Saturday, December 11, 2010

The Magic of

Whatever you're on, the sweater stays the same.
Make your holiday party worth it.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Two New experimental tracks by KIDS TV SHOW

"I don't claim to be a musician. I just like to create in ways i know how." - KIDS TV SHOW

 "Moved by Pandemonium" by Kids TV Show (Blog Source)
KIDS TV SHOW- Moved by Pandemonium by KIDSTVSHOW

"Manipura" by Kids TV Show (Blog Source)

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Indian Sandalwood

Little video I made for a song that's been way overdue for one. I <3 this song with all my heart.

A story of two lovers. Not sure if i want to cry or join in.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Pale Houses- I am Your Knife

  I am Your Knife- PALE HOUSES (Mat Cothran and iamyourholiness collaboration) by KIDSTVSHOW  

    Pale Houses was a collaboration with Mat Cothran from Coma Cinema and myself in Nov 2009. More than likely this will be the only one of the songs I'll be releasing with the exception of a remix for track 2 with a video. Would have loved to record more with Mat but we decided to part ways for reasons called life is beautiful and terrible and strange, so, with that in mind, i hope you enjoy the track!

***Sports Trivia- iamyourknife was my aol instant messenger name in 1998. It was later changed to iamyourholiness in 2003 when I began recording for the first time and is the name of all my solo projects.

Friday, November 26, 2010

(conversations) my love-hate relationship with love-hate.

i love you.
i hate you.

you mean the world to me.
you mean nothing.

i would have given you the world.
no, give yourself your own fucking world.

i just want to be with you.
i'm not even sure that's true.

i can't get you out of my head.
you scarred me pretty badly.

i miss the way you smell.
animal pheromones.

i accept you for who you are.
not the part that lies, obviously.

you write beautiful poetry.
most of what you say is bullshit.

i think you are gorgeous.
just before i remember your ugliness.

i want to give you my heart.
you shattered it the first time.

i think i'm in love with you.
only the thought of you.

i miss not having you in my life.
definitely for the best.

i learned so much from this experience.
i regret everything.

i wish we could have been more honest and direct with each other.
i was afraid and still am.

there is a first time for love.
Never thought it would be this way.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Sunday, August 22, 2010

pseudo joy giver

He melted away, and still has a smile on his face.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Thursday, June 10, 2010

thank you for shopping


'Hello anonymous...
Have you considered you may just be a tad bit sociopathic?'
Built it all up.
Worked too hard.
Image is important.
I care what people think.
I am a follower.
I am an illusory projection I truly wish I believed.
... How did you get in?

'It is me.
It's been 13,000 years since the last time we spoke.
I don't even know what they call you nowadays.
But i've come to show you something.'

'I have thousands of followers.
I can make babies with whomever i choose.
I tell them what they want to hear because it is what i want to hear.
If it is not what i want to hear
I demonize you until every part of me rises above your hell fire flames.
i am god.
and god is perfect.'

'but you are the fire...
the time bomb waiting to explode and massacre every existing emotion but anger and fear.
I saw it.
I smelled it.
deep down, that is what you know.
deep down, you're afraid of dying.
i'm sorry that i have to tell you this way, but you are a complete fake...

everyone was right.
You have become
It is impossible to go beyond the surface.
Any attempt will make you crack.
Issues hidden, somewhere between your spleen and your shadow.
the sound of truth is way too much for you.
i didn't come to destroy you.
but to remind you of who you are.

divorced from reality.
a fake peace.
a misguided dragon.
you chopped off his wings and consumed his fire.
gave him a smile.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Friday, May 14, 2010

Chaos Meets Bliss

the universe engraved it
on my pillow
and on my wrist.
i'd kiss it
and would fall into heaven
right before
i'd float into hell.
i never thanked you
because i was too afraid
to feel that good
when all i knew
was the havoc
that i'd open my mouth to.
i never knew you.
but i'm getting to know me.
i thanked every piece of the throat
that broke you down,
that broke me down.
i thanked every spirit of rebellion
that drove you away and sank right back into me.
i thanked every demon i felt i was
and every light she gave me
so that you too, could understand yourself.
i thanked the ground for splitting in two
and holding a promise that one day
i could be just as beautiful as you.                                                                                   

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Songs of Sleep from Pan and his Lover

You came suddenly, like a fork splitting a one way road.
Shit. I can't tell which path I'm on. Can you see me? 
It was like walking through a mirror. The glass shatters. Cuts my finger. I'm alright. 
I live. My bleeding is my personal ritual and reminder of my being human. 
We've both admitted to our addiction and our longings. The mirror is personified. 
Yes, it has a name. I've been trying to figure it out.
Again, I can't sleep at night. I'm too excited about tomorrow. What is tomorrow?
Are you there tomorrow? Are you there, now? Are you me, still?
Fragmented into a million pieces of dancing atoms, The light reflects off the broken glass.
I can see now.
Have we been swallowed by the labyrinth? the illusion of our divided being? 
You seem to be fine, in a strange way. We've returned to our broken homes; those planets in complete misunderstanding. But is that not the easy way out? is that not the antithesis of our purpose? Let's stick to what we know, yea. Let's deal with anything other than ourselves, that way we can live stress free, worry-less lives. 
Stop. Don't look at her. Don't pay any attention to that moon inside of you that speaks to you in dreams and reminds you which way is up.

She's lying.
I can smell it. 
Don't read this.
It's a freshly-scented female.
She carries your soul.
It would be too devastating to let go of your merry-go-round world to step into that part of yourself that sings you to sleep and wishes you weren't such a stranger.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Friday, April 9, 2010

The Beauty of Abandonment

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