PSYCHEDELIC CROQUET

six colors to play
no trees in the way
deciding the plan
starting the game

can you design me a path
red ball rolls into black
feels so good where I am

I don't know if I should send you
too far to come back
through the wicked greens and doors
to poison and forget the track

so whose turn is it now
to move colors around
winners finally crowned

I don't know if I should send you
too far to come back
through the wicked greens and doors
well that's just fine
we're just playing a game

Another in the works.

in the green
i will snake around
and live for a long time

in the trees
i will climb around
and live for along time

and it's easier
when i'm far away
i'll be close to having it all
currently i'm gone

on my feet
i can move around
and live for a long time

with the girls
i can fool around
and live for a long time

and it's easier
when i'm far away
and a new protector
was a give away for us all

and it's easier
when i'm far away
yeah it's easier
with light in eyes
and ears to hear you call

Composed on the piano

keep us closed
all alone
we will cover all our windows
just to dance a lot

just to run
the terrain
pleasantly we'll be loud
for a company we want

singing of the day
parking in a lot
and it doesn't make a difference where we're from

singing of the year
pulling us along
as we're holding tools that we don't use
i believe we're sorry, but we'll never lose

in the town
we're alone
but out here in the country
we have everyone

thinking up
same mistakes
making all the right things easy
keep it holding up our home

cause it will be here
then it will be gone
and it doesn't make a difference where we're from

singing of the year
pulling us along
and it's always something I can lose

and it's covered our excuse to keep it up
laughing when the victory is lost
with a group of common people that we've crossed
and that will do

This is the Time (and This is the Real Time)

waking and beginning
and driving on the line

as we sing of locations together

moving down the one way streets
and leaving things behind

with signs to remind us it's over
regretting how fast we have sped
cause we're always leaving
and saying so long
to the places on the way

now we're always talking
of our leavings on the line

as scientists dig and uncover
the ride that we spent on four legs
a number on an odometer

that we have barely turned
and soon we will be gone
forgetting all the songs that we sung
of locations that we thought to give a wave

waking and beginning
and driving on the line

as they sing of locations together

Subject Room

my private thoughts
wandering like women
who're intending to be lost

take me out to play
cause anything outside the earth
is countless miles away

so keep me occupied with socialized plans
deals on sultry packages and must haves

what you crave today
is a locked box full of things
you wish you didn't say

the same as me
so lets bring the smile out
we're wearing while we sleep
and have the thoughts we keep in our dreams

(chorus)
let me run in the pitch black
send me off on a jet pack
i've got nothing to take back
i meant to say that
(repeat chorus 2x)

take me far away
i always want the things
i cannot have or see today

with the stars so far
staying here just makes me want
wasted time guitar
and an evening at the bar

(chorus)
let me run in the pitch black
send me off on a jet pack
i've got nothing to take back
i meant to say that
(repeat chorus 3x)

I Kept the Monsters Away

(verse 1)
scared by a mirror
you don't want to face it
you cannot erase it

bought by a dollar
to play in the back yard
remembering old score cards
over the treetops
and into the neighbors lawn

(verse 2)
my one word purpose
is becoming a book now
so lets tear this page out

my life is clearer
without all that I wanted
so send me a postcard
for me to live through scenic lands

(chorus)
come old explorers away
bring all your toys
and your careless hairdos
I got you first now your out

(guitar solo)

(last verse)
living forgetful
with a test of a new bar
getting your business card
over the chain fence
and into the neighbors lawn

(chorus)
come old explorers away
bring all your toys
and your careless hairdos
I got you first now your out

I kept the monsters away
by simply repeating
that I don't believe in you
I don't believe in you
I don't believe in you (etc.)

New Song

Hold the tv set for us
blind keeping of our new shows
a stand using us
a reproduction plan

stares slightly over head
having it's brothers
living in the houses everywhere
fortune smiles on those who wait
they can wait a long time
now we can live without each other

Climbing the Christmas Ladder

This is a short story I wrote last christmas for a writers group in adrian. The challenge was for everyone to write a story about christmas. This was my attempt.

