tommy hawkins music: well, i'm back.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

well, i'm back.

so, friends... i decided that it was time to get back into blogging. i'd taken a rather nice long vacation... and in retrospect i think it was the worst time to stop blogging - i mean, i move out of canada, fall out of contact with a lot of my friends and am trying to keep myself popular with todays young and hip ones, and so i walked away - leaving you all in absolute confusion as to where i might of gone. well, i'm not going to get into that now, all you need to know is that i'm here, i'm back, and i'm ready to rock.

the stats you need to know:

i live in brooklyn - south williamsburg to be exact for the williamsburg snobs, but williamsburg to the rest of the world.

my grammar is still bad, and you should not look for capital letters or a shortage of elipses on this page.

i sing songs and play guitar - you can hear some of it here www.myspace.com/tomtasticenterprizes

i recently tested myself and have an iq of 174. its amazing i haven't figured out grammar yet with a score like that.

4 comments:

moonFebruary 22, 2009 at 12:27 PM
HAHAHAHAHAHAH are you friggin' kidding me, Tommy?
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millinerdFebruary 22, 2009 at 3:58 PM
Erm, don't you think your time would be better spent shaving your molestache?
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DaleFebruary 23, 2009 at 4:46 AM
I shall watch...with great wonder.
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tommy hawkinsMarch 1, 2009 at 7:36 PM
matt, its not a molestache, its photoshop. i lifted it right from an old photo of howard hughes.
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conflicts and interests

dinners and diners, lunch with a spy
its a good way to build a lover up
behind closed doors down on mulberry st
i think this best be kept between us

i'm somewhere i shouldn't be
when falling isn't up to me
conflicts and interests
i'm comin' down hard and its you i'm comin down with

hey rachel gonna make me wait for seven years?
i know a savior sits between us
jesus was a jew, lover so are you
and you both loved me regardless!

i'm somewhere i shouldn't be
when falling isn't up to me
conflicts and interests
i'm comin' down hard and its you i'm comin down with

when they left me, they left me free to find you
you took all i'd had from them, then point me to the east
i look only to the sunrise
left the sisters in the sunset, forever behind me

i'm somewhere i shouldn't be
when falling isn't up to me
conflicts and interests
i'm comin' down hard and its you i'm comin down with

would you mind

Would you mind if I wrote a song for you

bout' a man singin to his muse, and I ‘d say

if you want to take your time, i'll turn this cab around

you have made me patient at last

it may be that you've hidden time in the grip of my hand

and held me in a limbo i can't understand

Caught between where I am and what I've been

Unsure of which is me

vocation has no worth unless it costs all you have

i could not ask you to follow me down here

its too dark, but how i've longed for you

would you mind being my muse?

Enough about me seeing as you won't call

Guess I'll write the story before we begin

Oversights and a few months pass

When you realize I won't change

Find ourselves locked in a tug of war

You've got my heart and I'm holdin on to yours

Winning you turn away call only enough to keep me down

And I'll write on this for years

vocation has no worth unless it costs all you have

i could not ask you to follow me down here

its too dark, but how i've longed for you

would you mind being my muse?

norah

Curious, curious spent a long time on this one

And I hope you feel unique

I ain’t ever look, like I look at you

No no, no no, norah, no

Oh oh oh oh, its beyond me to imagine better than you, norah

Oh oh oh oh, it ain’t a problem so if you don’t mind when I go will you come with me?

A thousand words in modern art might take a million works

But a photo only captures you behind the lense

Even the great works could not nearly describe you

No no, no no, norah, no

Oh oh oh oh, its beyond me to imagine better than you, norah

Oh oh oh oh, it ain’t a problem so if you don’t mind when I go will you come with me?

I’ve learned not to dive too quick

Not to presume more than I know

Did I catch myself to keep myself from falling?

No no, no no, norah, no

Oh oh oh oh, its beyond me to imagine better than you, norah

Oh oh oh oh, it ain’t a problem so if you don’t mind when I go will you come with me?

goodman

piano bar in a writers round
guitar on my lap and my eyes drawn down
can't look at you when you're singing to me
coming from a stranger it hits me, Lord
singing the blues over watchtower chords
is this the man i'd come to be

maybe its time i made that change

coz' i'm a good man
waiting on the goodness to come round again
voice of a stranger is calling me out on the other end
all along i'd been waiting for you
in a room full of angels with none worth talking to

finally things are feeling right
when a voice comes along shedding light
on a love thats been outgrown
its your voice
that transparent soul
saying something bout a time for letting go

maybe its time i made that change

coz i'm a goodman...

a mirror mentions something where it all begins
I am gonna make amends
its gonna start with me

one screw driver

One screw driver, one pair of pliers found a volkswagon on the street
I've had enough, enough of this town, enough of this town for me

Na na na na, you won't ever catch me - running away

I'm goin' off alone, white covered roadways, two tracks & no rider
Some gotta couple screws loose but i'm a one screw driver

Na na...

Roller coasters, a post emotional joyride emoter shivers
Never seen it this low, never seen it this cold. I'm not with her

Na na na na, never thought you'd be - running away

Despite the cold, despite the eskimo visiting new york city
He can't stand the cold, not enough, no, i'm not quitting
Caution, caution to the snow blown wind, to the cold, to your running
Love, the victim of persistence - you're still stunning

Na na na na, you won't ever catch me running away

psyche's paradise

Let me die in your arms tonight Vanish ‘neath the covers unto your light I’ve lived enough to lose it all In feeble foolery – my splendor dissolved What is to love but emptiness If I won my love my words succumb to nothingness I cannot beg for love from the one who agreed I have cast my lot, been tossed at sea With the love of a thousand oceans And the heartache of a millions angels I have found psyche’s paradise Do not weep for me tonight Do not cry I’m truly alive In the grace of Christ I finally thrive Empty words while the masses weep But I know of that grace which you cannot speak Home at last and I’ve got friends in the gentry Ain’t it worse for those yet to gain entry While the first fall behind and the last take the lead At last I am settled while you’re stuck in reality With the love of a thousand oceans And the heartache of a millions angels I have found Psyche’s Paradise Do not weep for me tonight

left for you

Six months and my muse returns To a lovely, ambient smile Many miles have separated us We’ve been separated by many miles I can still close my eyes And watch your elegance fall to the floor Through the door your scent wafts in Your cent wafts in through the door Just thought I’d let you know Your seats been left for you Oh, welcome home Three times you’ve foiled romance Sweet Stalin-like holder of a solitary key Its just jewelry when my hearts in your hand My heart’s in your hand and I’m just jewelry But I’d have it no other way Weet solitary holder of a heart wept after Your laughter soaks cheeks on your return Your return soaks mine with hopeless laughter Just thought I’d let you know Your seats been left for you Oh, welcome home

for kristin

There are many about tonight And the light is not on you As you slip between characters and disappear My gaze is eclipsed My focus been robbed My eyes are on you dear The face that will not break Haunting countenance That knows no mistake I am stolen… By a beauty and grace we only see In the films of Hepburn we’re not supposed to be in Is it but a stage that brings this light Or have I met Kristin tonight? A moment driving tonight I come to the lights as you turn With a still demeanor a heart is smitten Words uttered at will In tongues unknown For many to hear but one to listen All of a sudden, existence admits That time has stopped While my heart has skipped I am stolen By a beauty and grace we only see In the films of Hepburn we’re not supposed to be in Is it but a stage that brings this light Or have I met Kristin tonight?