<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268161335706806640</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:15:25.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stream of Conciousness</title><subtitle type='html'>This will be my new spot to write down whatever the hell I think I have to say. Whether it be random or pertinant to anything at all, I can put it here and people can read if they beso inclined to do so.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jason-streamofconciousmess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268161335706806640/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jason-streamofconciousmess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04168752262474703943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVBmIgvx8Hw/SNhAUNqVDwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OdIMEY_qhh0/S220/100_0672.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268161335706806640.post-4337589055010489033</id><published>2008-09-30T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T01:01:05.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn</title><content type='html'>I'm walking through fields of the fallen alone in silence&lt;br /&gt;I'm praising their courage and envy their loss&lt;br /&gt;My steps leaves marks of another forsaken soul&lt;br /&gt;My choices might haunt me forever&lt;br /&gt;Until I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so much lost in anger&lt;br /&gt;Too much built-up fear and all these thoughts collididing&lt;br /&gt;Making my wounds seem fatal&lt;br /&gt;Pushing my head under water&lt;br /&gt;Making me tired and Torn&lt;br /&gt;If only things were different, only things were different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul and my inside's been couloured&lt;br /&gt;and there is no silence&lt;br /&gt;Not distant from courage I'm wearing the loss&lt;br /&gt;My eyes sees the dawn of another horizon&lt;br /&gt;My battle it rages forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so much lost in anger&lt;br /&gt;Too much built-up fear and all these thoughts collididing&lt;br /&gt;Making my wounds seem fatal&lt;br /&gt;Pushing my head under water&lt;br /&gt;Making me tired and Torn&lt;br /&gt;If only things were different,&lt;br /&gt;If only things were brought to me in a different shade&lt;br /&gt;Shown to me so that I could relate&lt;br /&gt;Lock all doors that would make me stray&lt;br /&gt;and offer me a brand new day.&lt;br /&gt;Never claimed to be someone I'm not&lt;br /&gt;and always feared to be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;So led astray that I lost all worth&lt;br /&gt;So Torn by wounds in a world of hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------As I have stated before, I love music that prety much oozes emotion from every musical note and lyric. Dark, yeah but something about it is just.....I don't know. hits home at times. This is probably my favorite song off the new album....though the track These Scars has I think the most beautiful part in it. Which is a female vocalists solo. That solo in the middle of a metal/hard rock song just makes me stop and just appreciate. The huge contrast in the music and how well if flows is something that I admire about Evergrey. A Swedish metal band with a string quartet and vocal chorus coupled with beautiful female vocals......just won't hear it on the radio here in the states.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268161335706806640-4337589055010489033?l=jason-streamofconciousmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jason-streamofconciousmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4337589055010489033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268161335706806640&amp;postID=4337589055010489033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268161335706806640/posts/default/4337589055010489033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268161335706806640/posts/default/4337589055010489033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jason-streamofconciousmess.blogspot.com/2008/09/torn.html' title='Torn'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04168752262474703943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVBmIgvx8Hw/SNhAUNqVDwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OdIMEY_qhh0/S220/100_0672.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268161335706806640.post-4552682539640652933</id><published>2008-09-25T00:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T00:21:57.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People Passing By</title><content type='html'>dunno why I can't sleep, but this song came on my random...and I think the lyrics are just pure gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="4"&gt;4. People Passing By&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[lyrics by: daniel gildenlow][music by: daniel gildenlow/daniel magdic][Part first: awakening]&lt;br /&gt;[Daybreak:]&lt;br /&gt;A September sun emerges through clouds, chasing across the sky. Thoughts are evoked behind detached eyes but people are just passing by:&lt;br /&gt;With smiles for protection. Unable to see behind the creature that he seems to be.&lt;br /&gt;Once he was a child with burning desires with hopes and dreams of what was to come.&lt;br /&gt;So he's lost some faith but still there are fires deep inside that he must drench to numb.&lt;br /&gt;If we could try to share some of his wounds just for a while. But we're all just people passing by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[daniel magdic]&lt;br /&gt;[Midday:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's searching through crowds for one that is gone. Rejecting the facts one more day. Talking too loud to silence the glow. Coldness becoming his way. Empathy can't reach through all that blame!&lt;br /&gt;Smiles now forgotten, locked in their frames!