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Name: John
Country: United States
State: Michigan
Metro: Grand Rapids
Birthday: 8/20/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: Guitar, Music, Movies, Baseball, Piano, Singing, Writing, Girls, Hanging Out, Hitting Deer... etc.
Expertise: Master of Useless Information, Traveling Minstril With a Permanent Address, Ladying... etc.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  Imake13
MSN: johnhoey86@hotmail.com
Member Since:
3/28/2005
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| I think Jesus checked his voicemail today and noticed the missed calls from me... I had mad blessings showered upon me.
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| I really need a job and a place to live... I really like this side of the state, but it has been slim pickings on both the job and housing departments.
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HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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| hmm... so this isn't really going to be an entry. I just want to know if anyone still reads this or wishes i'd update... cause my life has settled down enough where I might enjoy that. who knows.
peace love and happiness to you all,
John
P.S. I am incredibly dissapointed with every song on this album but Hands Held High... which really does things for me.
"Hands Held High"
Turn my mic up louder I got to say something
Light weights step to the side when we come in
Feel it in your chest the syllables get pumping
People on the street they panic and start running
Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming
I jump on my mind, I summon the rhyme, I'm dumping
Feeling the blind I promised to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways we marched to the drumming
Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping
F' that I wanna see some fists pumping
Miss something, take back what's yours
Say something that you know they might attack you for
Cause I'm sick of being treated like I had before
Like the stupid standing for what I'm standing for
Like this war's really just a different brand of war
Like it doesn't cater the rich and the fan and poor
Like they understand you in the back of the jet
When you can't put gas in your tank
These F'ers are laughing the way to the bank and cashing the check
Asking you to have the passion and have some respect
For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
In their living room laughing like "what did he say?"
Amen
In my living room watching but I am not laughing
Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen
World is cold the bold men take action
Have to react to get blown into fractions
Ten years old is something to see
Another kid my age drug under a jeep
Taken and bound and found later under the tree
I wonder if he thought the next one could be me
Do you see the soldiers they're out today
They brush the dust from bullet proof vests away
It's ironic at times like this you pray
But a bomb blew up the mosque yesterday
There's bombs in the buses, bikes, roads
Inside your market, your shops, your clothes
My dad he's got a lot of fear I know
But enough pride inside not to let that show
My brother had a book he would hold with pride
A little red cover with a broken spine
On the back, he handwrote a quote inside
When the rich wage war it's the poor who die
Meanwhile, the leader just talks away
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
Both scared and angry like "what did he say?"
Amen
With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
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| Holy crap an update!
I have decided that Xanga is the best way to let people know I'm still alive.
So here goes.
I'm living in Grand Rapids. I am looking for a job, which I have been doing for like 5 months... *sigh*
I am looking to start playing some small sets/shows again soon. I miss it.
I love having roommates who are just cool and laid back... like me... most of the time.
I'm the only one in my house under 21... It's annoying sometimes.
God has been really working in me as of late. I haven't felt this close to Him in a while. I feel like everything I am doing is working towards an eventual place he desires me to be in. Which is pretty darn cool.
I have $39.54 to my name.
I cleaned my entire kitchen from top to bottom last night, except the fridge... I figured all the dishes, the microwave, the stove and the floor were enough... someone else can get the fridge or it can wait till the mood strikes me.
I cleaned all of the trash out of my room yesterday and today I will pick up all the laundry and then move everything in from my car... I have been waiting to do this so I don't just make a bigger mess.
Jasyn lived with me over break and that made me happy.
I hung out with Nate and Charlie and even Xander a bit over break... I miss those guys.
Scott Porter is now married... how crazy is that? Wowzer.
Duff McAlpine will be the same person when he is 90... that's comforting. I missed Evan.
Lastly, my new years resolutions are to hang out with my roommates more and live cleaner.
So there is your update people.
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