Don’t know if you’re coming back, we’ll have to wait and see.
All I know is this guitar, ain’t never betrayed me.

Light up another smoke,
Hope it’s all just a joke.
Flick the ashes in the tray,
Don’t know why you couldn’t stay.
Don’t wanna talk to my friends, cuz you know they wouldn’t understand.
Wasn’t lying when I said I’d always be your man.
Guess this is over now, stick me back in my cell,
I’m a prisoner in my own room.

Thank God for guitar, and 12-packs of beer.
They’re the only friends I’ve got left, since you disappeared.
Don’t know if you’re coming back, we’ll have to wait and see.
All I know is this guitar, ain’t never betrayed me, like you did.

You locked me up and threw away the key,
And now I’m sitting here down on my knees.
Your love’s the key I need to set me free.
Baby come back now and set me free…

Thank God for guitar, and 12-packs of beer.
They’re the only friends I’ve got left, since you disappeared.
Don’t know if you’re coming back, we’ll have to wait and see.
All I know is this guitar, ain’t never betrayed me.
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Album cuts [17 May 2005|04:07am]
[ mood | determined ]

Left My Windows Down

It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
This storm cloud’s following me all over town.
I’m getting sick and tired of you bringing me down.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.

It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
The wind blowing by makes an eerie sound.
All I wanna do is stay inside and frown.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.

It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
I’m tired of working with a bunch of clowns.
Somebody come save me before I drown.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.

It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
Couldn’t hear the movie, ‘cause it wasn’t in surround.
Just lock me in a cell all tied up and bound.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.

It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
Think I’m gonna take me a trip to the pound.
Just might buy me a big blood hound.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.

It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
Went to get my wallet from the lost and found.
Some hippie stole my money, ‘cause he’s on the rebound.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.

It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
Ranger’s lost the game on the pitcher’s mound.
Didn’t help they couldn’t hit the ball that’s round.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.

It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
My baby wants me to buy her wedding gown.
But it couldn’t be white, it would have to be brown.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.

It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.
Princess wants to add another jewel to her crown.
I’mma rip it off her head and stomp that shit in the ground.
It’s raining outside, I left my windows down.

Damn, my butt’s gonna get all wet…

****************************************

It Don't Feel Right (If it Ain't All Wrong)

Well it don’t feel right if it ain’t all wrong
Sometimes it feels like I can’t go on
Never on time, always a buck or two short
I’m all messed up and I’m here to report
That it don’t feel right if it ain’t all wrong
Sometimes I think all my sense is gone
I’m picking fights for no reason and it’s got me believin’
That it might be time to get along

Well I never can seem to get to work on time
Late twice this week already, once more and I’m fired
Paycheck’s gone even before it hits my wallet
All that I own barely fills up my pockets
And it don’t feel right if it ain’t all wrong
All I care about is my guitar and my songs
Priorities outta synch sure puts me on the brink
Of getting’ up and movin’ on

Well it don’t feel right if ain’t all wrong
Stop and ask myself what’s going on
I don’t understand why I was dealt this hand
All I wanna do is grow up to be a man
And it don’t feel right if it ain’t all wrong
Just put me on a stage and let me sing my song
One of these days I’m gonna get away
Get a grip and try to move on

I know it’s messed up, but what can I say
Things don’t seem right when they’re all squared away.

Maybe I’ll learn from the mistakes I’ve made
But for now all I know is this dull, aching pain.

And it don’t feel right.
No it don’t feel right.
Well it don’t feel right.
No it don’t feel right.
And it don’t feel right.
No it don’t feel right.
Well it don’t feel right.
No it don’t feel right if it ain’t all wrong.

****************************************

Hey, Mike!

I live with this guy, he's got a funny voice.
He's a yankee like no other, man, and if I had the choice,
I'da raised him down in Texas, and not in Springfield, Mass.,
And taught him how to talk without that stick stuck up his ass.

Hey, Mike! Say "Hotdog."
"Weiner."
Hey, Mike! Say "Funnel Cake."
"Fried dough."
Hey, Mike! Say "Coke."
"It's called soda!"
I swear this guy talks like an alcoholic Yoda.

Now my blood is red, but that yankee's is blue.
He puts on his sneakers and I tie my tennis shoes,
To flag down the ice cream man, you know it can be hard,
With this fool runnin' out the house screamin', "Stop the ding-dong cart!"

