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It’s Okay

I wish you could realize I haven’t seen god
I saw a peace sign
PEACE SIGN,PEACE SIGN
on the sweet scar chest of the man I trusted to play my music
It was easier to digest than deity
But harder to understand than oblivion
But every tomorrow holds the inevitable empty depth of the nothing we are afraid to represent
There’s a persistence in my blood and the vampires couldn’t help but taste it
But in the end breath and body passes
Life passes
And it’s okay

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New-Dance Fashion Pit

Joy, joy,joy, joy, light and joy
High pitch prince of song solution
Sweat-through-shirt falsetto suburb pop deliverance
Fuck SUVs
Fuck gardens
Fuck garden gnomes
Fuck complacency
Praise abused, dream-drunk vocal chords
purge, purge away politics, the human disaster artist, skin-loose breath syphoner afraid to abdicate our throne
My beard never came in right,
I’ve had to pee for 20 minutes
Who’s on guitar
Epiphany is uncomfortable,
I remember reading about his grief…
I hope he feels me(us) here

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There’s a lotta revolution to take a piss

Holy Fuck-stick time-bomb
the avalanche
Light, light, light euphoria and sound paralysis
Where were you? Where were you?
Where are we for the big question?
I don’t know I’m sure, but the sound is mounting
Pink satin walls, pink satin walls
Do they bring their own lights and is a peach as sweet in every state?
In this moment I can swear to you I don’t know, but I know this isn’t good enough
And it won’t be

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Dressed Down and Ready for Fire

There’s no god, and he’s not in this basement, but there’s a band and that’s more than enough for me
You look so cool, when you won’t put your hands up
Joking
There’s not enough time in the rotting core of this nation, planet
To try to put posture in this crowd,
In Rock and roll,
In Kerosene laden Wednesday nights
No one gives a fuck if you’ll help light the spark
but once this thing blows there’s no turning back
Thank god
Why would you want to?

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All That’s Left Are Love Songs

I’ve been spending a lot of my time in dark rooms, watching people standing in the light
There’s a quietness, buried in their sound
As they stand trapped, by a captive audience
Affixed to the stage, mirroring back the energy we pour into the ether
Entertainers of the frightened, leaking masses
Teaching lessons of confidence wrapped in the shroud of vulnerability my family can’t help but keep passing down
But I know it’s love…
Love that holds them together as the world quakes around them
Love that whispers every name I’ve forgotten tonight
Love that finds it’s safe haven here with our people
Love set ablaze burning the reticence we forgot to let go of

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Show Alone

24, in a crowd staring down that new adrenaline
Era of punk releasing amp deaf riot on generation (fuck the letter)
Why has it been so hard to coax $12 out of friends to take part?
It’s turbulent in my psyche, I’m sure I’ll never get it
At least sure as fuck that I hope not
Things are passive for people, easily avoided in favor of a night of rest
Meanwhile future biographers contemplate suicide as they try to find something beyond sleep and solitude to enliven the success of man
It’s too young in this life to grow old, maturity is a poison noun that emboldens the risk averse with a sense of pride in their cowardice
I’ve come to learn that breathing fire will always burn the tongue
And it should
For how else will you remember the taste when you set your patch of earth ablaze
Ignited from your core, to light an effigy to every coming moment of your existence
So fuck it if you can’t come
In the end,
maybe you never had the spark to take part

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