This is an idea that I have for a song.

Sometimes I go to bed but am not at all sleepy, which gives me the opportunity to think in complete silence(perfect for song writing). The only problem with this scenario is that,being in bed, I cannot play or sing so every thing has to be done mentally.
The only solution that I have found to be reliable is to #1,bite my pillow and sing as inconspicuously as possible through my teeth, & #2, wright the lyrics down on the notepad of my cellphone(I L-O-V-E that incredibly useful device).

But now I will disclose to you my idea from a nights work(my jaw was a little sore).

A Day Well Slept

chorus

sleep through the day, miss what it means
the message is lost, when your in your dreams
watch what you say, say what you mean
open your eyes your eyes, He will help you to see

See if you can figure out what the rest of the song is about.

This is the extravagant responce to my...uh thing

My dear primogeniture and most cherished blessing of conjugal ties.

Methinks it meet to salute thee for thy sagacious and admirably articulated oratory, which prudence compels me to concede that such commendable, such colloquial utterances, I estimate, have never before been vocalized in the delivery of a cell phone greeting. Nay, in no wise has any such linguistic declaration ever charmed my senses more, or caused me to muse so intently upon the laudable qualities of one so dear to my soul. Bravo, and fitly spoken my son!

I trust that my affections to engage in eloquent discourse with thee are reciprocated with fondness, and sincerity. Therefore, I beseech thee my beloved son, upon thine earliest convenience, and without undue stress or difficulty to thyself of course, to call upon thine aged, yet noble sire, that I may divulge the purpose of my summons, and expound to thee that which weighs upon my thoughts and earnestly inclines me to seek thy humble and cultivated sentiments. Until circumstances are amenable and time shall precipitate our cherished conversation that we may speak our minds freely to one another, I remain, thy affection father, Alexander Stevens Goldman, the third possessor of that name.

Godspeed my son.

my(wanna be) Shakespearean answering machine

well aware am I of the good intent of your call
however I must needs miss this opportunity for conversation, with which you where set on having
nay, 'twas not meant to be, that we should engage in most prodigious, most lovely of all pass-times
was not meet with the plan our heavenly father inscribed on His holy tablet before the beginning of the world.
But I tell you truly, as Alexander Stevens Goldman, fourth possessor of that name In blessed godly lineage, that do you leave name, number and any other information constructive to the purpos of thine call, I shall do my best to return it and make quarry as to your intentions.
But until then... Fair thee well!

"beep!...If you would like to page this person, press 5 now, at the tone(in the comment section) please record your message.

-aLEX

Poem(slow 'em)

Autumn leaves
from the trees
fly through the air
like honey bees

then on the ground
making nary a sound
till along comes a shoe
that grinds and pounds

into a pile all the leaves go
and set aflame go up in smoke
and on her car the old woman finds
fresh soot that in cold air still winds

not a single speck
escapes the wondrous sight
of the lord God above
bringer of autumn delight

-aLeX

Here are the poems I've written:

Blogging
Blogging is a thing that as often as I can I try to carry through
to get exposure, to unleash my feelings and all of this upon you
but when the computer is off and the laptop shut,I begin my life anew
for every day is like a post which must pass the Lords review
-by me

The caterpillar

From the complacent clouds neath a blanket of light
From the night sky above, from the stars ever bright,
Comes a call, a longing, nay irrevocable plea,
To the one who lies hidden in an old cedar tree,
For the caterpillar doth keep his place

And thus he slumbers never stirring
Monotonous days and nights enduring
Always from his original shape detouring
Till on beautiful wings the sky he may greet
With his cares to the wind he is longing to meet
And the flowers that bloom with nectar so sweet
Yet the caterpillar doth keep his place

And now he can feel it! his resurrection is near
to leave his small dungeon to join sky's that are clear
to the greet the world beyond, once again to appear...
and ah... he has begun to break free from his shell
to unlock the door to his previous cell

and away he flies to the suns bright rays
for metamorphosis is over and a butterfly he stays

Akin to the beautification of so unattractive a creature
Gods hand has shaped my grotesque and sinful nature
not have I one thing in my self worthy of the glory men
accept the alien righteousness which by the holy spirit Christ did send

And now that I am out of ideas it is time to say "The End".

