Give Em The Boot's blog: "Inner Thoughts"

This ont is called "The Dirty Glass" By Dropkick Murphys. Enjoy. Murphy, Murphy, darling dear I long for you now night and day Your pain was my pleasure, your sorrow my joy I feel now I've lost you to health and good cheer Darcy, when I met you I was five years too young A boy beyond his age, or so I'd tell someone Anyone who'd listen and a few who couldn't care Still I welcomed you with open arms, my love I did share [Chorus] Darcy, Darcy darling dear, You left me dying, crying there In whiskey, gin, and pints of beer I fell for you my darling dear You shut me off and you showed me the door But you always came crawling back begging me for more I showed you kindness, a stool, and a tab Then you poured me my pain in a dirty glass (Yeah, you left him bloody, battered, penniless, and poor) You know, I often stopped and wondered how you made it through my door With my brother's new non-duplicate registry ID Well you bit off more than you could chew the first day you met me. [Chorus] You weren't the first to court me mister you won't be the last Oh, I'm sure I wasn't honey, I know all about your past Listen to the big shot with his pager on call You spent most of those nights in my bathroom stall (Yeah, you got him high, but you left him low) Mind your own business, boy, how was I to know That he was just a fiend and a no-good cheat Well it's all in the past bitch 'cause now I've got it beat. [Chorus x4] My dear, my dear Darcy, Darcy my darling dear.

This one is by Yellowcard: How I go I could tell you the wildest of tales Of my friend the giant, and traveling sales Tell you all the times that I failed The year's all behind me, the stories exhaled And I'm Drying out, crying out This isn't how I go I could tell you of a man not so tall Who said life's a circus, and so we are small Tell you of a girl that I saw I'd frozen the moment, and she changed it all And I'm Drying out, crying out THis isn't how I go Hurry now, lay me down And let these waters flow Son I am not everything You thought that I would be But every story I have told is part of me You keep the air in my lungs Floating along as the melody comes And my heart beats like tymphany drums Keeping the time while the symphony strums And I'm drying out, crying out This isn't how I go Hurry now, lay me down And let these waters flow Son I am not everything you thought that I would be But every story I have told is part of me Son I leave you now but you'll have so much more to do And every story I have told is part of you

Again, this one is an original. Please feel free to comment, evn though it isn't all that great, please don't steal it...that would be fucked up. It's called: "Lost Friend( A Song for Brian)" Basically my buddy died of Cancer while I was out to sea. I got an e-mail from his family to let me know. If any of you could have met him, you would have loved him like family. Always laughing and smiling. The day he got the news about the whole cancer thing, he left the Hospital to keep living his life as if nothiing had happened. So, I wrote this one in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean on the way to the Straights of Gibralter. He and I went to grade school together and hung out until I shipped out for the Navy...I shipped out 3 months after he was diagnosed. Can you really remember, the words that I've said Over the years, again and again But now that's it's too late, and you we them off I want to start over, when our frienship was soft I feel like, I let you down You know I wasn't by your side I feel like, I shouldn't be here I should have been there when you died Now the world is without you, so empty and cold I'm sorry but I, fell away I am told I hope that you're happy, wherever you are And the Angels in heaven, from pain take you far I feel like, I let you down You know I wasn't by your side I feel like, I shouldn't be here I should have been there when you died Now I'll never forget, the times that we shared Over the years, while the young disappeared I swear that I'll think of, those special days When all was so perfect, before you went away.

Seriously, how pathetic am I really. I have nothing better to do other than sit around all night and surf the web! I have TV on for background noise purposes...what the hell am I doing. I am doing nothing, and that is my biggest problem.