Hey, Mike! Say "Pasta."
"Noodles."
Hey, Mike! Say "Y'all."
"You's guys."
Hey, Mike! Say "Yonder."
"O'er der!"
You know this guy's goofy, look at how he cuts his hair.

The moral of this story is sad, but it's true,
You gotta stop them yankee's from talking to you.
They come from the North, raise hell in the South.
Next time he talks, I think I'll punch him in the mouth.

Go home, go home.
Go home, you damn yankee, go home.

I said go home, go home.
Go home, you damn yankee, go home.

****************************************

Arlington

Sunday afternoon, nothing better to do, I decided to take a little drive.
I took Randoll Mill down to West Green Oaks, pack of smokes and a Dr. Pepper by my side.
Soon I found myself at the old apartments, where my mama raised me by herself.
They sure look a little bit smaller now than they did when I was just a kid, in Arlington.

It was Arlington where mom worked two jobs, just trying to make the ends meet.
I never did have any $90 shoes, but me and Danny always had stuff under the tree.
I was just boy then so I don’t know, if I ever really told her thanks.
Well mom I’m saying it now, the best way I know how, with a song about you raising me, in Arlington.

It was Arlington, where my brother was born.
It was Arlington, where Grandpa died.
No, Arlington ain’t never done me wrong,
Hope I do it justice with this simple little song.
Hope I do it justice with this simple little song.

Next thing I know, I’m on Arkansas, at my Grandma’s old restaurant.
You can’t tell now what a great place this was, ‘cause now it’s just another rundown pub.
Carmello’s was where I got my first job, bussing tables for minimum wage.
Now it’s gone, but my memory’s not, and thing’s will never be the same, in Arlington.

Headed down California Lane, pulled in the front of my first school.
They’ve added a wing and the parking lot grew, this ain’t the Short Elem. I once knew.
There’s a new playground, and the gravel’s been paved, there ain’t no one there to pick on me.
Then a storm started brewing, so I got back to rolling down the streets and old memories, of Arlington.

It was Arlington, where my brother was born.
It was Arlington, where Grandpa died.
No, Arlington ain’t never done me wrong,
Hope I do it justice with this simple little song.
Hope I do it justice with this simple little song.

On Chantilly Lane lived a browned haired girl, I met way back when I was six.
Stopped in to visit, but they said she left, and they don’t know if she’s ever coming back.
I asked them to tell her that I said hi, just in case she ever returned.
Now I wonder if she remembers me at all or what little time we shared, in Arlington.

Now I only lived there for a little while, we were gone by the time I hit 12.
10 years later and I still don’t know, why things work out the way they do.
Mom met this man, and she took his hand, and they moved us to another city.
Though my friends are gone, I guess life moves on, and I’ll always have my memories, of Arlington.

It was Arlington, where my brother was born.
It was Arlington, where Grandpa died.
No, Arlington ain’t never done me wrong,
Hope I did it justice with this simple little song.
Hope I did it justice with this simple little song.

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[16 May 2005|12:11am]
drunk and lonely and i miss my friends in TC



and oak point.




do y'all ever even think of me?!



45 datys til album release.



i'm drunk,
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Last to tomorrow [08 Apr 2005|04:20pm]
[ mood | complacent ]

LAST night, I had the best sex of my life.

TO night, is Dierks Bently. At least there'll be beer...

TOMORROW night afternoon are my first two baseball games of the season. Can't hardly wait.

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Band Logos [29 Mar 2005|08:26pm]
[ mood | creative ]

So... I made logos for my 2 lil "bands".

First, foremost, and my fave, (and soon to be our guitar picks!!) Dirty Jesus Blues:





And then, my... side project?.... Pimp Gun:







And there you have it. Hope y'all are doing well.

Be good and stay drunk!

ROCK OUT WITH YOUR COCK OUT!!!

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...and the Best Bachelor Meal of the Month Award goes to... [13 Mar 2005|08:30pm]
[ mood | content ]

Hashbrown, with this prized creation:

A 3/4 empty can of bean dip, filled to the top with Fritos, mashed into a pulp with a plastic fork, and washed down with a coupla Miller Lites.



Life is good.

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[27 Feb 2005|07:27pm]
[ mood | drunk ]

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[27 Feb 2005|03:34am]
[ mood | cranky ]

3 o'clock came too damn early today.

