February 2012
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Inky bruises punched into the sky by bolts of light and then leak across the body of tonight. While rain and thunder drop and roll, then stop short of a storm Leave the air stuck with this waiting to be born. As I stand before an unresponsive automatic door, just another door that won’t open for me anymore… the exit red gets brighter then blinks off, presses me into the crumpled dark.
I’m aware that the roads here are not properly paved
the cement is cracked with pot-holes, white lines nearly invisible
and when it rains here, the streets flood up to your knees
What a town my relatives are from, what a god-forsaken town
the kids are all out diving into the streets, wide-eyed in happiness
playing with the cats that cradle their infants underneath floorboards
My...
And if I could just lie here, silently
And listen to the hum of my fan, I would
The white noise lulls me into sleep
it’s much like your breathing
but I refuse to give you such a ghostly misrepresentation.
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Now, I’ve lost it completely. A lot of people think you are beautiful. How do I feel about that? I have no feeling about that. I had a wonderful reason for not merely courting you, it was tied up with the newspapers. I saw secret arrangements in high offices, I saw men who love their worldliness, even though they looked through big electric telescopes, they still thought their worldliness...
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Don’t matter if the road is long, don’t matter if it’s steep. Don’t matter if the page is gone, it’s written that we’ll meet. I loved you when you opened like a lily to the heat, and I’ll love when it closes, a thousand kisses deep. I know you had to lie to me, I know you had to cheat. You learned it on your father’s knee and your mother’s...
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He wants to write a love song
An anthem of forgiving
a manual for living with defeat.
And most of all, I just want to remember you. Everything is just so minuscule; all of our memories, our time, our brain, our spine. You keep on heading in this linear direction your whole life without any real thought to what detail is unfolding in front of you. This consistent beating of life, flowing like a raging river, people teeming and shuffling, running into each other, stealing unfaithful,...
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Most nights I just throw a movie in the VCR and fall asleep on the couch and wake up tired. I try not to miss you, but I don’t try very hard. I remember stopping by a long time ago, heard you inside playing piano. I sat down on the front step and listened through the window.
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this song gets me.
Person: How many people did you kiss last night?
Me: 4?
Person: Were any of them girls?
Me: No...
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WatchMy brother and his wife documented the trip they took to Yellowstone for their honeymoon. It’s wonderful. I felt like I should share it. My brother is super talented.
you’ll always be as beautiful as the moment that we met.
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“Scattered throughout the box were forgotten photos of himself as a young boy. He’d read once how each cell in the body replaces itself and dies as the years pass, how everyone is slowly reconstructed out of continuously changing pieces. It depressed him how foreign the pictures seemed to him now, how his ridiculous ingrown cells had long ago stolen this happy dead kid’s identity...
I can never express how I feel if it isn’t in song form. And if I do, it’s never enough. I hardly know what I think anymore. It’s all unsorted, whiny gibberish these days.
WatchMy friend Farah and I recorded this song months ago. It’s now seeing the light of day. COOL.
January 2012
39 posts
WatchProbably the most cathartic song I’ve ever written.
In the equations, we were suppose to keep moving I’ve lost a lot of things this year, I know. and you said that you were afraid to die I was afraid to die, too. And to be buried with these sunsets I just couldn’t take my eyes off of you It’s just that these glowing embers know that when the day ends it will become home...
WatchMy new band has a song up. Cool.
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“I had no motives, no incentives to exert myself, no duties. Life tasted horribly bitter. I felt that the long-standing disgust was coming to a crisis and that life pushed me out and cast me aside. I walked through the grey streets in a rage and everything smelt of moist earth and burial… How had I, with the wings of youth and poetry, come to this? Art and travel and the glow of ideals—and...
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“Who wouldn’t want to snuggle up next to this business on a Sunday morning,...”
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There were foreign lights shining from the trees...
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“Men don’t get knocked out, or I mean they can fight against big things....”
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“She speaks like raging tides against the coastline. I’m rendered ragged by...”
New song from Taylor and I.
Put this together for mine and other’s birthdays. http://www.facebook.com/events/268904969841163/ COMEOUT!
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Bad Banana-Crushfield Demo →
badbananaband:
Here is our full demo for download. Enjoy! We’ll put up a link to order tapes of this same demo later this week. Awesome.
This is super awesome