| A Giant Real Without An Ity |
[18 Jan 2006|03:09am] |
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Myself 5 years from now, commonly called thoughts |
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I know the feeling
It is the real thing
The essence of the truth
The perfect moment,
That golden moment,
I know you feel it too
You can't refuse the embrace...
It's like the pattern below the skin
You gotta reach out and pull it all in
And you feel like you're too close
But
Fuck it
You swallow another dose
The pinnacle of happiness
Filling up your soul
You don't think you can take any more
You never want to let go
To touch the roots of experience,
The most basic ingredients
To see unseen glitter of life
And feel dirt, grief, anger, and strife
Cherish the certainty of now,
Because it kills you a bit at a time
Cradle the inspiration
It will leave you writhing on the floor
This is so unreal
What I feel
This nourishment
Life is bent
Into a shape
I can hold
A twist of fate
All my own
Just grit your teeth
Make no sound
Take a step away
And look around
Just clench your fist
And close your eyes
Look deep inside
Hypnotize
The whisper is
But a shout
That's what it is
All about
Yes, the ecstasy
You can pray,
You will never let it slip away
Like the sacred song that someone sings through you...
Like the flesh so warm that the thorn sticks into...
Like the dream one day you know will come to life...
Try to hold on just a little longer.....stronger
It's the jewel of victory
The chasm of misery
And once you have bitten the core
You will always know the flavour
A split second of divinity
You drink up the sky
All of heaven is in your arms
You know the reason why
It's right there, all by itself
And what you are, there is nothing else
You're growing a life within a life
The lips of wonder kiss you inside
And when it's over the feeling remains
It all comes down to this
The smoke clears, I see what it is
That made me feel this way
This is so unreal
What I feel
Flood and sell your soul
Feel the blood
Pump through your veins
Can't explain
The element
That's everything
Just clench your fist
Close your eyes
Look deep inside
Hypnotize
Yes, the ecstasy
You can pray
YOU WILL NEVER LET IT SLIP AWAY
Like the echoes of your childhood laughter,
Ever after
Like the first time love urged you to take it's guidance,
In silence...
Like your heartbeat when you realize you're dying,
...But you're trying
Like the way you cry for a happy ending...
I know
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[04 Jan 2006|04:00pm] |
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Emperor - In The Nightside Eclipse |
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The crushing burden of loneliness and isolation finally rolled off my back, the solitude of imagination spills out onto the bed like vultures in heat; theres another like me. onec again i try to close the page beause i dont like where this is gonig, but im just gonna type as i think, and you all can fuckin read what you want. SO long since I was here, so long sinced I've touched a heart of color, so long since ive been rewarded....hopefully, with chaos and punishment, the release of my unclean desires. So many new things I feel approaching, so much impatience finally being set free, can only mean one thing: something is falling off of the table; balance is shifting and welcome. I'll probably be homeless, or maybe ill just get hurt, but regret I've banished from my dominion.
ecstasy, euphoria, power, helplessness, desperation, desire, pain, creation, exploration, domination, the last horsemen are on their way, descendence into rapturous enlightenment begins.
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| Upon the Instruments of Death, the Sunlight Brighly Gleems |
[21 Nov 2005|10:28pm] |
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King Crimson - In The Court of the Crimson King |
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"Call her moonchild
Dancing in the shallows of a river
Lovely moonchild
Dreaming in the shadows
of the willow
Talking to the trees of the
cobweb strange
Sleeping on the steps of a fountain
Waving silver wands to the
night-birds song
Waiting for the sun on the mountain
She's a moonchild
Gathering the flowers in a garden
Lovely moonchild
Drifting in the echoes of the hours
Sailing on the wind
in a milk white gown
Dropping circle stones on a sun dial
Playing hide and seek
with the ghosts of dawn
Waiting for a smile from a sun child"
circa 1969
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[31 Oct 2005|09:39pm] |
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Emperor - Into The Infinity of Thoughts |
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Orgy of silence, conspiracy of peace.
Only the sound of the cold northern breeze.
Twinsun sink fading behind the black lake.
Asleep is the mountains, yet the night is awake.
Strange is the night. Now black stars rise.
And many Moons circle through silent the night.
Along the black mountainside, scattered
by the campfires awaiting the dawn.
Two times a hundred men in battles.
