When It’s Cold Outside

I’ve decided to re-post this song because it’s cold outside and I rather enjoy it. For those whom it may concern I have about six new songs and two rap projects I’m currently working on and hope they translate into new blog posts. It takes time for the osmosis of linguistics to transpire into greatness. Or, into something I find agreeable enough to post. Recently with-in the continuum of time I found myself lacking the beads of sand in a hour glass needed to press words with efficiency.  I am random incarnate and will finish what I started.  I bleed nursery rhymes in real time to attract women that are fine.  Have a wonderful day and may the WORDS (force) be with you (Insert inspirational emoticon here).

Blamed it on the good ones

Blamed it on the ones that got it right

Blamed it on the good ones

That’s why I’m all alone tonight

Blamed it on the good ones

Blamed it on the ones that got it right

Blamed it on the good ones

That’s why I’m all alone tonight

When it’s cold outside

Sit around and think about the month of may

When it’s cold outside

Lost in the patterns of snow flakes

When it’s cold outside

Try to find away to forget her name

when it’s cold outside

Dream about the love we used to make

Blamed it on the good ones

Blamed it on the ones that got it right

Blamed it on the good ones

That’s why I’m all alone tonight

Blamed it on the good ones

Blamed it on the ones that got it right

Blamed it on the good ones

That’s why I’m all alone tonight

When it’s cold outside

Breathe against the window pane

When it’s cold outside

The glass becomes a canvass to paint

When it’s cold outside

Her fingertips moved by her soul create

When it’s cold outside

The sun reveals an heart shape

Blamed it on the good ones

Blamed it on the ones that got it right

Blamed it on the good ones

That’s why I’m all alone tonight

Blamed it on the good ones

Blamed it on the ones that got it right

Blamed it on the good ones

That’s why I’m all alone tonight

© 2014 Jfreshly Modern Linguistics Song Blog. All Rights Reserved.​

 

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Anthem of a Microphone

Anthem of a Microphone

When the world hands you lemonade
Drink it
Don’t over think it
Cause it’s the little things that matter
And when it comes to laughter
Indulge in the natural epiphany
The chemical balance of creativity
Spontaneous in the essence
Of a well timed presence
Imagination is the foundation of power
Those who fear words
May one day become cowards
To feel the strength in this ambition
To spit mad diction
To grip the mic tightly
To make an audience show up nightly
Back to the basics
It’s time to look in the mirror
And face it
I believe
In the oath of the trees
In that warm breeze
In the randomness of a smile
My soul
Becomes freed
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Clammy Sea Prawns

Clammy Sea Prawns

The saturated fat of my existence.
Runs laps around the vast difference.
Could someone please tell me where they hid all of the cool whip?
Apparently, it’s buried under a bed of tulips.
As the world listens to trees fall in the forest.
A squiggle lost in the sea of anatomy has golden goosed and will likely flourish.
Polar opposite extract.
Caught up in the mimic vat.
The success rate of sperm to egg at the moment of conception?
This question in translation brought on much speculation.
Insatiable desires based on friction.
To appease the refreshment of the addiction.
Just one more milkshake from the stash.
If that’s the yard then lets mash.

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Mogwai

Ghost

On a segment of my blog known as, “Arbitrary Information About a Ghost,” a wonderful blogger that goes by the moniker of Carisa Adrienne was kind enough to leave a comment of encouragement!  She blogs at Sometimes Silver Linings are Blue and I recommend that you check it out.  After a day of allowing the comment to sink in I decided to let my ability to write or lack there of do the correspondence.  If you would like to check out the original comment chain it can be found on “Arbitrary Information About a Ghost.”

This is the comment chain I speak of…

You made my night! I laughed so much  🙂 (She used the actual smiley face emoticon and if anyone would be so kind to tell me how to put in such emoticon I would be happy to fully recreate her comment) You are talented ❤️ (Apparently you can copy and paste the heart emoticon).

jfreshly says:

***smiles*** you are so talented. You have no idea how much I love this. You have made my day once again. ❤️

Why is this in the comment section and not a post?

