An Explanation

Below is a poem I wrote one day about two months ago. I have no remembrance of what mindset I was in. What I do know is that this is a poem based of of a girl I know, but it applies to any girl, she was just an example to me as I wrote this. It's a poem saying that, even though you're beautiful, the best thing about you is the Spirit. I don't care what you look like, the Spirit is what defines beauty. This is what you may call an elect lady. I don't want to marry someone who has just looks. That would be nice, but all I really care about is marrying an elect lady. A wife who I can marry because of true love. Also, I need to point out another thing. Sexy and hot are words I see as with looks. But when I use the term, 'Beauty," I mean a strong spirit. So when I talk about beauty, remember that.

(By the way, am I sounding weird so far? I'm trying not too, but I have the feeling some of you might think so.)

Also, by the way, I want to make this into a song. And for reasons unknown, my mind was thinking of Train, (you know, the band who wrote "Hey, Soul Sister" and "If It's Love.") so I wrote this kinda in the style they write in.

Hey there, Beautiful (by Me, Andrew Ball)

Hey there, beautiful, it’s nice to see you here.

You lighten the room with your sunshine smile that stretches from ear to ear.

Your hair, it shines like beautiful silk. And your eyes are bright just like the stars.

 Your skin seems like that of royalty, without any bruises or scars.

But the thing that I love about you the most is not what the eye can see.

It’s the burning power within your soul, the spirituality.

The spirit makes the best of you, in all you say, in all you do.

You’re the kind of person people want as friend.

The world can’t make you or shake you or make you twist and bend.

I hope that you stay this way all your life, because this is what I look for in a wife.

Hey, there beautiful, am I in heaven or is it just me?

Because either way, it’s all the same, because it’s with you I want to be.

And I swear it’s all by the grace of God that you should appear as an angel.

But I guess that’s what happens when your spirit takes on physical form.

The spirit makes the best of you, in all you say, in all you do.

You’re the kind of person people want as friend.

The world can’t make you or shake you or make you twist and bend.

I hope that you stay this way all your life, because this is what I look for in a wife.

I know you ain’t perfect,

There are things to fix,

But dang, you’re doing grand.

And if there’s anyone who is an example to me,

 You should know that it’s definitely you!

The spirit makes the best of you, oh man, I swear it’s true!

You’re the kind of person I want as a friend.

The world won’t make you or shake you, heck, you’ll help it mend!

I hope that you stay this way all your life, because you’re the one I want as a wife.

I swear that it’s true, I love you.

"The Man Who Can't Be Moved" by The Script

Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move
Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand
Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am

Some try to hand me money, they don't understand
I'm not broke I'm just a broken hearted man
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do
How can I move on when I'm still in love with you

'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street

So I'm not moving
I'm not moving

Policeman says son you can't stay here
I said there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go

'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet
And you see me waiting for you on the corner of the street

So I'm not moving
I'm not moving
I'm not moving
I'm not moving

People talk about the guy
Who's waiting on a girl, oh whoa
There are no holes in his shoes
But a big hole in his world

Maybe I'll get famous as the man who can't be moved
And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news
And you'll come running to the corner
'Cause you'll know it's just for you

I'm the man who can't be moved
I'm the man who can't be moved

'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we meet
Oh, you see me waiting for you on a corner of the street

So I'm not moving
('Cause if one day you wake up, find that you're missing me)
I'm not moving
(And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be)
I'm not moving
(Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet)
I'm not moving
(Oh, you see me waiting for you on a corner of the street)

Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move

Here's the music video-

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gS9o1FAszdk

Here's a live acoustic version with the background story and inspiration-

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VcpTFggDfXc

And just for kicks, here's Jay Sean Singing it and giving his opinion on the song-

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jh2W_p5wsDQ&feature=related

Have you ever gotten a song stuck in your head that you wish you could get out? If you answered no, then you're lying, but that's not the point. Unlike "Don't Trust Me" or "Love Game," which are both quite terrible, I actually, on purpose, got this song stuck in my head. Why? Because I have wanted to write about this song for awhile and getting it to repeat over and over in my head really got me to think on it. I now realize that this is a great song to reverberate your eardrums on end. It's clean, it has a fabulous composition, and the meaning is wonderful! This is now one of my favorite songs for this reason.

Before I go further, I must ask you this: Where is the girl? The first possible answer is that she is somewhere where the guy can't find her. The man can no longer contact her, whether by circumstance or by the girls doing. The other reason would be he feels like he can't. He can't simply show up on her doorstep. He has to prove himself to her again. Hence, the reason why he is there.

A question pops into my mind when I hear this song. What happened between the man and woman? There are a few possible theories.

1. The man is to blame. He either did many things to let this girl down, or some big secret was exposed, and the girl became angry, thus breaking the relationship between them. He now feels that in order to get her back, he must do something to show his devotion to her again.