Tried by the steel in the arrow, axe and the sword.
By battle worn, hunger torn, awaiting
for the Sun to break through the cold haze
and for the banners of Ebal to appear
on the hill in the Sun's first warm rays.
The elder among the men looked deep into
the fire and spoke loud with pride.
Tomorrow is a fine day to die.
Now the morning advance from far East.
Now the Sun breaks through dustclouds and haze.
Now a forest of spears appears on the hill
and steel shines bright in the Sun's first rays.
Die.
Die.
Die.
- Quorthon
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| Hope You Can See This |
[24 Oct 2005|01:30am] |
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 Guilty, Apologetic |
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Yes, we have the audio,
Amassing barriers,
I oughtta know,
For I've taken pulls until it's aerial,
And yes, contest with the best monetary order,
You get the daughter.
You can murder it,
If you've heard of it,
Or you've purchased it in the showroom
But that's not part of it
Or at least not part of the book 'cuz i've read it
And as for the film, I have seen it,
Oh and i mean it.
I am the prodigal son of involuntary order
or shit, I taught 'em...
On a strange man, from a strange land,
Near japan trots a dog of war
Who is sorting overzealous razorwire wristbands
And he's the bees knees.
And if he sneezed, please, oversee this slight oversight for which he'll fight,
Granted tonight's the night.
And if you feel it, well then, alright,
Conceptual continuity,
Driven stewardly.
I'm through with thee.
My focus on the parody is new to me.
You're digging holes like you've forgotten how to swim,
And taking orders like you're my daughter.
I like the night, if you like the night,
I love the night, if there's a general on my right.
Boy what have you become? You've become undone,
and boy I've been there,
A coward in the face of what you stood for,
I'm dirt poor and still I've stood more,
'Cause tonight's the night and if you feel it alright, well,
Would I lie to you?
Yeah I'd like to...
Over and over,
Over and over,
Stand there laughing,
But what for?
Well...
I never eat the stomach, no,
Because you never know,
What's your prey's prey and what's its sign,
Astrological, anatomical, in the name of art,
Hosannah's form,
Lipstick on the collar of a wed man,
Comical...
Mystery travels in pairs,
I ride sidecar
And I love comany
And where is the daybreak from this daterape?
Please step back as i placate;
History's mystery fizzling, sizzling, shimmering, glicering, glistening in the light,
You'll get your rocks off but you can't stop, girl tonight,
Would I lie to you?
Yeah I'd like to...
Over and over,
Over and over,
Stand there laughing,
But what for?
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| New TMV DVD!!!! |
[13 Oct 2005|10:53am] |
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The Beatles - She Came In Through The Bathroom Window |
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Tuesday, November 8th, The Mars Volta will release scabdates.
scabdates will feature renditions of Volta tracks recorded live over the course of 2003-2005 touring in support of this year's Frances The Mute and 2003's De-Loused In The Comatorium, drawn out to their epic, endurance-defying lengths, making for a 74-minute sampling of the Mars Volta live experience, with packaging featuring the photography of longtime Volta collaborator Danielle Van Ark. Scabdates was assembled, produced and mixed by Omar A Rodriguez-Lopez. All music by Omar A Rodriguez-Lopez, all lyrics by Cedric Bixler Zavala, and performed by The Mars Volta. The track listing for scabdates is as follows:
abrasions mount the timpani
take the veil cerpin taxt
a) gust of mutts
b) and ghosted pouts
caviglia
concertina
haruspex
cicatriz
a) pt I
b) pt II
c) pt III
d) pt IV
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[24 Sep 2005|09:45am] |
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Agents of Oblivion - Big Black Backwards |
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deep as the terrible sky
that you fell from
this terrible beauty is born
dethroned
I haunt the saltmines
a living wound
living, breathing wound
deep was the ocean and wide
that I slither from
terrible beauty is born
dethroned
I haunt the saltmines
a living wound
living, breathing wound...
I fucking hate cops, all they are is assholes
I know man, whats the matter?
They just mad cause we get more pussy then they do?
Damn you rabbit, you smell like fuckin piss!
You can kiss my ass!
I hate rabbits...
Fuckin rabbits!! Get his ass!!
* shots fired *
I don't like rabbits comin to my fuckin house I kill'em!
I got him!
No you didn't!