I had a productive weekend though. Did some stuff around the house, got the oil changed in my car, went shopping, got uniforms dry cleaned, talked to some folks I ain't talked to in over a year, talked to some new folks...

And learned some new stuff on the guitar. Mostly none other than some of Mr. Kevin Fowler's songs. I finally nailed the opening riff to If These Old Walls Could Talk. I learned all of I'll Try Anything Twice, which is one of my new favorite songs to play. I also learned two lil country-fried licks that are just really cool to play -- one is the opening to Jason Boland's Pearl Snaps, and the other is based on the guitar solo in kF's Not Drinkin' Anymore, but I fooled with it a little and changed it up slightly.

I had 2 weird dreams. One, I couldn't find any black socks to wear to work, and it was horrible. The other was I was at this stage show and Conan O'brien was the host -- I don't remember exactly what happened, but he had this lil kid get on stage and the kid said "TSA are jerks!" and it killed. I was laughing, too, and then the alarm clock went off.....

And I got up and went out and smoked and got my uniforms and made coffee and wrote this and got dressed and went to work.

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[25 Feb 2005|12:13am]
[ mood | awake ]

I do believe I am quite possibly the world's best sexiest screener.







This is a bucket. Through out the day, they pile up at the end of the x-ray tunnel, so we stack them up and carry them back to the front. Usually a stack contains anywhere from 3-10 buckets. I like to pick up stacks of 10, and drop them in front of hot girls. They LOVE that. So do my teammates.








This is me doing my impression of the Berlin Wall.













Robin and Aquaman. Y'all ain't ready.

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Fort Worth ain't swallowed me yet [16 Feb 2005|07:48pm]
after much headaches....

cable...

internet...

flippin...

rocks.

(new house update soon.)
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So long, TC [10 Feb 2005|11:34pm]
[ mood | anxious ]

Last post from The Colony. Moving out tomorrow. Next post should be circa Tuesday, when cable/internet gets installed.

See y'all then.






Or never see you again. Who knows.

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[03 Feb 2005|09:27pm]
[ mood | enthralled ]

I really, really enjoy the feeling that alcohol gives me.

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Does Fort Worth ever cross your mind? [02 Feb 2005|09:09pm]
[ mood | annoyed and drunkish ]

Been moving into the new house all week. Lil bit every day. Gonna move my bed and dresser on Saturday. Bought an entertainment center today. It rocks. Mike and Eric helped me carry it. Thanks. Now I gotta buy a new TV this wknd...............

NO ONE ELSE LIKES IT, but I like my bathroom. Screw all of you, then. Hard.

Took an ass load of pictures today. I'mma post them tomorrow prolly. Maybe. Who knows.

Anywas, my favorite one (and new icon....)







Fort Worth, Texas. I'm excited to call it home. (Fuck the Euless ZIP)


That's all for tonight. I have to get up in <5 hours and I'm drunk and exhausted.


Good night, y'all. Love ya's all.




(I need to get laid. Soon.)

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[29 Jan 2005|03:48pm]
[ mood | relieved ]

Well fuck me running:

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Singer jailed with cocaine
By Associated Press
Country singer Cory Morrow was charged with drug possession and driving while intoxicated after Austin police said they found cocaine in a car he was driving.
Morrow, an Austin resident and favorite with the Texas college crowd, was stopped early Saturday morning after he didn't signal a turn, according to a police affidavit.
The officer reported that Morrow's breath smelled of alcohol and his eyes were bloodshot. Morrow was arrested after failing a field sobriety test, and a plastic bag in the car contained one-third of a gram of cocaine, the affidavit said.
Morrow, 32, was charged with possession of a controlled substance, a felony with a maximum penalty of two years in state jail. He also was charged with driving while intoxicated, a misdemeanor that carries a jail term of up to 180 days.
He was released from jail on $4,000 bail.
Tour manager Dave Lytle didn't immediately return a message left Thursday by The Associated Press.
Morrow, a Houston native, has released six albums, including "Songs We Wish We'd Written," a collaboration with friend Pat Green.

