Monday, November 30, 2015

My Brain - By Carroll Bryant

MY BRAIN - By Carroll Bryant 


I can see in arithmetic sequence 
I can hear in astrological distance 
A photographic institution or invention 
Waves of thought like a radio revolution

Atomic bombs dropped in my delusions
Murder at will causes me confusion
Pony up for this historical conclusion
My bare feet is my only intrusion

My brain is in another dimension
My brain is in another suspension 
My brain is living on another plane
My brain is living in another world 

Excuse me as I make another calculation
Science is in need of many explanations 
There is no need for me to go on vacation
My thoughts are aways on the thinking 

My brain is in another dimension
My brain is in another suspension 
My brain is living on another plane
My brain is living in another world

It's all about finding all of the solutions
E equals MC squared kind of pollution 
It's a thing where you can only be chosen
There, life is a dime a dozen 

My brain is in another dimension
My brain is in another suspension 
My brain is living on another plane
My brain is living in another world 

My brain is in another dimension
My brain is in another suspension 
My brain is living on another plane
My brain is living in another world 






Friday, November 27, 2015

Carroll's Journey: Life Is Good

How good can things get? Well, if you're me, pretty damn good sometimes. Everything is rocking and I am about as happy as a song being sung around the world. There's nothing to complain about. If you ask me, I am having way too much fun and definitely have way too much time on my hands (As always).

I had quite the awesome Thanksgiving. I spent it alone. And what a great time I had! lol Seriously, it's been quite some time since I ever spent a Thanksgiving by myself. Maybe never. But let me tell you, it is everything it was expected to be and then some. I cooked my own food, and had no line to wait in when it came time to eat. Everything was cooked to my perfection / liking. I watched football, football and more football. Watched some internet porn. (Never did that before on Thanksgiving.) Ha-ha. Had some weather stripping put on my door so I took care of that little problem for the upcoming winter. Had no traffic to deal with. Took a couple of naps. :)

So why post about this? I don't know. I suppose I wanted to share it in hopes that I wasn't the only one who had a great Thanksgiving. I didn't have to deal with family drama. That's always a plus. And now I am wondering if it could be so great if I spend Christmas alone too. I already know my New Years Eve will be rocking. I have some people coming over to play some strip poker. That will be interesting ... and no, I am not going to post about that so, no pictures request. lol

I just have such an amazing life right now. I am so very lucky in so many ways. I just wanted to assure myself that I truly do appreciate this gift of mine. I really do also hope all of you are having a wonderful time while you're here on this planet. Not so much the bad people, like internet bullies, criminals and such. I hope those people are having a miserable time. But to all of you good, hard working, dedicated people, I hope you are enjoying your life as I am. It's just a great life. I really do not know what more I could ever wish for. Maybe for a soul-mate but you know, that's optional for me.

I dedicate this song to me.
 
 
 
 
 
 

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Legend Of Geronimo (Blood Moon) - By Carroll Bryant

LEGEND OF GERONIMO (BLOOD MOON) - By Carroll Bryant
 
 
 
Red moon
Lead my people to freedom
Blood moon
Right down to their final breath
Red moon
And we fight for what we believe in
Blood moon
Victory in death
 
There can be no visible weakness
We must be strong as the white man means us harm
There can be no time for the sickness
The dancing rain
No whiskey man
 
Red moon
Lead my people to freedom
Blood moon
Right down to their final breath
Red moon
And we fight for what we believe in
Blood moon
Victory in death
 
The peace pipe helps with reflection
War paint on faces
This is our addiction
Our infliction
The ghosts of our past returns only to haunt us
This is our infection now
 
Red moon
Lead my people to freedom
Blood moon
Right down to their final breath
Red moon
And we fight for what we believe in
Blood moon
Victory in death
 
Our brightest future is the mix of our flesh
With the spirit touch of our kin
They are visiting again
This is our legend
We stand with the wind living off the land
Mother Earth forgive us
The buffalo are dying
 
