I Just Wanna Sing a Song With You

Blue Eyes

by Cary Brother

Wish enough, wise man'll tell you a lie
Window broke, torn up screens
Who'd have thought that you'd dream
Of a single tragic scene

I just wanna sing a song with you
I just want to take it off of you

Cause Blue Eyes
You are all that I need
Cause Blue Eyes
You're the sweet to my mean

Fess it up, dot on the palm of your hand
I can help you to stand
Saved it up for this dance
Tell me all the things you can

I just wanna sing a song with you
I just wanna be the one that's true

Cause Blue Eyes
You're the secret I keep
Cause Blue Eyes

All the lights on and you are alive
But you can't point the way to your heart
So sublime, when the stars are aligned
But you don't know
You don't know the greatness you are

Cause Blue Eyes
You are destiny's scene
Cause Blue Eyes
I just wanna be the one

I just wanna sing a song with you
I just wanna get it on with you

Cause Blue Eyes
You're the secret I keep
Cause Blue Eyes
I just wanna sing a song with you
I just wanna sing a song with you
I just wanna sing a song with you...

Projects

That tiny thing i've been working on lately...

 

Bar Code

I have, for quite some time now, made more or less of a living working as a bartender. I see a lot of weird things while working in that environment, but it always astonishes me that people don't understand bar etiquette. Simple things, really. Such as...

·         Do not catch the bartender's attention on a busy night only to hesitate when they approach you. If you do not know what you want to order, refrain from approaching the bar. Bartenders are all about speed and will resent you for slowing them down.

·         Do not ask for "what's good". It's alcohol, it's all delicious! If you do not know what you like, how on earth am I supposed to!

·         Do not, under any circumstances, leave change smaller than a dollar. Quarters are acceptable only when they equal a dollar, but they still piss us off. Dimes, nickels and pennies will be thrown back in your face.

·         When ordering your drink during a loud DJ night, keep it simple. I can barely hear you. Do not utter more words than necessary. “Rhum and coke” does it. If you drown your instructions with pleasantries, it all gets muffled into one big confusing sentence.

·         Order the alcohol, than the mixer. “Sprite and Vodka” isn’t a drink. “Vodka 7” is.

·         Open bar, all you can drink or any kind of free alcohol still requires for you to tip. The service was the same, regardless of money exchange. Please respect that.

·         Do not order a drink whose recipe you do not even know. There’s a chance I might not either and when I ask you, you will look like a fool.

·         If ordering a “surprise me”, do not be appalled if your drink gets thrown back in your face with a “SURPRISE!”. I’ve been secretly hoping to do this one…

·         If you want to compliment me, you may. But please refrain from touching me, in any way, unless we have an already established friendship or working relationship. You may think kissing my hand is sweet, but you are a complete stranger and you ain’t the first one who tried.

Tu me manques

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Blue Eyes

I see your blue eyes
Every time I close mine
You make it hard to see
Where I belong to when I'm not
Around you

Theatre

I've been doing a lot of quotes lately, and not really writing. It's been quite busy.

I actually got a job which would qualify as my dream job, outside of acting. I got to do public relations and marketing for a theatre company. I'm greatly grateful that I had this opportunity to be a part of something I believe in. That I got to contribute to thousands of people enjoying Shakespeare, for free, in a park.

Theatre should be more accessible. It’s not normal that people have to pay more money to go see Shakespeare in a small theatre, produced by a small independent production, than it is for them to go see a crappy blockbuster at ScotiaBank Theatre. A blockbuster that cost millions of dollars to make and which will make millions of dollars back. Theatre companies are not ripping off the public, trust me, I know. They are barely making money, when they do make money at all. But this is the world we live in; a crazy, crazy world, where crappy, drowned entertainment is cheaper than live and exciting performances. Where a trio at MacDonalds is cheaper than broccoli. No wonder the arts are dying.

I wish theatre was like the movies. You could just go to one place and look around at the posters, and pick the representation you wish to see that fits your schedule. “Yeah, let’s go see Hamlet at 7h30 since we clearly missed All My Sons at 7h05”. Then people would walk into these rooms and be witness to live and amazing theatre instead of mass produced, overly glossed, cheap entertainment. Now, don’t get me wrong. I love movies. But I don’t understand why it’s such a standard to go see a movie, and not to go see a play. They are both extraordinary medium, and they both deserve an audience.

No Artist is Pleased

No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.

Martha Graham