Ummmmmm, I think you should post it!
Btw…. I make up words too. : )
I’m going to go and find me some jelly belly oh telly 🙂

Also.. Since you didn’t add the ***heart*** I will. ❤️

P.S. Thank you so much Carisa!  Have a wonderful weekend!!!

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When I’m with you girl

I want you
Wanted you to know
When I’m with you girl
I get excited
Yeah and I kinda like it
I want you
Wanted you to know
When I’m with you girl
I get excited
Yeah and I kinda like it
Can we kick it old school as more than friends?
Waiting by my phone for text messages
Emoticons surrounded by an enthusiastic great!
Baby doll you be just like Frosted Flakes
I want you
Wanted you to know
When I’m with you girl
I get excited
Yeah and I kinda like it
I want you
Wanted you to know
When I’m with you girl
I get excited
Yeah and I kinda like it
Chillen on a bar stool in a crowded room
Feels like its just us two
Leans in for the whisper
Then I melt
That’s how I feel every time your near can’t you tell?
I want you
Wanted you to know
When I’m with you girl
I get excited
Yeah and I kinda like it
I want you
Wanted you to know
When I’m with you girl
I get excited
Yeah and I kinda like it
Every time we conversate
She seems to know what I’m going to say
Laughs at my jokes anyways
When we walk out of the bar holding hands
Baby doll you make me feel like I’m the man!
I want you
Wanted you to know
When I’m with you girl
I get excited
Yeah and I kinda like it
I want you
Wanted you to know
When I’m with you girl
I get excited
Yeah and I kinda like it
© 2015 Jfreshly Modern Linguistics Song Blog. All Rights Reserved

Ghost Writer

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A finial is doused in a fiery impulse.
The ballpoint pen is the weapon of choice.
Shadows of the past.
Origin of the ghost writer.
It was somewhere in Oswego, New York.
When a contingent of like minded Phish fans bounced around the room.
A young Peter Parker Esq took a potent dose of hallucination.
As Lucy in the sky with diamonds tried to co-exist with the leprechaun from the Lucky Charms box.
The writer struggled in the cataclysm of his new reality.
A Latin tongue spoke in foreign linguistics.
Delusions of Grandeur.
Tempted by darkness.
Psychological thriller.
A man with Georgia peaches approached the campsite carrying an Amish styled fiddle case.
With a sinister grin, a stoic figure put down his wares, and pulled out his Uni-Ball Signo DX 0.38.
The lower tube was engraved with an gold felt elvish scripture. (This device was most likely forged in Mordor.)
His intentions became clear.
The devil had come to challenge this connoisseur of Modern Linguistics.
The Gauntlet had been laid down. (Elf needs food badly.)
Freestyle write by the fireside.
If the writer was victorious the demon would release him from the “Jedi Trip” and give him the coveted pen of the ghost writer.
If this apparition of the devil could spit hot fire and win the duel of freestyle; the writer would have to come through the erratic portal and re-write what would you do for a Klondike bar commercials throughout the duration of the existence of his soul. (Apparently demons are very fond of Klondike bars.)
Failure was not an option.
He became empowered to speak words in an order that seemed agreeable.
The writer was known to rap tight during full moon hikes and on this occasion just like many others he streamed his consciousness to the beat in a manner of perfection.
Timing.
Ferocity.
Concise delivery in a viscous manner.
This man was raised by literary animals.
On that night he literally devoured this devil like he was a cannibal.
Words flowed with hype as his rage became maniacal.
The man picked up his fiddle case and walked away in the moon glow.
Some say they overheard the demon whisper to his master.
I’ve done everything you have asked for please don’t hold me liable.
To beat Jfreshly in a freestyle battle is just not viable.

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The Struggle

coat of arms

There is a tension

Created from the offspring of uncertainty

Provided by man

Good and Evil

May have different outcomes

Based on various ethics

Due to the repeat theory

History is never forgotten

An epic struggle occurs

Leaving a pair of homo sapiens

To tiptoe

The Line

Of sanity and persuasion

The tongue of worms has spoken

Integrity above all

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