I had a feeling that the military would make you wait on decisions regarding your professional life. I never knew that there would be so many factors to these decisions being made. I have a couple of offers on the table. Two of which are ideal, one of the two being more ideal than the other. The third, I am kind of indifferent on. But the third one includes a lot of "what if" questions. One one hand, a shore command is looking to keep me there working for them. Doing the job I am doing now while I am temporarily assigned...most ideal On another hand is a ship offering me to ride to South America and supervise their guys. To help train them to be more knowledgable of equipment and such...pretty ideal(I can save money, and see the southern atlantic)(I would leave in april to return in October, and then start my process to get out of the military.) The third is going to a different ship where I am just going to be a face in the crowd. Still able to save money, but going over to Europe and the places I have been a couple times before. I would leav in November and get back with a little over a month to complete my out processing(which takes time...trust me). Down side is that none of the above are able to take place if I make a decision. I have to wait until the last minute to be told what I am going to be doing. I am used to planning things out and being prepared for whatever situation the may be. I cannot leave my current ship until May of this year, unless THEY decide to let me go sooner. Now I am just sitting in limbo...either waiting for April, May, or November to come...I hope someone makes a decision soon, I am tired of waiting.

These are lyrics I wrote a little while ago. I decided to share them, but please don't steal them...not saying they are good or anything, but still. Anyway, It's about dreaming big. What I Want: I want to be on TV, or in a movie, Or maybe on the radio Be in the lime-light, Show up to Spot lights And have my name on the marquee Have fans in the millions, making billions Be full of popularity Date a hot girl, make her my whole world Strike everyone with jealousy I just want fame, I just want happiness, I just want a single friend, i just everything that I don't have. When I'm on TV, or in my movie Or singin my song on the radio See my face under hot lights, you'll watch me all night If you want to be my friend let me know Break up with my girl, lose my love world I'm lookin round for some place to go Losing everything, not invited to sing I'm fading out into the unknown I just want fame I just want happiness I just want a single friend I just want everything that I don't have Now that I'm not on TV, or in a movie I'm not singin my song on the radio Everything that strated, has now departed Nothing is the same as it was Again I'm alone, don't want to go home I'm now no longer all the buzz Now what can I do, I'm coming unglued I'm wasting my time just because I just wanted fame I just wanted happiness I just wanted a single friend I just wanted everything that I didn't have.

I am not really sure where I could start. I do know that no matter how I start, or end for that matter, I am not going to be able to fully express myself. I have always been bad at that sort of thing...but I am just going to go for it. I am kind of against Valentines day. I spent most of the day avoiding it. We watch TV in the office while we work...when something of that sort would come on, I walked out and had a cigarette. I am not really sure what it is with me lately. I was almost furious at the thought of celebrating a holiday that was made up by a greeting card company. I just don't see the point. I only got one valentine today, too. It was from a friend of mine that I used to go to high school with. Not to say that there is anything really wrong with me only getting the one...I guess this whole thing is just kind of a mixed bag for me to really process. Too many thoughts on one subject and not enough time to digest...maybe I should just go to sleep.

Though the nightmares they are seldom But when they are, they're fierce I can hear the bones when they shatter A sound that's sure to pierce The blood that covers my hands I know that it's from you This carnage is never ending But it's something I must do I tried my hardest to forget The suffering I tried to take away But despite my very best efforts Those memories are here to stay I hope that someday you could Forgive the way that I did fail Maybe find a way to move on Our story an untold tale Until that great day does come When we both can move along I hope you know I'm sorry That your life could not go on. I am so sorry I failed, S.A.B....R.I.P. bro, I miss you and I wish I could have done something to save you. Fuck I am a mess over this. Know that you will always be in my heart, and my mind, brother. Please forgive me.

False information fed to Pennsylvania news station causes commotion: Easton, PA Local FOX Channel 10 received a report from an unknown source. The report was of a new birth to the Howard Family of Palmer Township, PA One of the FOX 10 reporters called the family on 7 February 2007 and asked to speak with a Sergeant Adam Howard. Apprently Sgt Howard was now the proud father of a bouncing baby girl. Unbeknownst to the reporter, the servicemember living at the other end of the phone call was not enlisted in either the Army or the Marines, but was enlisted in the Navy. The Navy does not have a Sergeant rank in its rank structure. In closing, The Second Class Petty Officer(equivalent to a Sergeant) is PISSED THE FUCK OFF! If there is a legitimate Sgt Howard who is now a father, congrats...punch your parents for having the same name as me and for causing me grief from my family. They now want to know who I am sleeping with. HArd to get a chick pregnant when I am living in FUCKING FLORIDA....God damn media! For the record...no, I am not a father...if questions arise, give me the damn needle to draw blood for the paternity test.