Marcos D'Cruze (Please mind the Blog)
A blog about my thoughts, music, and wishes.
My music is my dog and my dog walks with me.What is the relationship between my dog and the lampost?
This blog is being written to help me understand and survive in a world where the lampost keeps pissing on my Dog!
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
I'm back and with a new record available soon on Soreal Records and Distracks.
Check http://www.kabodler.com for live dates or for more follow me on Twitter :: twitter.com/kabodler
Buenas
Marcos
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Author unknown
To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach out to others is to risk involvement.
To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self.
To place your ideas, your dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To hope is to risk despair.
To try is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken,
because the greatest hazard in life is to do nothing.
The person who risks nothing,
does nothing, has nothing, and is nothing.
They may avoid suffering and sorrow,
but they cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love, live.
Chained by their attitudes, they are a slave,
they forfeited their freedom.
Only the person who risks can be free
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits; they become character.
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.
– Frank Outlaw
Dear Me
Much contemplation, wanting to say more yet speak less, I am realising now after three years of Blogging, flogging, and My Spacing in order to promote my music I realised I was begining to feel a bit nauseous, I knew this was the case and that I was being infected by web fatigue when my body rejected Facebook - I am only there with a struggle it's more of a phone number to me than a website.
My music know appeares on a My Space page has had loads of hits from people only interested in selling themselves it's the equivalent of franchising your art to KFC.
Everyone suddenly has a microphone so to speak their blog or bebo page and the web has become a place for people to shout and sell and most of it is shit.
We need more recording and sharing and less selling.
I realise now I am a recording artist and a performer I have proved it to myself it's how I earn my living and how I have done all my working life.
The internet is rapidly becoming the new radio and the new tv and we can all participate finally recordings can be heard new writing read; but by who?
I know I feel like I have shit to say sometimes but honestly when I look back at this blog clonemydog.blogpot.com I realise a lot about myself and how I have changed. There is a trail here online - my digital trail - bit's of my DNA in electrons and these electrons are my memoirs and I can see a part of my journey illuminated all over the web.
Now I used to get frustrated when I would read that some 17 yr old footballer has just published his autobiography "What does he have to say at his age that's so important?" I always thought, but in someway that book is a snaphot of that person and if you are interested that person it interests you, oh yeah and it makes them shit loads of cash but that is beside the point.The reason for that long opening is not because I think I'm interesting but I am going to blog again about iloveyouthankyou.com
iloveyouthankyou.com started out in Dec of 2005 that was 27 months ago.
"I Love You Thank You" a blog book or rather a stumble book which I will begin recording very soon. I will chuck in some chunes along the way too make the book proper interactive.
I am going to write about those last twenty seven months relating the submissions to iloveyouthankyou.com to my life at that time and then try to catch up to the present day.
Thanks for reading.
Marcos
iloveyouthankyou.com
I Love You Thank You first ever submission DEC 23rd 2005Before I die, I wanna look into your eyes,
Before I die, I wanna say goodbye,
Before I die I wanna cry in your arms,
Like I had before;
You made life worth living,
Before I die,
I wanna see you; once more.
Who was I then? And who am I know?
Night
M
AD
Or maybe I am still am.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
M
AD
"Who are we? We find that we live on an insignificant planet of a humdrum star lost in a galaxy tucked away in some forgotten corner of a universe in which there are far more galaxies than people."
Carl Sagan
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Wednesday, July 04, 2007
.ɯooɹ buıʇıɐʍ ǝɥʇ uı
.ɯooɹ buıʇıɐʍ ǝɥʇ uı
.ɯooɹ buıʇıɐʍ ǝɥʇ uı
'ʍou ʇıɐʍ puɐ dn ʎɹɹnɥ
;ʍo1s ʇɐɥʇ ob ʇ’uɐɔ
;ʇsɐɟ ʇɐɥʇ ob ʇ’uɐɔ
.ʎɐs oʇ ǝs1ǝ buıɥʇou ɥʇıʍ ɟ1ǝsʎɯ puıɟ ı uǝɥʇ
.ʎɐp ʎɹǝʌǝ 1ɐʌıʌɹns ʇɥbıɟ ı
'snoıɔǝɹd sı ǝɯıʇ
.ɯooɹ buıʇıɐʍ ǝɥʇ uı
.ɯooɹ buıʇıɐʍ ǝɥʇ uı
.ɯooɹ buıʇıɐʍ ǝɥʇ uı
noʎ ɟo pɐǝʇsuı
ǝʇʇǝɹɐbıɔ ʇxǝu ʎɯ ɟo ʞuıɥʇ ı 'pǝʇɹɐǝɥ-ǝ1qɹɐɯ
.ʎɐs 11ɐ noʎ ʇɐɥʍ s’ʇɐɥʇ 'ǝbuɐɥɔ p1noɔ buıɥʇʎɹǝʌǝ
ʎɐp ɐ puɐ ɹǝʌǝɹoɟ ǝɹǝɥ ǝq p1noɔ ı
.ɯooɹ buıʇıɐʍ ǝɥʇ uı
.ɯooɹ buıʇıɐʍ ǝɥʇ uı
¿ɯooɹ buıʇıɐʍ ǝɥʇ uı
ǝʌoɹd oʇ ǝʌɐɥ ı op ʇɐɥʍ
;puɐʇsɹǝpun ʇɥbıɯ ı ;ǝɯıʇ ʇı ǝʌıb
.ɹıɐɥɔ sıɥʇ uı buıʇʇıs sʇɹnɥ 11ıʇs ʇɹɐǝɥ ʎɯ ʇnq
pɐǝɥ ʎɯ ɯoɹɟ suoɯǝp ǝɥʇ pǝsıɔɹoxǝ ǝʌɐɥ ı
.11ǝʇ oʇ pɹɐɥ s’ʇı ǝɯ ɹoɟ
'ɹǝʌoɔǝɹ 11’ı ʎɐs ʎǝɥʇ
'11ǝʍ buıop ɯ’ı p1oʇ ɯ’ı
.ʎuıʇsǝp ʎɯ ɟo ɯooɹ buıʇıɐʍ ǝɥʇ uı
ʎ1ʇuǝıʇɐd buıʇıɐʍ
ʇuǝıʇɐd ǝɥʇ ɯ’ı
ɯooɹ buıʇıɐʍ ǝɥʇ
THE WAITING ROOM
I’m the patient
Waiting patiently
In the waiting room of my destiny.
I’m told I’m doing well,
They say I’ll recover,
For me it’s hard to tell.
I have exorcised the demons from my head
But my heart still hurts sitting in this chair.
Give it time; I might understand;
What do I have to prove
In the waiting room?
In the waiting room.
In the waiting room.
I could be here forever and a day
Everything could change, that’s what you all say.
Marble-hearted, I think of my next cigarette
Instead of you
In the waiting room.
In the waiting room.
In the waiting room.
Time is precious,
I fight survival every day.
Then I find myself with nothing else to say.
Can’t go that fast;
Can’t go that slow;
Hurry up and wait now,
In the waiting room.
In the waiting room.
In the waiting room.
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