&lt;br /&gt;Now he's counting time in beggings and bottles fading away beneath old news.&lt;br /&gt;So he lost a war: "will I be dead very long?" He can still hear his voice through the coldness! If we could try to ease some of his pain just for a while. But we're all just people passing by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part second: memorials (instrumental)]&lt;br /&gt;[Part last: nightfall]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he was strong, and filled with visions. With life ahead he set his aims. Then things went wrong. Now his ambitions have turned to smiles conserved in frames. Still could be strong could be a prophet! He would teach truth to every man! He'd see the light through every shadow, but Entropia denies he can! He's sitting numb while dusk is falling. Alone he whispers his "goodnight" Turning away, when sleep is calling, from all the people passing by...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268161335706806640-4552682539640652933?l=jason-streamofconciousmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jason-streamofconciousmess.blogspot.com/feeds/4552682539640652933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268161335706806640&amp;postID=4552682539640652933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268161335706806640/posts/default/4552682539640652933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268161335706806640/posts/default/4552682539640652933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jason-streamofconciousmess.blogspot.com/2008/09/people-passing-by.html' title='People Passing By'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04168752262474703943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVBmIgvx8Hw/SNhAUNqVDwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OdIMEY_qhh0/S220/100_0672.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268161335706806640.post-2138866034544077664</id><published>2008-09-25T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T00:08:22.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Mean Nothing</title><content type='html'>An obvious statement, tis true. but it was pointed out to me by someone recently just how universal a truth it is.&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved this song which directly relates&lt;br /&gt;"My sanity has left me&lt;br /&gt;My trust died with you&lt;br /&gt;What is left are only pieces&lt;br /&gt;My tears fall for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna flyI'm gonna roll&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna thunder&lt;br /&gt;So I place the roses&lt;br /&gt;So gently on your grave&lt;br /&gt;And I still remember&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the flames&lt;br /&gt;And I know I have failedand my promises nothing worthI see it all so clear&lt;br /&gt;But my words mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna fly&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna roll&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna thunder&lt;br /&gt;My sanity has left me&lt;br /&gt;The trust I once had has died&lt;br /&gt;What is left are only pieces&lt;br /&gt;All my words been proven lies&lt;br /&gt;Been proven lies&lt;br /&gt;If I could I would&lt;br /&gt;Fly roll thunder&lt;br /&gt;All for just another chance to speak with you&lt;br /&gt;Show youBut my words...But my words mean...Nothing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly such a meaningful bit there, someone who realized too late they said more than they did. And the realization came all too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268161335706806640-2138866034544077664?l=jason-streamofconciousmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jason-streamofconciousmess.blogspot.com/feeds/2138866034544077664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268161335706806640&amp;postID=2138866034544077664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268161335706806640/posts/default/2138866034544077664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268161335706806640/posts/default/2138866034544077664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jason-streamofconciousmess.blogspot.com/2008/09/words-mean-nothing.html' title='Words Mean Nothing'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04168752262474703943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVBmIgvx8Hw/SNhAUNqVDwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OdIMEY_qhh0/S220/100_0672.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268161335706806640.post-8561074911310002824</id><published>2008-09-23T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T17:31:54.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old one I wrote</title><content type='html'>All things change never stay the same.&lt;br /&gt;If its true what is constant?&lt;br /&gt;If it changes and is never constant where does our hope lie?&lt;br /&gt;Some people change, some stay the same.We never change until presented with something that forces a change,never on our own.&lt;br /&gt;Is it the future we look to, and the past we remember?&lt;br /&gt;What about today?&lt;br /&gt;If looking to the future and watching our back is what we do will we ever enjoy the present?&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for Tomorrow to become yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;What about whats in betweeen the past and the future.&lt;br /&gt;If love is forever, how can it fade?&lt;br /&gt;If love is pure, how can we kill for it.&lt;br /&gt;If acceptance is what we want what must we pay.&lt;br /&gt;Individuality and conscience must be left at the door.