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Nov 05
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Hey there guys and gals, Alec again! How are your lives? Are you following your hearts desires? Sticking to your ideological guns? Committing to the things that are important to you in life? Yeah, me neither.

Anyway, I’m here to give you a taste of my exploits as a lyricist and song writer. These are lyrics I’ve come back to on and off since like May, as per my usual habit of “Write an idea down, forget about it, look at it again like 2 months later, tweak it a little bit, repeat.” I spent most of it just changing word choices that I thought were cheesy, or obfuscated what I wanted to talk about. Anyway, I finally decided to just hammer it down and call them finished about a week ago, and as such, my friends at the Writer’s House suggested I show them off to you. Cause what good is creating something if you don’t have the pride to show it off, right?

This is a song about being generally sick of your own thought process. Being sick about not knowing what you want, being sick of how your brain works, being sick of the stupid shit people do around you, and the mixed messages you get. Most importantly, it’s a song about giving up on trying to be happy. Live it, love it, learn it, folks.

Set Phasers to Fail - by Alec Adams, written for solo voice and bass guitar in A Major but you could probably easily use other instruments too.

Drink me up and then lay me aside
Cause I prefer to stay an empty glass
Rescue me
And then bring me, once more
Into the alley where you kick my ass

And if all I ask is an empty flask
Why is it such daunting task
To break from my own damn cerebral noise?

Fuck you, girls and boys
Fuck your shiny toys
Fuck all of your
Plastic, fantastic, biodegradable
Joys

I’m finished with this shit
I’m gonna throw a fit
And make a blog of it
For all my best friends to see
On the internet

Take me away from
The things that make me love
Take me away from
The things that sing of fun

And upset my blood
And then let my angst choke ‘em all
And color me obsidian

All I know is that I can’t ignore
All the things that leave me in defeat
Go ahead
I still know what you said
Cause they’re the things that put the chill into me

And if all I do is insist it’s true
That I have problems just like you
Then why do I feel so damn insincere?

Wish that you were here
The shit’s just too unclear
And everything that’s near and that’s dear to me
Won’t interfere with me
When I feel the fear

I’m finished with this shit
I’m gonna throw a fit
And make a blog of it
For all my best friends to see
On the internet

Take me away from
The things that make me love
Take me away from
The things that sing of fun

And upset my blood
And then set my phasers to fail
And blow me to oblivion

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Goodbye, Arizona

by Mark Rad (First-Year)

I’d like to see the beach in California
For the very first time with you
And even if we don’t make it
I know our love is true
For the journey doesn’t matter
Nothing does
The only thing that matters is you

Lets leave the desert once and for all
Start all over and begin again
We can be hippies or vagabonds
Children lost among California sun
Come to the sea and stare into the vast
Where we can flee the die that’s cast
Never return to the place we called home
You and me on the beach. Our private Rome. 

and if you do this
our love is true
nothing else could matter
the only that matters is you.

Oct 28
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Sunflower Goddess (Kristyn's Poem)

by Wes Fujishin (First-Year)

A shudder through my body ran
When I gazed first upon her face
Until that fated evening dawned
I’d known not beauty, lust, or grace

I’d thought they’d vanished, one and all
Retreated to their starry keep
But I saw walking through our midst
A goddess true, with eyes so deep

They at once took my breath away
And laughing took my heart as well
A sin-clad angel with no wings
Like Lucifer she’d fought and fell

But thankfully she stopped halfway
And paused in limbo for a while
Deigned it fit to enlighten me
With probing gaze and knowing smile

Sunflower goddess, sweet nymphette
Oh wherefore do you deem it fair
To pull my heartstrings as you do
I’m your puppet, I can’t forbear

Your words are music to my ears
Your touch is lightning to my skin
Your thoughts as lofty as the clouds
Your soul too big to hold it in