Climbing the Christmas Ladder.

By Jordan Schug

A flow of electrically charged particles, traveling close to the speed of light, are moving in what seems like countless numbers through these thin copper wires. Their speed is so fast that time must bend to compensate for their velocity. These particles, called electrons, age much slower than anything traveling at lower speeds. Their paths are guided, for the most part, by we human beings, who by comparison age extremely fast. Humans have created this electron highway, and have given these electrons a reason to flow through this wire. Human beings have made a lot of electron highways. And this particular electron highway is not unusual. It's a seasonal highway, and these constituent electrons find themselves careening through this plastic covered path. Along this path they are guided to through a strip of coiled tungsten. It heats up from these passing electrons and shines by its own light. This radiation emits from several filaments along the path in all directions. It would go unnoticed without eyes to see it, and forgotten without brains to know it. I have those eyes and brains. I have created this situation to please the pair.

The eyes have a simple task, to collect energy from the outside world and, consequently, beyond it. If they could stand alone, they would be taking information to nowhere. A conveyor belt with no destination. The eyes clearly didn't come first. Their information does go somewhere. A place that recognizes light, and recognizes a string of lights. It sees the shape that the many lights create when added together. And at times of darkness, the lights appear to float. Even though I can deduce that they are being supported, it can be fun to pretend. The brain is fascinated with these dots of light, perhaps the same way previous generations were fascinated by a starry night sky. I am pleased.

A rush of inferences comes to me. A string of questions are constantly being asked and answered, eventually creating what's called understanding. Why are these lights here? Someone put them there. Why did they put them there? It's an attempt to appeal to what fascinates you. Why would they want to fascinate me? Because this is the time of year where many people celebrate a holiday. What's a holiday? Who celebrates this holiday? Are there other forms of this celebration? One question leads to another, which leads to another. The natural function of the human brain. A vast network is being created. Eventually I can answer many questions about this holiday. And not just me either, we all have memories, we all interpret the same information in slightly different ways. But the similarities are far more present than the differences. Many people have celebrations huddled around this solstice. The day when the sun finally begins to rise. We've endured the winter so far, the sun will slowly travel higher now and will make us warm again.

I, and almost everyone I've met, know who Santa Claus is. So well in fact, that we could write an entire book about Santa Claus. Page after page of the Santa Claus story is sitting in our heads. From the Christian saint, to coca cola. I won't explain this to you reader, because I'm betting that it wouldn't be necessary. Because you understand English, and can read this, I think you know the story well enough. You may not know physics, but you almost certainly know Christmas. I simply need to remind you of what you already know: Stockings, coal, red and fuzzy white hats, mass, snow men, wrapping paper, trees, ornaments. I got that for Christmas last year. Did you get your shopping done yet? Dad's are always hard to buy presents for. Not a creature was stirring. I've been eating cookies for the past 4 days, I don't want to see a cookie again. The boy looked out the window, and saw his neighbor's display. There were a lot of presents this year. This is her 80th time celebrating Christmas. There are a lot of people out there celebrating Christmas.

Electrons.

The Know

This is one of the more recent songs I wrote. I wanted it to be psychologically powerful, but also rather simple. I read a book a little while back about religion, and there was a section on "strategic information" that caught my attention. It basically talked about how gods are usually beings who know all your secrets (strategic information). And that is a very powerful psychological tool that impacts many people into being good for god. I took the god part out and made it a social idea. So this is a simple idea that is loosely based on what I read:

(verse1)
Oh if you knew
the things I say
I talk of you
I do, I do

and if you knew
we lied to you
there's things we say
when you are gone
you don't know of
it's true

(verse2)
oh you won't know
quite what to change
or ever even
know to change

we quiet down
when your around
there's different things
to talk about
and I won't make a sound

(chorus)
of what we would change in you
while you speak so loud
or does it matter?
maybe you don't care
or you care too much
so close but out of touch

(Verse3)
oh if I knew
the things you say
of how I should change
I do, I do