Red moon
Lead my people to freedom
Blood moon
Right down to their final breath
Red moon
And we fight for what we believe in
Blood moon
Victory in death
 
Victory is death
Mother Earth forgive us
 
 







 

Monday, November 23, 2015

My Funeral - By Carroll Bryant

MY FUNERAL - By Carroll Bryant



In a world gone crazy
One man stands alone
Waging war against his technology
Planning the leave that will take him home

In a world gone mad
One man versus society 
Planting the seeds of your dirty little secrets
Waging war against the gods of eternity

All we can do is live and die
To both of them to wonder why
There is no end and nowhere to go
Talk to you later at my funeral

In a world gone crazy 
One man goes insane
Taking his chances once way too often
Paying a debt that doesn't pain for his pain

In a world gone mad
One man versus the casualties 
Drinking the wine with bittersweet difference
Waging war against seraphic serenity 

All we can prove is live and die
To what that means will make you cry
There is no end and nowhere to go
To seek the truth
Here is my funeral 

I don't have to be pathetic to all that I see
I don't choose to be theistic
I just don't believe 
I don't try to be so different just to be the same
I don't need an obituary just so that I can have a name

In a world gone crazy 
One man becomes a crime
Breathing in all of your oxygen 
Changing the thoughts of your perverted mind

In a world gone mad
One man versus insanity
Counting his blessings with a gun on your children
Waging war against the pope and the presidency 

All we can do is live and die
To what we are and all we try
To face the end with nowhere to go
In search of the future here at my funeral
 
All we can do is live and die
To both of them to wonder why
There is no end and nowhere to go
Talk to you later at my funeral


 

Sunday, November 22, 2015

A Carroll Bryant Quote: November 2015

"Never overestimate the value of underestimating others."
 
- Carroll Bryant

Thursday, November 19, 2015

Sexually Addicted To You - By Carroll Bryant

SEXUALLY ADDICTED TO YOU - Written by Carroll Bryant


The fever is burning hot so deep into the night
That my thoughts are carving holes in the sky
So wrap yourself around me, Lacey, and hold on tight
Gonna give love suicide a try
 
I can make you happen instantly at will
You are satisfaction inside of a thrill
 
We can make it happen if you wanna believe
Use our imaginations to get that good release
 
I'm sexually addicted to you
Give me my nourishment
You're my favorite food
I'm acting like a werewolf howling at the moon
Sexually addicted to you
 
Sexually addicted
 
You got me down on the floor begging pretty please
So do with me whatever you so care
Take a bite of my heart and really spit on me
Give it to me good truth or dare
 
I can make you happen just by closing my eyes
You got the power in between those creamy thighs
 
We can make it happen if you know what I mean
Love's never been so dirty as it is in my dreams
 
I'm sexually addicted to you
Give me my nourishment
You're my favorite food
I'm acting like a werewolf howling at the moon
Sexually addicted to you
 
Sexually addicted
 
I can make you happen instantly at will
You are satisfaction inside of a thrill
 
We can make it happen if you wanna believe
Use our imaginations to get that good release
 
I can make you happen just by closing my eyes
You got the power in between those creamy thighs
 
We can make it happen if you know what I mean
Love's never been so dirty as it is in my dreams
 
I'm sexually addicted to you
Give me my nourishment
You're my favorite food
I'm acting like a werewolf howling at the moon
Sexually addicted to you
 
I'm sexually addicted to you
Give me my nourishment
You're my favorite food
I'm acting like a werewolf howling at the moon
Sexually addicted to you
 
Sexually addicted

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

A Carroll Bryant Quote 11/16/2015

"My brain is so brain that there isn't anymore room in it for anymore brains."
 