From http://www.dailynews.com/Stories/0,1413,200%257E20954%257E2665317,00.html

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And from www.CMT.com:

Cory Morrow, a popular musician among Texas college students, is free on $4,000 bond after being arrested on drug possession and drunk driving charges Saturday (Jan. 15) in Austin, Texas. Morrow was pulled over at 2:20 a.m. for not signaling a turn, and he later failed a sobriety test. About a third of a gram of cocaine was found in a plastic bag in his car.

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I first learned of this in a bar in Oklahoma -- and they said it was Pat Green! I just didn't know what to think. So I get home and do some research and I came up with the facts. While I really like Cory Morrow... he's no Pat.

The moral of this story, folks? No, not anything to with blow --- NEVER GET YOUR TEXAS COUNTRY NEWS INFO FROM OKLAHOMITES!!!

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[28 Jan 2005|07:46am]
[ mood | shrinkage ]

...and that's REAL, bro. Keep your head up.



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NOW, it's a two-day old burrito
On a luke-warm beer to go.
On the Friday side of a 3 day road trip,
Lordy I was feeling so slow.
Somebody flipped on the juke box,
And I heard ol' Bob Wills say:
"Won'tcha stay all night? Stay a lil longer?"
So I held on another ddddaaaaaayyyyyyyyyy......................

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yup, three. 3. [27 Jan 2005|01:06pm]
[ mood | hungover-n-just-showered-fresh ]

okieupdate


One word to describe last night: rough.

Who drops THREE beers?


Had a blast though. Saying hey to Justin was awesome. And I saw Kim. And meet some other cool folk.

That's it for now.

I'm out like a fish out of water.

In soonerville usa. I'm not even in Norman and everything reeks of sooner. bah.

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[26 Jan 2005|01:02am]
Dear Eric,

I called a couple of times tonight (I'm sure you know...) but you didn't answer. And then I saw the reason why. So I quit! :) I went to the liquor store today and made a new friend. And I got completely tootsie dallied all by my self.

I'm driving myself to Oklahomo. Don't worry about waking up early or dropping me off or whatnot.

I have 3 new songs. At least 2 of them FUCKING ROCK. We must harmonize when I get back....

Love,

Chris
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[26 Jan 2005|12:59am]
Dear Tuna,

Dad, you'd be so proud of me! Details later, but let's just say it wasn't another "dirty uniform" or "winkin' behind the shades" situation. Tell the bossmanlady I'm sick or I've died or something.

Love,

Chris
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[26 Jan 2005|12:57am]
Dear Shannyn,

I thought I saw you today, at Barnes & Noble. Teaching Aide section. In a Pat Green shirt. But I was too scared to talk to you. And running down "up" escalators is prolly frowned upon in nose-in-the-air-and-stick-up-my-ass Frisco.

Love,

Chris
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kF [26 Jan 2005|12:52am]
[ mood | awaaaake ]

Now, I’ve crossed that old state line
More than a time or two
If you see me leavin’ you’d best be believin’
I’ll be back before the week gets through
If I stay gone too long no tellin’ what I’ll do
I might hijack a plane, I might jump a freight train
To get back home, it’s true.


...Now, I don’t mind going to Oklahoma, ain’t never met an Okie that I didn’t like.

(everybody, now...)

'cuz I’m a hell-bent, 100% Texan ‘till I die.

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Oklahoma for three days, y'all. See ya on Friday.








THIS SHOULD BE FUN. Call and check up on me.

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Dirty Jesus Blues' First Single!!!!!!! [21 Jan 2005|10:20pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

Reflections

By carouselwithin for
Dirty Jesus Blues


Adapted and Composed by _hashbrown



D D/G
When we were young and dumb,
Dsus2 D
We’d try to be anyone.
D D/G
Lost in reality,
Dsus2 D
Our dreams may be unheard,
A5 D
Forgotten or replaced.


D D/G Dsus2 D
Each day, I take a look at my reflection,
D Dsus2
But this mirror can’t reveal my soul.
D D/G Dsus2 D
Is there someone really here with me,
A5 D
As I feel this way?


D D/G
When we were young; so dumb,
Dsus2 D
Careless in our ways,
D D/G
Lost in our own little fantasies.
Dsus2
This book is never-ending,
D A5 D
And I don’t want to put it down.



D D/G Dsus2 D
Tonight I lay cloaked in this darkness,
D Dsus2 D
Lost as the shadows blink in, fade out.
D D/G D
Watched it vanish before my very eyes,
D A5 D
Can’t help but wonder why I’m even still alive.