&lt;br /&gt;When tomorrow becomes yesterday, we must change.for everything changes never stays the same,So change today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268161335706806640-8561074911310002824?l=jason-streamofconciousmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jason-streamofconciousmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8561074911310002824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268161335706806640&amp;postID=8561074911310002824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268161335706806640/posts/default/8561074911310002824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268161335706806640/posts/default/8561074911310002824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jason-streamofconciousmess.blogspot.com/2008/09/old-one-i-wrote.html' title='Old one I wrote'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04168752262474703943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVBmIgvx8Hw/SNhAUNqVDwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OdIMEY_qhh0/S220/100_0672.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268161335706806640.post-8904107598832139306</id><published>2008-09-23T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T17:00:00.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconsiderate Drivers</title><content type='html'>Well known fact here is, I have been bike riding all about town starting in Mayish.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have noticed is how awesome most bike riders are. As we pass there is a nod or a wave...some sort of kind greeting.... When I had a flat 3 seperate riders sopped and offered help even though I did not ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of this coin is the different view of many car utilizers. I have thus far almost been hit around 7 times by a car who is turning while I am already in the lane crossing... they slam their breaks, curse vulgarities and then honk while speeding off. Numerous times people speed up and cut me of as I am passing a a street entrance or things of the like. As well as numerous people who believe I am not passing fast enough in front of them and will honk right as I am in front while flipping me off...and talking on their cell phones.&lt;br /&gt;These are of course the worst case examples I have there are people who simply follow the pedestrian rules but then spped by after i pass, as though I have kept them from life inn the .5 seconds I was passing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten a pedometer to catalogue my distance and sppeds that I tavel daily. I am sure I will start posting them at the beginning of other posts, just as an FYI and to make me feel like a big man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268161335706806640-8904107598832139306?l=jason-streamofconciousmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jason-streamofconciousmess.blogspot.com/feeds/8904107598832139306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268161335706806640&amp;postID=8904107598832139306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268161335706806640/posts/default/8904107598832139306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268161335706806640/posts/default/8904107598832139306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jason-streamofconciousmess.blogspot.com/2008/09/inconsiderate-drivers.html' title='Inconsiderate Drivers'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04168752262474703943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVBmIgvx8Hw/SNhAUNqVDwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OdIMEY_qhh0/S220/100_0672.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268161335706806640.post-1590401303358012361</id><published>2008-09-22T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:50:41.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First post!</title><content type='html'>I guess this post can be used to introduce whats going to happen here as often as I feel like writing or posting up something I believe is worth while, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with some basics, I am Jason this is my blog. I am a nerd and I enjoy every bit of that. For example I love Sci-fi, computer games, Discovery channel, anything having to do with history...and researching anything that tickles my fancy just right.&lt;br /&gt;I am also a music addict and my life would be ever so empty without it. I enjoy a lot of different music because to me it makes sense to appreciate all moods that music can influence. Classical, Oldies, Classic Rock, Metal, Alternative, Numetal, Prog anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned prog because it is currently the music that I appreciate the most and seems to get the least recognition. Though I understand not many I know like it or dig the style. But the reason I love it is that it is not the everyday music one hears on american radios. I appreciate the different directions that it takes and what really tickles my fancy about it is the fact that much of it is conceptual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for this one methinks, but honestly I will be posting a lot to get caught up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268161335706806640-1590401303358012361?l=jason-streamofconciousmess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jason-streamofconciousmess.blogspot.com/feeds/1590401303358012361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1268161335706806640&amp;postID=1590401303358012361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268161335706806640/posts/default/1590401303358012361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1268161335706806640/posts/default/1590401303358012361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jason-streamofconciousmess.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-post.html' title='First post!'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04168752262474703943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kVBmIgvx8Hw/SNhAUNqVDwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OdIMEY_qhh0/S220/100_0672.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