- Carroll Bryant

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Breaking Dawn - By Carroll Bryant

Breaking Dawn - By Carroll Bryant



Just another memory that I don't wanna need
So take it back and keep it
Dizzy is the dream 

Another catastrophe falling down on top of me
You make it so that I can't breathe
I can't scream
Tell me what you mean to me

Everything is gone
Love is breaking dawn
You come and you go
I know that you know the night's too slow
Over and over again 
Until it's time for you to leave

Just another soft goodbye that I don't even wanna try
So take it back and keep it
Drowning in your sighs

Another amphetamine I swallow deep inside of me
You make it so that I get so angry
Jealously crazy
Tell me what you want from me

Everything is gone
Love is breaking dawn
You come and you go
I know you know the night's too slow

Love is breaking dawn
Everything is gone
You come and you go
I know that you know the night's too slow 
Over and over again 
Until it's time for you to leave

I get that funky fever in the night
Your spell is so hard to break 
I get pissed off inside the fire
To hell with what you take
From me  
My soul
To hell with you

Just another memory that I don't wanna need
So take it back and keep it

Everything is gone
Love is breaking dawn
You come and you go
I know that you know the night's too slow

Love is breaking dawn
Everything is gone
You come and you go
I know that you know the night's too slow 
Over and over again 
Until it's time for you to leave

You took my hand and led me astray

Everything is gone
Love is breaking dawn

Love is breaking dawn
Everything is gone



Monday, November 16, 2015

Flowers For ISIS - By Carroll Bryant

FLOWERS FOR ISIS - By Carroll Bryant


A poor mans Hillary Clinton
Another Obama wannabe
No, wait! It's another bored monkey
Or a 21st century make believe hippy

Everybody seems to live for the chance
To tell someone else what to do
Or put them down
I'm a democrat and my shit doesn't stink
Tell them how to live their life like a clown

And they give flowers to the terrorists
A wink and a smile and blow a kiss to the wind
Flowers for the terrorists
It kind of makes you to never want to vote again
For communists

A white house painted black
Another wasted presidency
No, wait! It's a dog day afternoon
Holding hostage all of our normalcy

Everybody seems to give their advice for free
In the snarky way that they can only give it
And still put you down
I'm a democrat and my farts are environmentally green
Best I've ever smelt or you have ever seen

And they give flowers to the terrorists
A wink and a smile and blow a kiss to the wind
Flowers for the terrorists
It kind of makes you to never want to vote again
For the communists

They want an education that money just can't buy
Still blaming Bush and friends for everything
While sitting back and doing nothing
They can't wait to give you their best alibi
I think they've gone completely mad or absolutely crazy
Still blaming Fox and Friends
Nuts to the stupid end

A poor mans Hillary Clinton
Another Obama wannabe
No, wait! It's another bored monkey
Or a 21st century make believe hippy

Still blaming the previous administration

And they give flowers to the terrorists
A wink and a smile and blow a kiss to the wind
Flowers for the terrorists
It kind of makes you to never want to vote again
For the stupid communists
Socialists
Flowers for the terrorists







Thursday, November 12, 2015

Secrets Of My Songs #13 (Whispers Wind)

"Whispers In The Wind" was another "little sister" inspired song. The inspiration came one night while I was driving her and her best friend - at that time - home after gymnastics practice. The two girls were in the back seat talking about a boy my sister liked but never revealed this to the boy in question. Eventually, I just asked her, "So why don't you just tell him you like him?" And was that ever a foolish question. Her response was swift and direct. "I don't want to ruin a perfectly good friendship if he doesn't feel the same."

Okay, that kind of made a little bit of sense. But only a little bit. However, after dropping her friend off and getting my sister home, I ended up reflecting on that conversation later that evening and before you know it, I penned the words for the song with the music playing in my head. It also became the first song I ever worked on or had recorded in the studio. When I decided to start doing my songs and I had to pick the first one, this one was really the only one I could consider to record first.





Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Carroll's Journey: ONE MILLION VIEWS!

IT'S TIME TO CELEBRATE! 
 
ONE MILLION VIEWS EVERYONE!
 
THANK YOU SO MUCH!
 
 
 
 
 



 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 


 

 
 









 
 
 
AND IN LESS THAN FOUR YEARS!