Lyrics for the Rain

This is a song by Blu and Exile called "Dancing in the Rain." ...Perfect rainy night driving music; amazing poetry.

[Verse 1:]
It's six o'clock I'm hoppin' out of the bed
Rain fallin', callin' ex but my phoneline is dead
I guess my bills ain't paid
No ride to work for the day
Second option hop the bus but there's a traffic delay
My boss trippin' cause I'm runnin' late and ain't no excuse
When I'm about to be 22 without a whip I could swoop
Feel like I'm fixin to shoot my own dome with chrome to escape
Zonin' out cause workin workin out ain't worth what I make
My lady callin' buggin' always fussin' just cause we ain't ballin'
But it's hard because her cousin is fuckin' rich cause her husband's hustlin'
And I ain't fuckin touchin' nothin' but a mic
Five o'clock and off of work ready to go home and write
But I ain't got a buck to catch the bus, chillin' at the stop
Rain fallin' hard as ever and it's soakin' my socks
Fuck it, kick my kicks off and took off my jacket
Roll my jeans up beat up and my headphones blastin'
Blazed some weed up and started laughin'
While I'm splashin' in puddles like
Mothafuck a struggle we dancin' in the rain

[Chorus 1:]
Don't nobody wanna dance slow in the rain
Just move yo ass... just move yo ass
Don't nobody wanna liberate the way to the pain
Just move yo ass... just move yo ass

[Verse 2:]
Sometimes I hate takin trips to the lab
Got my pen and pad bookin' instrumentals in smash
Catch the bus regardless
Tryin' hard to be an artist
But my A&R be callin' me out my zone into his office
Bein' cautious cause he don't want my record to break
Askin' me how I think my projects progressin' and shit
I say cool but the truth is I'm stressin' a grip
Cause it's hard to make music when this depression exists
They say use it as inspiration, the best of them did
But as the Mc I can't handle this pressure for shit
And if you ask me stress is a bitch
My girl needs more attention
And my record label is desperate for hits
Now I'm pissed cause I'm gettin' out the zone again
Makes me start to dread when I see a microphone
It ain't supposed to be like that
I said I'll be right back
I left the office, got a phone and called my partner Jack
And I asked him, remind me why I'm rappin'?
And right before he answered I remembered my passion in the past
When I was scribblin' in my tablet to box out my mom and dads scrrappin'
To help me when my grandmother passed
Plus the many times I was homeless
And the times when I was broke
And this music made a way when I was hopeless
He told me to remember the rain, it'll diminish the pain
He told me not to ask him again cause I know

[Chorus 2:]
Don't nobody wanna dance slow in the rain
Just move yo ass... just move yo ass
Don't nobody wanna [x3]
Dance... slow... in... the... rain

"How Little Doth One Know"

Below is a poem I wrote on July 28, 2010, which happens to be my brother Billy's birthday. Three years ago on that day, my family left for Isle of Palms, SC to celebrate Billy's 40th birthday. It was a great trip, but I finally realized that a past relationship had truly concluded. Needless to say, the trip turned out to be rather introspective.

Brandon and I became regulars that week in the Banana Cabana where we creepily stared at the hostesses and drank cheap beer. Brandon also somehow got on stage with some members of Hootie and the Blowfish the last night in the Windjammer and played drums on "Gin and Juice."

I walked a lot that week, wrote, smoked lots of cigarettes, and drank lots of beer. But looking back, it was fun to be that emotionally vulnerable - lots of bad memories, but lots of good ones as well. It was a unique experience. On a side note, I also met a girl named Alex who now hates me. I have a way with women.

Anyhow, here is the poem.

How Little Doth One Know

It was this day - three years ago
when I was torn apart
I knew that you were finally through
prepared for a new start
It's odd remembering how I
had lost all my control
Alone I walked wishing I still
had access to your soul

It was this day - four years ago
before the tables turned
I could have ran, avoiding all
the troub'ling things I learned
Yet here I sit in twenty ten
and still I've no control
I pondered then, still ponderin'
How little doth one know

Lyrics and Video

Come back, baby. Come back, baby. I'm a liar
In my defense you had put me under fire
I envisioned you would travel like a boomerang,
but I threw you and your direction never changed

Oh my soul, I'm much too young to feel so damn old
my mind has began to corrode
We're privileged - we climb up under the Gay Street Bridge
and watch the fireworks explode

Feel it out
causing me
to scream and shout
for validity

I tend to use my whole body to talk to you

Video

I'm gonna try to get some people to visit my blogger site, so here is a video of me playing at my album release show back in June. Also..Papermoons is coming to town this Saturday (August 29th). They are so good. Come to Pilot Light to see them, Gamenight, and The Young.

An Awful Sound - You Just Don't from Evan Allan Shaver on Vimeo.

A Good Friday

I woke up late today, and Steve called me to see if we were going to go work out. Last night we had talked about going to Caleb's new crossfit gym, and I'm glad Steve called because I probably wouldn't have gone due to laziness. So, I met Steve there around 1:30, and Caleb whipped our muscles' asses. It was pretty awesome. That one workout got me hooked on that style of exercise. It made me feel really good, and set the tone for a good day.

As far as music goes, my solo album split with The Ashtray Life comes out next Tuesday, May 26th. I'm excited about it, but I still haven't booked an album release show. I've been trying, but nothing seems to be working out. Hopefully I'll nail down something. I want it to be a good show. Now it's time to work on booking for You Just Don't and Gamenight.

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I'm Josh. I play music and do many other things. I have many thoughts that never escape my mind. I'm going to attempt to release my thoughts with minimal censorship. We'll see what happens. And I'm spent.