|Where do we go when we go to college? |
I am not talking about physically, but more mentally and spiritually. Do you ever look back at this place you used to call "home" and see how much it has changed. I was just thinking about AP.net and how much I still love this site. Sure I don't frequent the forums much anymore, never look for all the gossip about bands, but I still visit almost everyday. Do you ever think about how old we have gotten here on AP.net? I mean when I started coming to this site I was a freshman in highschool and now I am a junior in College. What the heck man.
I guess I was thinking about how much this place, and myself have changed. I don't really listen to much of the music that is advertised or reviewed here, but there are still those bands that this place holds in its heart the same as me. It makes me smile to see this place that nurtured my high school musical education try to keep up with my college catalog.
I guess what I am saying is...Nothing.
I am just happy about the new Bad Books release.
|take what I have to give |
ignore what I may say
but please don't step on me
please I beg you giant king
I am but a jester in your court
sing cute songs about nothing
Hope to win your favor and trust
never to get anywhere or anything
I will speak quietly while your queen sleeps
nights will be solum and mournful till the next
come daybreak we will dance once again
dance in the rays, in the scene of rapture.
|If we could see the dimension of time|
It would be the old gym rope you used to climb.
The one that was black
with the stains
of recycled rubber race track.
The track you used to run for hours,
the time where you thought about
clocks as antiques to the new use of
Something equal and opposite,
just as forward as it is backward.
Most stars see you grow new brain material
just as much as you lose old.
You tug on that rope, and you
make an old man with graying hair
and a suit of sewn tweet, break focus.
The yells of balance are back and forth;
the sweat for one side could slip and would
end up a chain gang dancing to the earth.
Why is it that whenever I breath in
Noxious fumes, I breath out pepsi cans?
All fit for recycling in the machine enterprise.
My body is a poorly constructed mannequin
with a jagged wooden palm,
poised to cut and tear through
any cheek that seeks solace in my arms.
We are a conquest of your body,
a seminal fluid inside of your shoes
you slide in and we are there lubricating
impregnating your every step.
Father protect her from the the conquistador.
He comes to take her to his palace,
Fuck me, Hate me, Impregnate me
With all the ideals of the common-folk.
Empty vessels for filling up with information,
but the outdated way of improvising religion.
(on) then we (off) signal (on) using (off) 1's and 0's.
The body begins to fill up, with residents of all kinds.
Soon there are records of past visitors in the attic,
alongside an old man with one candle at a desk.
We cannot find that man, he is hiding in the code,
we cannot lose him, he is the tether to the soul.
The blue gem that pulses way in the sky,
far out of sight for the likes of human eyes.
The red gem stays in the brick hearth of the house.
It pulses strong to keep all of the residents warm.
We are still looking for the old man with one candle.
He was hiding near the femur, but he heard
us coming down the hall and jumped
out the window.
|Brand New Sowing Season
|Today a hipster I know wrote about how he loved brand new when he was younger and how their albums never hit him as a whole, but single songs always did. He went on to mention Jesus Christ for The Devil and God and then mentioned another song for Daisy... He said sowing season was his standout track from Daisy, and then posted the acoustic Daisy session where they played Sowing Season. |
Goddamn it hipsters....
|Tags: Brand New, Sowing Season, lol
|Sitting inside a cage of weathered stone |
Guarding a source of life for any mans taking
Watch the green thumbs corrode alone
Our wounds will always seal then begin cracking
Oh, when we die we will be swallowed up by the sea
But we will survive if we just keep swimming
I feel the growth of the leaves in the trees
Something for so long now foreign to me
A life that is riddled with cold and disease
A life I am not yet ready to give up, please save me.
Oh, When we die we will be swallowed up by the sea
But we will survive is we just keep swimming
A moment stops
The earth erupts
I am dying
The Fisher King.
|Tags: fisher king
|Dead Flag Blues.
|The car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel |
And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
And a dark wind blows
The government is corrupt
And we're on so many drugs
With the radio on and the curtains drawn
We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
And the machine is bleeding to death
The sun has fallen down
And the billboards are all leering
And the flags are all dead at the top of their poles
It went like this
The buildings tumbled in on themselves
Mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair
The skyline was beautiful on fire
All twisted metal stretching upwards
Everything washed in a thin orange haze
I said, "Kiss me, you're beautiful..
These are truly the last days"
You grabbed my hand and we fell into it
Like a daydream or a fever
We woke up one morning and fell a little further down
For sure it's the valley of death
I open up my wallet
And it's full of blood
|Tags: Godspeed You! Black Emperor
|I always fail, when I think I am going to write I never do. I am going to South By Southwest this week for Scope (the place I work for that puts on shows). I am really excited, are there any bands I should try and go to? |
One day I will make a substantial post.
|First Real Show
|Today we are going to play our first real show, on a real stage, with real equipment, where we can hear ourselves. |
I am so excited, and a little nervous, I want to give everyone there the best show ever.
This is my wishing myself good luck.
P.S. FYS FTW.
|Come Pick Me Up (personal)
|It's just one of those nights where all you want to do is wallow in your self pity. You just keep going through all your life looking at where you went wrong and how everything is just as dark as when you put the light out. Sometimes you think that you could change things if you could go back, sing her to sleep, say what they needed to hear, but you can't. |
You just have those headphones on, those same ones that make you feel alright. You start hearing verses of song, those songs that make you feel okay, those words that mean so much. You want to drink, drink till you can't feel, drink till it's okay to cry because no one can control themselves when they are that far gone. You taylor your own heartbreak because you think yours is special, when it fits other hearts just the same.
(come pick me up, take me out, fuck me up, steal all my records)
|Tags: Ryan Adams
|Check out these things. |
Scary, No Scary- Zachary Schomburg (book)
Broken Bells- S/T (music)
All I have been doing lately is eating hot pockets and reading War and Peace.
I can feel myself getting fat. In other news I got War All The Time finally, I have had how well you walk,
but finally got this gem and cannot wait to pick through it.
Other than that nothing, I am doing school that is all.
Getting heavy into surrealism.
|Tags: broken bells, poetry
|War & Peace...
|Is the reason I do not blog a lot lately. The class requires 300 pages a week, Geeesh. I will make quality posts soon enough I promise. |
(things I am listening to)
-Corine Bailey Rae- The Sea
-Sigur Ros A lot of Sigur Ros.
|The day you left |
Was the day my heart died
I buried it in a shoe
It didn't look the same
As when I had put
Now the only emotion
I think I am feeling
Is just the wind
It blows down to the south
Where you are in amber fields
Holding your hands together
Asking me where I am
With your eyes
I am on an airplane
Heading for the ocean
Drifting to the horizon
Looking at your picture
I see the outline of your
Did you do that for me?
|ah just tell me what you think.
|You cannot blame the old for being old |
The soldiers for not sparing the lives of men
The winter for a hailstorm of harshness and cold
A bear for killing what may enter his den
You will have to forgive us for it is our nature
We are self serving but never self assured
We will always look to you for a kind gesture
Only to fail you with the falsehoods of our words
For all of those words that this world can offer
We will never find the perfect ones to explain
How we truly feel when we sleep inside our coffin
Because that truth is too wretched to say.