Yes I did!
He looks like a queer rabbit!
That faggot he can kiss my ass!
Wabbits are queers! They always gotta shit on themselves!
Look at the little fag bunny!
Fuckin rabbit! I'm sick and tired of it!
This shitty ass rabbit stinks! He smells like...pussy!
He smells like the asshole! Motherfucker!!
Smells like wetback dick!
HE SMELLS LIKE A BUL-A BULLSHIT!!
Is it dead?
Iont know but I'm bout to make sure.
* more shots fired *
I wonder if hes dead...
Hate fuckin' rabbits...
Wonder if its got any money? Check its pockets.
don't even got that much meat on'em.
Come on lets go man, who gives a shit about rabbits
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| Just For The Record, Just So You Know |
[09 Sep 2005|01:21pm] |
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Handsome Boy Modeling School - Greatest Mistake |
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I'm alive and well, none of my shit got fucked up. Boring but unusual mostly-drunken powerless pot search zombie attack week was a nice change from the normal, but I'm glad to see televisions curling people back up into their air-conditioned homes and pretending that their neighbours don't exist. Hope none of you went through too much trouble.
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| So Heres The Thing |
[27 Aug 2005|02:28am] |
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Deftones - Headup (Feat. Max Calvera, Live) |
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October 3rd, 1995 one of my FAVORITE ALBUMS EEEEVVVVEEEEEEEERRRRR came out, it was Deftones first LP and Major Label debut, Adrenaline. It was the first Deftones album I ever heard and one of the first Rock albums I ever got into, and its still one of the most important to me. Everytime I hear it I think of how hard these guys worked their asses off to get that album done and it turned out so beautiful, how hard they worked to sell it (it sold 200 I hope one day I can pull something like that off.
To mark the 10th Anniversary of this amazing LP, the band is releasing a B-Sides and Rarites CD/DVD compilation. Check it out!
CD:
01 - "Savory" (Jawbox Cover) (Feat. Jonah Matranga of Far/Gratitude)
02 - "Wax And Wane" (Cocteau Twins Cover)
03 - "Change (In the House of Flies) (Acoustic)"
04 - "Simple Man" (Lynyrd Skynyrd Cover)
05 - "Sinatra" (Helmet Cover)
06 - "No Ordinary Love" (Sade Cover) (Feat. Jonah Matranga of Far/Gratitude)
07 - "Teenager" (Idiot Version)
08 - "Crenshaw Punch" / "I'll Throw Rocks At You (Around The Fur B-Side)"
09 - "Black Moon (White Pony B-Side)"
10 - "If Only Tonight We Could Sleep" (The Cure Cover)
11 - "Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want" (The Smiths Cover)
12 - "Digital Bath" (Acoustic)
13 - "The Chauffeur" (Duran Duran Cover)
14 - "Be Quiet And Drive (Far Away)" (Acoustic)
DVD:
01 - "7 Words"
02 - "Bored"
03 - "My Own Summer"
04 - "Be Quiet And Drive (Far Away)"
05 - "Change (In The House Of Flies)"
06 - "Back To School (Mini Maggit)"
07 - "Digital Bath"
08 - "Minerva"
09 - "Hexagram"
10 - "Bloody Cape"
11 - "Engine No. 9" (Live)
12 - "Root" (Live)
"Never-before-seen footage" of the band will be interspersed throughout the aforementioned music videos and the liner notes for the CD portion will feature a track-by-track commentary written by all five band members. You can hear a few of the tracks over here.
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[13 Jul 2005|10:32pm] |
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Among the tattered dwelling of the new found home, in the furthest cramped corner sat the shell of a goat head strangled in copper wire, scraped of it's insides, unwashed behind the ears, fuming it's crooked names spoken on hinges.
To a thinning cowlick's fat his crippled limp, dragging along the hump of the floor. Sobbing from the smacking mouth of the demagogue wells, making wisecracks, spilling from the corners with their pink flinches, second glancing their every move.
It ate pickled nose cartilage that fell from the ceilings, a porkskin drizzle unnerving the humans, while it read aloud from it's favorite books, in glossylalia slang and hierospecks truths, following a slow and patient wait, a mocking their hair as it was glued to their upper lip combover.
Under the wall, the chips smeared by faithfully talking the magnum fanatics and their bottles of scalp soup.
