The AlchemistxxOf Song and Pen's blog: "my strange life or something"

Keep your eyes wide open-

look up and look down-

Are your feet on the ground?

cause you're gonna need to stand somewhere-

Know the Earth and the land

like the palm of your hand-

didn't quite go as you planned

but you're gonna have to stand somewhere-

What I touch turns to gold,

but I can't always carry it with me-

can't believe you're laughing at me-

just look at my future-

but you'll do yourself much better-

in a world of triple headers

if you put your hip boots on

cause you're gonna have to stand somewhere- yeah

got to stand somewhere, got to stand somewhere

Cause I've never seen you or me floating on thin air-

Got to find yourself, as I have to find myself-

and we work like dogs til sundown

'til we're too tired to stand anywhere-

Keep your eyes wide open-

look up and look down-

Are your feet on the ground?

cause you're gonna need to stand somewhere-

Copyright is the same as the date posted on this site.

Random X is an occasionally used science to predict the future. X times random = random x ; history repeats itself that way. Some gambling addicts use similar equations to predict state lottery numbers, but it only increases the odds to an extent.

The science is maddening. I know from personal experience. You can drive yourself crazy trying to get ahead of time, or you can live in the here and now. At this point in my life, I feel more like an observer of society, than an actual part of society. I'm starting to become known as the hermit in the middle of town, and it's probably not a good thing.

Don't misunderstand. I still do what most people do. I go to work, the store, and laundrymat, etc. I stay home and write and record music, work on animations for a series of music videos that normally takes a team of animators to get done in a reasonable time frame. AND I socialize here in fubarland, YIM, FaceBook, etc.

I'm only doing things differently to keep my history from repeating itself. I can't change the random, but I can always change the "x". And I can never let the "x" be zero. You know what happens when multiply zero with anything.

So, what do I do? I team up with some slightly less than reliable former bandmembers for a reunion of sorts. AND enter in the local battle of the bands. But, do you know what else? If they stand me up and the judges will allow, I will do the show myself. I don't seem to know who the hell I am, anymore. So, now I will display myself to the public, and let them figure it out.

By deciding to do this, I not only have the "x"; I created the random this time. Do I expect to tip the whole universe out of balance? No, but this time I can expect a real change.

Yours truly,

J. Patrick Morgan

The Alchemist

Yes, this is about the recent recording embedded on my profile. Talk about sexual overtones.  

It wasn't really attend when I wrote the lyrics on paper. I had the thoughts of being alone on the ocean, and never landing. Honestly! I swear! Because I chose to put the lyrics to a raggae jam, it seemed fitting for the pause to end up there. The musicians that I was jamming with at the time would have paid far less attention to the song, if it didn't have the words, "Just blow me" repeated often.

Now, that I am a solo recording artist. I can actually extend it into a nice dance mix.

Gotta go...Bye.

Alright. So, I bachelorized myself out of an 18 year relationship. I couldn't take another minute of it and the other party really had the wool pulled over my eyes, so I was the fool. However, I'm the fool no longer.

Call me crazy, but shouldn't I feel better, now? In many ways, I do. Thing is, I'm suppose to be changing direction, or getting back on the right path. Yet, I sit here with no direction, waiting on destiny to beam me up and put me in the right place in time.

I can see now, that's never gonna work for me. Blind initiative is the best stress reliever. I'm picking up these pieces, and I'm finishing what I started. For a wise band once said, "I know the pieces fit, cause I watched them tumble down."

I have several songs finished for a new CD, and animated music videos in the works. I thought that I needed a band, and a small team of animators, but with a little patience I can do it all my damn self!

Wish me luck! I'll need it!

I have wrote some fiction before, and this is not. No one can fully explain the turn their lives takes, and would never make such a claim. I do not claim to be psychic. Photo-hypersensative is the word for it. What I see both in the real world and in dreams shows a slight hint into the future, both the changable and the unchangable. It doesn't help me or anyone else all that much unless we figure out the difference between the two. It's not easy.

At age 5, I had a dream that I was living on a farm. All the farm animals were going crazy. The room started spinning around, and in the center of the room was the smallest of three roosters contolling the speed of the spinning room. I could tell this even at that age because once that rooster left the room, the spinning stopped.

Three years later when my mother got remarried, I did move to a farm. Life was crazy there for more reasons than one. The real insanity that the dream was talking about did not stop until the youngest of my stepbrothers left home to join the marines.

This was the very first dream that I had that I was able to fully relate to the future. I was molested repeatedly by this person until he left home, but the crazyness really didn't stop there, just that part of the crazyness.

I can tell the world about dreams and incidents like this without worrying about being judged, because I am only being myself and no longer feel that I have to fit in with anyone.

There will be more of my strange life to come in short pieces like this one. C ya!