[Instrumental]


D D/G
When we were young and fun,
Dsus2 D
Sometimes we’d act real dumb.
D D/G
But it’s a fucking tragedy,
Dsus2 D
Never to be taken seriously.


D D/G Dsus2 D
Positive thoughts surround our lives.
Dsus2 D
With hope, we grow stronger every day.
D D/G Dsus2 D
Shielding us from this chaos and greed,
D A5 D
We won’t fall victim to this deadly disease.


[Instrumental]


D A5 D
No, we don’t fall victim to this deadly disease.

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btw... [21 Jan 2005|11:40am]
[ mood | dirty ]

*moving to euless -- 3 wks

*no work for 9 days

*oklahoma for a few days, in a week

*ERIC -- yes you, mr. carouselwithin -- I took your "when we were young and dumb" writing and put to my D-chord song. I flipped and ommited a few words here and there to make it fit. and it rocks. very sexy.


*ryan is lost. or just hates my g.w.b. votin' ass.

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Band Names [21 Jan 2005|11:04am]
[ mood | busy ]

Ok -- not that it really matters -- but some folks at work decided they didn't like Dirty Jesus Blues for our band name. So they came up with a list of other, supposedly "good" names. So I'mma throw it out to LJ land and see what happens. Do me a favor. Pick 6 of your favorites from this list and we'll go from there. Thank you.


Cotton Ponies
Stinkfinger
Rotten Holes
Pimp Gun
Mike's Bamboo Bathroom
Wand Sniffer
Window Licker
The 4 Skinners
Full Body Pat Down
Gone Fisting
Purple Hippo
Nut Rag
Harry Poles
Wreckdum
The Bump Nasties
Female Assist
P-Hole
Lickety Splits
Bad Breath Bill & The Stinky Deans
Hooten Nanny
Poondiddle
Infected Discharge
Dirty Jesus Blues






I'm out like a Selectee trying to catch a flight in the Satelite terminal.

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Hoe-Lee Shit!!!!! [18 Jan 2005|03:48pm]
[ mood | ecstatic!!!! ]

If the Tsunami brought joy and happiness to just ONE PERSON in this world, it was me.

Not the Tsunami itself... but:

PAT GREEN ON MY 21st BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!

and two other bad assess.


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NOKIA Theatre at Grand Prairie



PAT GREEN, JACK INGRAM, AND JERRY JEFF WALKER are joining together in a special acoustic concert on Sunday January 23 at NOKIA Theatre at Grand Prairie to raise money for the Tsunami victims.

Doors open at 6:30pm and the show starts at 7:30pm with the three Texas troubadours on stage together.

The idea began with a conversation between Green and Ingram last week and their desire to do something to contribute to the relief. They made a quick call to friend and mentor Jerry Jeff Walker and he immediately agreed to participate.

“President Bush called on all Americans to do anything they could to help”, explained Green, the three-time Grammy nominee. “He even asked former Presidents Bush and Clinton to help rally our country. This is humanitarian aid. This is the best of our country supporting people during an incredibly challenging time.”

Jack Ingram added, “Sometimes you feel powerless and the only way to address that is to empower yourself. This is a human tragedy on a scale I never even thought was possible. So we are coming together to play music and ask our fans to come out and support this effort.”

AEG–Live is promoting the concert and the proceeds will be donated to various charities listed on www.usafreedomcorps.gov that are helping the Tsunami victims. Tickets are $50 for Golden Circle seats and $30 for all other seats. Only 2,000 tickets will be sold and Ticketmaster has agreed to donate the ticketing fees to the relief effort as well. The donation will be given on behalf of Texas musicians.

Tickets go on sale Monday, Jan. 17, at 10am at all Ticketmaster outlets, on line at www.ticketmaster.com or charge by phone at 214-373-8000.

For more information contact: Holly Gleason at Joe's Garage 615/269-3238 or email at garagepr@aol.com.


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Fucking A!






Two Three words:




YEE FUCKING HAW
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[09 Jan 2005|12:44am]
[ mood | calm ]

diRty jESuS bLuES














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[23 Dec 2004|02:09am]
[ mood | rebel-icious ]

Tuesday, January 25, 2005, I'M GETTING A TATTOO.

If y'all will drive.

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