If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will
If it be your will
That a voice be true
From this broken hill
I will sing to you
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing
-Leonard Cohen.
the music. this city and its heroes.
the plastic paintings on my foreign walls.
the songs I've been listening to
until they felt like home.
"We're all trying" said the stranger.
I'll make it better. I'll make it right.
I'll make it.
Hey y'all.
What's up? Me i'm just about to start painting again and in the most harsh way. I submitted my porte-folio to the prestigious Concordia University and they accepted me there. So, i might be posting sick canvases soon enough. It's a bummer that i'm so much into music right now but i think the meditative side of painting will do me and my music good.
also:
- I'll be a guitar teacher starting next week.
-my girl is no longer my girl. (she did it)
-www.ructions.net (my band, hate-mail us!)
-8th journal entry and still about no comments at all! yay!
-I spent the whole summer taking care of children in a camp
-i had trouble getti