Friday, August 13, 2010

Youtube

I want to make a bunch of videos like this.



- afm

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Pay No Mind

Maybe someday when you're with me I'll be dancing.
I'll stop pretending that the TV is romantic.
Maybe someday when you're with me you'll be mesmerized,
But I don't think you mind.

Maybe someday when you're with me I'll be sober.
We'll drink coffee in the morning not hungover.
Maybe someday when you're with me I'll be fine to drive,
But I don't think you mind.
No, I don't think you mind.
Maybe 'cause you're not mine.

Maybe someday when you're with me I'll be famous.
The idea of loving me won't be outrageous.
Maybe someday when you're with me our names will shine,
But I don't think you mind.
No, I don't think you mind.
Maybe 'cause you're not mine.

Walter's Linkin Park “The Catalyst” Contest



My man, Walter J Huaman, is competing to be on the next Linkin Park album. Please check out his version of "The Catalyst," and vote, vote, vote!

- afm

Walter's Linkin Park “The Catalyst” Featuring You Contest – Presented by MySpace Music Submission - Indaba Music

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Marionettes

Don't stop your crying.
I love the sound you make
When the tears upon your face are close to drying,
And that frigid heart of stone starts to break.

All the words you tried to say won't emit
As they fall down all the way to the pith
Of a body that once moved in compliance
To the strings I pulled it with.

Don't stop your lying.
I love the face you make
When you raise your upper lip while denying
That as you speak your voice starts to shake.

All the words you tried to say won't emit
As they fall down all the way to the pith
Of a body that once moved in compliance
To the strings I pulled it with.

I'll play you.
I'll play you for a fool.
I'll play you for a fool, and you'll buy it.
Then I'll cut all the strings I pulled you with.

- afm

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Young Sparrow

Young sparrow flies above the fervid skies
Hoping that her wing don't catch flame.
Young sparrow tries, tries to recognize
That heat from the sun just ain't the same
As the sparrow down on her plain.
She don't know how warm she could have been
Next to him.

The arrow flies up into the skies,
But someone from below had taken aim.
Young sparrow dies, dies within the skies
Before she ever felt the ground again
Or the warmth of that sparrow on the plain.
She don't know how warm she could have been
Next to him.

Young sparrow on the plain.
She don't know how warm she could have been.

- afm