2. The girl is to blame. She didn't think she was good enough for him, and now the man is sitting at the corner as if to say "This is how much I love you. I Will Not Move Until You Realize That I Love You."

3. They are both to blame. They both messed up and the guy is saying "We can still make this work."

So, either way, this song is undoubtedly amazing. It tells a story in such a poetic way. It's about a man's unfaltering love for a girl. This is one thing true love is based upon, always being there for each other. In the music video, it shows MANY seasons going by. When this guy says he can't be moved, he isn't lying.

So, I must ask, are you like this? Do you love someone that much? You don't have to sit at a corner, but are you there for the ones you love when they need you? Even if they don't love you back, are you still ready to love? I hope we can all someday say, "I'm the one who can't be moved." It's love so strong, NOTHING will move you in your convictions.

ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!

Great Songs of Love- Introduction

Love is an amazing thing. Not the worldly love that seems to be today's standard. I mean the unconditional, Heavenly love that creates eternal bonds. Love is so amazing, it's a subject worthy of music. Actually, the reverse is true. Music is worthy enough to sing of love. Unfortunately, as many of you may know, people don't seem to understand the power of love and music. Instead of singing about true love, the love that conquers all things, even death, they have other things to sing of that they see as more important. They would rather talk about the "sexy" features of a girl, like the frontal, upper portion of the body and her bottom. They would rather talk about how good she is at "pleasing him." Instead of singing true love, they sing worldly love. Honestly, these songs disgust me. How dare they speak of a girl so irreverently! That is a daughter of God that they're using, and they have the audacity to sing about her like that!? Woman are to be respected, not used as toys! Not only that, they're degrading their own souls in the process!


Luckily, to my unmeasurable joy, there are still COUNTLESS songs that speak of real love. The only difference between the Real and Unreal is that the nasty songs seem to be more mainstream. Here's an example.
 I have a game called "Tap Tap Revenge," which is sort of like a "Rock Band" game for iPod. It's a great game and all, but there's one thing I can't seem to get: Why does a game like this have to have so much crap on it? The most heavily advertised and bought games seem to be those that are really obscene and immoral. Just to prove my point, here is a small sample of the raunchy trash.  They have 15 songs by Lady Gaga, 10 songs by Katy Perry, 12 or so songs by Nickleback, 4 songs by 3Oh!3, and the list goes on and on. Nearly every song that those artists are absolute CRAP. I like only three songs by Nickleback, two by Lady Gaga, and two by Katy Perry. As for 3Oh!3, they're just crude. If you don't want a catchy song with disgusting lyrics caught in your head, don' listen to them!
So anyway, all of those songs and many more are heavily advertised. Sex sells, that's just a fact. But, there are MANY songs that still respect love. Those are the ones that truly make a difference in the world.
So, that brings me to today's topic: Great Songs of Love. These songs strike deep in me. So deep, I consider them favorites. These are the true geniuses of lyrical writing, the ones that I respect. So hopefully, they won't come to disappoint me.
Over the next week or so, I will post some songs concerning this topic. I'll try to get one on every two days.

A Remake of "Gives You Hell" by The All-American Rejects

"Gives You Hell" by The All-American Rejects came on the radio yesterday. The song is a guy telling his ex-girlfriend that he hopes her life sucks. He has become so heart-broken that his heart has turned bitter and he  has become jealous. So, as I was listening to the lyrics, I thought, "Why can't this guy just move on? If I had broken up with someone, I would hope the next boy she finds is good. Sure, I might feel a little heart-broken for awhile, but I would move on. I should actually expect something like this to happen. Dating is not going to be all peachy. So, here it is-

"Hope your life goes well."

I wake up evening with a big smile on my face.

And it never feels out of place.

And I know that you're still working at a 7 to 10 pace.

Which I know you really hate.

So when you're at your job

Hope your life goes well, hope your life goes well.

And starting today

Hope your life goes well, hope your life goes well.

Even though it's me you dumped, love

And even though I've got some scars.

They gotten me oh so far.

I know you've been really tense, love

Don't think your life's ever been so hard,

And you've also received those scars.

And truth be told I miss you

And truth be told I'm crying.

But when you're sitting at home

Hope your life goes well, hope your life goes well.

And starting today

Hope your life goes well, hope your life goes well.

If you find a man who's name is Sam who treats you well,

Then that's cool, you ain't a fool, hope your life goes well

Hope your life goes well.

And I've been lately thinking to myself,

"Yeah, where did it all go wrong?"

But instead I wrote this song.

It's for you because I miss you.

Out of love for you I'm crying.

But when you're with yourself

Hope your life goes well, hope your life goes well.

And starting today

Hope your life goes well, hope your life goes well.

If you find a man who's name is Sam who treats you well,

Then that's cool, you ain't a fool, hope your life goes well

Hope your life goes well.

I hope we can be, with the ones that we love.

And thanks for the memories, they'll be of some use to me.