-Written by Alex

Contemplation of an infant

Oh the trials of life, that I daily face
and the strain of a world with a fast moving pace
and how my feet and hands have grown in size
I know that before to long from the floor I will rise

be kind to me while I am small
for soon I will be both strong and tall
then in the field's I will romp and play
but for now I must sit here and contemplate the day

The end!

The Grace of God

Forsooth the trails in every day
Which in our lives do continually stay.
The fear of death the frets of of life,
The anger of man unleashed in strife.

We find morbid pleasure in criticizing,
The ones we love antagonizing.
We live for tomorrow forgetting today
To our money for provision we pray.

All fear the end though most ignore
And in our hearts this perplexity we store
For the knowledge of sin is given to all
We fear what might happen after the sod doth fall.

We may be helpless but there is a way,
To avoid the judgment sure to come on that day.
It was for this purpose God sent His chosen Son,
Our mediator our redeemer is God's only Son.

In gratitude of this I give all glory to Him,
To small a payment for so great a sin.

A redneck holiday

Twas the night before Christmas
in my double wide house

Not a soul was stirring
'cus I'd just shot the last mouse

There wern't no salcks ta hang on the wall
a'cus no one wey knew wared socks...not even maw

Then out in the yard came such a noise and claimar
(like the time the law cum and took uncle Roy to the slammer)

then maw told me"get ye on out there Sammy,
or I tell you ill thump you and redden your fanny"

well get'n up at 12 A.M! wan't a'tall fun
but I pocked a hole in the vis queen and pointed my gun

Then what with my bloodshot eyes did I see
but a fly'n ford full'a dawgs a'cumin at me

Then I blinked triply or forpley and again did check
"THE LEGENDS TRUE EVERYBODY, ITS THE CHRISTMAS RED NECK!"

He came cum screech'n to a halt on 'flat squirrel avenue'
and our stove pipe got much bigg'r when ol' Santey cum thoo

ummmmm...... Ill write the rest of it later

A random thought, and scale variations

Hello, this Alex speaking. I wish only wish to show you a brief thought which has plagued me for the past day.
Yesterday I was viewing the definition of the word "A", little was I aware that the definition took over twelve paragraphs.

Aside from this, I have been learning "Cannon In D" (Bach) with my cousin David. I have a different version so we are having to do a bit of patching and reorganizing so that we can play together.
In addition to sight reading I have been working a lot on improvisation. I recently bought "Dan Tyminski's" solo album, and am currently working on bringing the fiddle break on the song "knock knock" under my rule. Other great albums I now posses are the "Infamous String Dusters" new record, and Sierra Hull's new solo album "secrets".
Here are some of the exercises I do on fiddle:
Key of C/c,d,e,c,d,e,f,d,e,f,g,e,f,g,a,f,g,a,b,g,a,b,c,-
(Numerical pattern) 1,2,3,1,2,3,4,2,3,4,5,3,4,5,6,4,5,6,7,5,6,7,8.
(this can be carried on to the next 6 available octaves, and can be duplicated in any key) Something else you can do is mix two different scale variations. For example try ascending with a pentatonic scale and descending with a major scale.
Example/(ascending) g,a,b,d,e,g,a,b,d,e,g(descending)g,f#,e,d,c,b,a,g,f#,e,d,c,b,a,g. This is a convenient two octave scale variation which goes from open G string to the second finger on the E string. This is great for warm ups because it is difficult,diverse, and quickly acquaints you with all possible notes in the spectrum.
If you play fiddle,guitar,mandolin,or Cello, please try these and tell me what you think. And if you are a professional who knows something better for guitar or fiddle(Which I am currently learning) I beg you to comment and tell me it in detail. I would love to learn something new so please do not be shy.

Bad hair-day

You know it, we have all had them... Bad hair days have claimed thousands of victims. Here are just an unfortunate few.

Lose curls, rogue ringlets, and uncompromising waves have victimized many if not all.
Its enough to make you sick!

I have no hair!!! WHYYYYYY!?!! Wear a hat, save us all from indegestion.