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Blog #1 October 10th 2008 (11:36pm)

Hey citizens of this great website,

First off, I would like to thank all of you for taking the time too look at my profile, as it makes me happy to see people interested in what I do and who I am.

Secondly, I would like those who read this to note that I am not gonna be doing notes about everything and also that most of my notes will be song lyrics. The reasoning behind this is that, I dont like writing long blogs unless it is absolutely important, plus for me, my music is very much intertwined to everything about me. The song lyrics that I post tell how I feel at the time of posting, it is up to you as the reader to find its meaning on your own. I do this because if you want to know about me, Im not gonna tell you everything, I like to have people think about whats going on and make their own opinion, instead of a biased one.

This leads me to my final part of this blog.... the song I chose:

Wheat Kings by The Tragically Hip

Sundown in the Paris of the prairies
Wheat kings have all their treasures buried
And all you hear are the rusty breezes
Pushing around the weather vane Jesus

In his Zippo lighter, he sees the killer's face
Maybe it's someone standing in a killer's place
Twenty years for nothing, well that's nothing new,
besides, No one's interested in something you didn't do
Wheat kings and pretty things,
let's just see what the morning brings.

There's a dream he dreams where the high school is dead and stark
It's a museum and we're all locked up in it after dark
Where the walls are lined all yellow, grey and sinister
Hung with pictures of our parents' prime ministers
Wheat Kings and pretty things,
wait and see what tomorrow brings.

Late-breaking story on the CBC,
A nation whispers, "we always knew that he'd go free"
They add, "you can't be fond of living in the past,
cause if you are then there's no way that you're gonna last".
Wheat Kings and pretty things
let's just see what tomorrow brings
Wheat kings and pretty things,
that's what tomorrow brings.