I know we sometimes lied, but will you look me in the eyes?

We're so dang sad but we'll move on, I can tell.

So when you're with that man

Hope your life goes well, hope your life goes well.

And starting today

Hope your life goes well, hope your life goes well.

If you find a man who's name is Sam who treats you well,

Then that's cool, you ain't a fool, hope your life goes well

Hope your life goes well.

Even if you think of me

Hope your life goes well, hope your life goes well.

(Hope your life goes well!)

And starting today

Hope your life goes well, hope your life goes well.

(Hope your life goes well!)

When you hear this song, and you sing along, I hope you can tell,

That we ain't no fools, were better off, well, hope your life goes well.

When you hear this song I hope that your life will go well.

You can sing along, I hope that it will go well.

The Post That Was Meant For The Second Part Of The Apostrophe Quiz.

We are holding a going away party for the Smiths son, Edward.Smith. On Tuesday, April 16, Ed will be leaving for college. He is going to Johnson Hobart's University, a university that has accepted Ed's requests for more challenging classes. He is going to study quantum physics while in college. He says he excited, mainly because of his classes. "The college gave me a selection of its classes, and physics was my number one choice." So, the barbecue will be held in the Smiths backyard, April 14. All those who live within the wards' area are invited to come.See you there!

Metal in the Mall- First Draft

I walked into the store, looking for a hat.

A hat, just a hat, and only that.

But I became the victim of a horror.

A horror, such a horror, the horror made me sore.

It flooded in my ears, which started the pain.

A pain, so much pain, it made me insane.

A sound which seemed to have burst from Hell.

Burst from Hell, sounded like Hell, anyone could tell.

The stampede of drums, the back-beat of scum.

The anger of guitars that blacken the stars.

The screams of the Demons that come in legions.

 

Music from the Devil, this evil called Metal.

The Musical horror invaded my body.

Invaded my body, infected my body, then started to get bloody.

I started to moan, then my ears started bleeding.

But the drums kept on beating.

the guitars kept on riffing.

The demons kept on screaming.

I felt sick to the stomach, I was going to throw up.

But as a volcano, drum beats erupt.

Guitar chords went corrupt.

And the demons wouldn't shut-up.

As the music blared on, I couldn't think straight.

The drum beats were irate.

The guitar notes defied fate.

The vocals were berate.

It was torture to hear that abominable music.

A noise, terrible noise, don't get why it's called music.

But desperate, I was, to find a hat.

A hat, just a hat, I just want a hat!

I looked around quickly at all they had.

All they had was one bag. How very sad!

So I rushed from the store to escape the inferno.

The inferno of music, the inferno of noise, the inferno of Hell.

The silence filled both of my ears, 

Filled my ears, stopped my tears, peace swept through my ears. 

But after all that, I still had no hat!

After all that, I still had no hat.

And there was no way I was turning back!

No way I was turning back, just for a hat.

This is a poem is me recounting an experience I had in the mall. Me and my dad were searching for a fedora at the mall. (I had lost my last one in New York.) One of the numerous places we stopped at was a teen clothing store. When I walked in, the most REPULSIVE, MIND NUMBING, CHAOTIC Music,if it could even be called that, invaded my ears. It was so terrible, it actually made me wish I was deaf. I even felt a  little sick to the stomach. I couldn't think straight. All I could hear was the never-ending Armageddon of noise reverberating inside my head. I wanted to leave so bad. It was all I could think about. But I knew that in order to leave, I would need to look at the hats they had. Luckily, they had a pretty small selection of hats, so I was spared the torment of staying even longer. I glanced at each one. Seeing none that I liked, I quickly rushed out of the store as fast as my feet could carry me. I was in there for only one minute, even less, perhaps, but coming out of that store was the greatest feeling I experienced that day.

A funny thing about the song is that I didn't even hear the lyrics. That's probobly a good thing too.

Now, in the poem, I use the term "Metal" to describe the music I heard. Metal is not all so bad. Metal is what rhymed the best with devil. Some metal songs such are quite excellent. The song "Chaney can't quite riff like Helmet's Page Hamilton," by Evergreen Terrace, is a very excellent song that evokes a lot of feeling. It doesn't swear, and it's actually a very clean song. "The Beautiful People," by Marylin Manson, (don't judge me) is a very good song. Although it could use some editing, it evokes a feeling as well. The term I would best use for the song I heard would be-

Ultra-hard Screaming Hard-core Black Death Death Metal.

Simply put, HELL PUT TO MUSIC.

So, I think I may change metal to something more specific.

And one more thing. I ABSOLUTELY DO NOT LISTEN TO MARILYN MANSON.

I guess if I found an clean version of "The Beautiful People," I might listen to that, but I don't listen to him. Nor do I listen to much other Screamo Metal Artists like Gwar. I am EXTREMELY selective whenever I listen to Metal. I am ALWAYS selective with my music. I don't want to be listening to trash.