This post is about my musical inspiration (my “Who’s Your Daddy” list). There will be more to posts come like this, and I eventually plan to compile a list, but for now I’ll start out with individual posts. In this post I have to send some love to Carlos Santana. I got this “Who’s Your Daddy” list idea from him in his autobiography. He said in blues music everyone has a “Who’s Your Daddy” list; it’s your list of artists that inspire you and consequently contribute to the development of your own style. I’m not sure that I like every Santana...
A buck fifty in the washing machine, 6 quarters get the water running. 2 loads in a single dose, I guess that's bachelor style Of washing something. 36 minutes 'til I cut them over, It's the same cost to start the dryer. 90 minutes 'til the great escape, One sock never leaves the dryer. By: Kurtis Lunz
If we jeopardize;
Then, we’re subject to fear.
Their possessions adhere.
Each moment’s new,
Starting from nothing;
What can we lose
If nothing is here?
By: Kurtis Lunz
The wolf sits Under the moon Just a Howling the tune And He's singing the hue Of your midnight blues. No es la canción del sol, But it's the song of the soul And it's sung when it's waning, And it's sung when it's whole. Well, I said, Woaahhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhh You know the moon has a Compassionate glow. Yeah, lady's up all night, Nature's rheostat light, And she always shines perfect, To heal your mood, Set it right. Well, I said, Wooaahhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhh Because the moon has a Compassionate glow. ...That's all I know now. By: Kurtis Lunz
Oh, I saw her one time. The thought had crossed my mind. But she looked so beautiful, I was thinking to myself she must be taken; So, I just nodded at her to say hello. Well, I don't think she noticed me, But I don't know. Oh! She's an apparition, And I'm just a wishing For one more look at her, For one more encounter, And I'd tell her how I feel, That I think she's ideal, She's what I'm missing. Why'd I let her dissapear like an apparition. Oh, well I went checked my mail; Then, she said "Hi". I said "hi, how you doing?" She said, "Fine thanks for asking" 'Twas the end of conversation, Then she go. Oh, why'd I let her dissapear? Oh, I don't know. Oh! She's an apparition, And I'm just a wishing For one more look at her, For one more encounter, And I'd tell her how I feel, That I think she's ideal, She's what I'm missing. Why'd I let her dissapear like an apparition. By: Kurtis Lunz
Once an artist, I remember painting the field With the ball's movements. Sometimes the movement Delivers the message. Sometimes lack of movement Is the message. The opponent, Acts as the audience, Chasing the hologram you project With full conviction; Quickly realizing, It is a vision that's gone missing. The canvas quickly resets Like an Etch A Sketch, And each time requires a present vision. Who is the audience? Shall I carry? Shall I conceal? Shall I send, Or shall I reveal? It was a beautiful art scene on this field, Where every artist paints With their heart as the brush. Nobody paints with fear Worrying how their picture will be seen. They just dance, Placing their full love Into every touch. By: Kurtis Lunz
Reaching and Chasing For what was never there, A mirage, an illusion, Comprised of thin air. The more you proceed, The more it recedes, And your attempt to create Continually dissipates. Yet, all that you want, And more, is right inside You just have to open the door, Wide, And watch it fly. The natural light is far more brilliant And effervescent Than the one for which you reach ...When life gives you lemons... -Kurtis Lunz
I'm obsessed to manifest Some dreams Trapped in my head. I tried to ignore them, But the fire only spread. Now it's burning in my eyes; My eyes, Are glowing red. My fingers are feening To get strung out once again, Run up and down the nylons, Telling stories with no pen. Pain is swelling in my joints; Love trapped in withdrawal Searching for the note To dissolve it all. I need to open the flood gates, And let the love spread. I burn, I bleed, With stale love, and it's poison! Let me revive my vibe By sharing my love voicing. By: Kurtis Lunz