Saturday, April 24, 2010
Where did we leave off?
Updates from the road? I made a $100 bet with Andrew, I can't cut my hair for six months. I'm still trying to convince Andrew to take me up on my counter bet, $1000 says that he can't eat/ingest his entire Blackberry cell phone over a 6 month period of time. I don't care how he eats it, he can even wrap the battery in a condom. Just as long as every single piece of the phone passes through his intestines. Anyone want to match me? Great times last night in Toledo. Buffalo today. Mandatory happiness.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
The Mirror Breaks
Did an interview with Mike Davies today for BBC Radio 1 Punk Show and ended up talking about this song. I love The Mob...
More Lyrics...
For those of you who are interested, here are the lyrics to "One By One" and "Bitter Divisions". Not sure if anyone out there will catch the reference, but if you're wondering, yes that is a Civil Disobedience (the Havoc Records band, not Thoreau) quote in "Bitter Divisions"...
One By One
I feel the ground moving under my feet, all I know is where I don’t belong.
I’m not interested in sticking around just for the sake of a good time.
Houses rotting from the the inside out and everybody’s pissed out of their fucking minds.
Are you seriously talking to me about community?
One by one, shoot off my fingers one by one.
Where do we go from here? Where do we go from here?
When the rebels lose the spirit of rebellion.
You’ve got nowhere left to go.
But I know I’m not alone.
We are defined by what we stand against and the weight of unfulfilled expectations. This culture that threatens to engulf you, is this anyway to go about fighting it?
I don’t want to be born again, I don’t need anybody to speak for me.
I’m not interested in humoring illusions or apologizing for the sake of sentiment.
One by one, shoot off my fingers one by one.
Where do we go from here? Where do we go from here?
When the rebels lose the spirit of rebellion.
You’ve got nowhere left to go.
But I know I’m not alone.
I feel the ground moving under my feet, all I know is where I don’t belong.
I’m not interested in sticking around just for the sake of a good time.
Houses rotting from the the inside out and everybody’s pissed out of their fucking minds.
Are you seriously talking to me about community?
One by one, shoot off my fingers one by one.
Where do we go from here? Where do we go from here?
When the rebels lose the spirit of rebellion.
You’ve got nowhere left to go.
But I know I’m not alone.
We are defined by what we stand against and the weight of unfulfilled expectations. This culture that threatens to engulf you, is this anyway to go about fighting it?
I don’t want to be born again, I don’t need anybody to speak for me.
I’m not interested in humoring illusions or apologizing for the sake of sentiment.
One by one, shoot off my fingers one by one.
Where do we go from here? Where do we go from here?
When the rebels lose the spirit of rebellion.
You’ve got nowhere left to go.
But I know I’m not alone.
Bitter Divisions
Transcendent fear in the 21st century. Lost in psychic dire straights. With our enemies decided and our battlefields celebrated, "we walk with faith not sight".
How can we heal these bitter divisions?
How can we overcome our mutual distrust?
How can we heal these bitter divisions?
How can we reconcile our differences?
Mass hysteria in an age of delusion. Intellectualism surrenders to ineptitude. No love lost, no love gained, no common understanding. Head strong and determined, self obsessed with calloused indifference.
How can we heal these bitter divisions?
How can we overcome our mutual distrust?
How can we heal these bitter divisions?
How can we reconcile our differences?
Transcendent fear in the 21st century. Lost in psychic dire straights. With our enemies decided and our battlefields celebrated, "we walk with faith not sight".
How can we heal these bitter divisions?
How can we overcome our mutual distrust?
How can we heal these bitter divisions?
How can we reconcile our differences?
Mass hysteria in an age of delusion. Intellectualism surrenders to ineptitude. No love lost, no love gained, no common understanding. Head strong and determined, self obsessed with calloused indifference.
How can we heal these bitter divisions?
How can we overcome our mutual distrust?
How can we heal these bitter divisions?
How can we reconcile our differences?
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Rotting Guts
It's the caffeine, I can't sleep because of the caffeine. So I give up trying to fall asleep for the time being and pour myself a glass of cheap wine. Last night I dreamt that I couldn't stop eating bits of chopped up guitar strings. I could feel all the metal weighing heavier and heavier deep in my guts, I knew it wasn't good, but I couldn't stop myself.