They cooked up a tardis smudge on their eyes, a lunar antidote that powdered underneath the oncoming pestilence of their idling fingers.
It wrote them a seance, penetrated their every dependant desire.
It hacked off the central headpiece to the collective.
It wrote them a message in the marrow of the knife, with the extension of backward* transfusion.
Glued to the animals, perversions of their former selves, patiently biting their fingernails looking for a clue.
As soon as it failed to appear, the faithful fell under the spell of public execution.
It had been an eternity filled with ritual, and all for nothing, promising salvation, but only flags came swarming around for a better taste.
What was left were the scraps, dressed in animal skin, defiled servants holding their breath, fatherless culprits blaming their kin, waiting for an answer.
They thought the day would come, or a giraffe might choke in midair squeal, some sort of indication.
Only it was the hands of the followers that had left their markings in neatly packed dunes filled with the decapitated remains, found sealed in sand.
It only stained the conscious for a brief moment, then came disgust.
Realizing there was nothing to it, people began collapsing in collective states of drought.
Palm-size vents heating in the chest, cluttering the graph, a bladder full of remains.
Nothing became of them because nothing was the reason, an apathetic display dripping into vats of obesity.
The feud had been sucking teeth for some time now, but the only baggage that paraded about was the curtain epidermis unfolded in an inebriated suit.
The fit came suffocating, feathering the boa-constricted paleness, frostbitten, and shovel-faced.
It came before them in utter confidence, flares of pink owls in the nest of albino eyelids blinking out chemical obscurities to the blind.
It bloomed into a hemmorrhaged contraption that impopulated the disenchanted, one by one.
All the churches were converted into quarantine facilities, inside them grew bacterial stubble compacted by larvae, contracting and teething.
A newborn litter degradively sufficient, running from the horse collarbone, amongst the murmuring femurs wimpering in fractures.
"Are you the polaroid shot you thought you were?", it said with a coy smirk.
With the position now vacant, it waltzed right in and made itself at home.
Seduced by the empty nominations at the altar of broken ballot boxes, closer to that nothingness that everyone seemed to embrace.
As it pissed all over them, the sigh of relief steamed off the soaking depressants, an impending sleep was on it's way.
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| Actually, This Means Alot To Me If That Means Anything To You |
[16 Jun 2005|03:16pm] |
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Poison The Well - Pleasant Bullet |
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This morning when I awoke from the cushioned coils,
Eyes pouring their little hearts,
It didn't feel normal waking here,
Religiously thinking the same black thoughts.
As always you weren't lying next to me,
with that smirk on your face right then.
Were you giving me the images constantly flickering?
I'll take the advice passed down.
I see you on your side, bad luck.
Starlit nights when I awoke from the cushioned coils,
Eyes pouring their little hearts,
It didn't feel normal.
Nightmares stop reality, thinking the same black thoughts.
And this is the last time I'll be confused or compromise my emotions.
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[13 Jun 2005|10:35am] |
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The Doors - Wintertime Love |
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Morning found us calmly unaware
Noon burn gold into our hair
At night, we swim the laughin' sea
When summer's gone
Where will we be
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| HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!1 |
[23 May 2005|10:02pm] |
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NINE INCH NAILS IS SET TO HEADLINE THIS YEARS VOODOO FESTIVAL!!! HEEEEELLLLL YEAH!!!
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| I'm Bored So... |
[23 May 2005|04:50pm] |
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Poison The Well - Grain Of Salt |
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Lately I've been reading alot of lyrics to crazy bands I could never hear. Check this shit out:
"He laid emeralds in her eyes,
oh, but I'd already tried,
a bracelet made of gold
and scarlet thread around her wrist.
and everything was wrong, so we sang sentimental songs,
Oh how seldom we belong, but how elegant our kiss;
and we painted crooked lines, but we danced in perfect time,
to a love so much refined, we know not what it is,
until like a dullen wine we pour into a grief we know before,
but never quite like this, NEVER quite like this.
All I know now is regret, it follows like a silhouette,
along the cobblestone behind me, but she has left nothing to say
except to innocently ask, a voice as delicate as glass,
"Do you see me when we pass?"
but I continue on my way."
- from Norma Jean's "Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste"
"Dear, I'll stay gold just to keep these pasts at bay
To keep the loneliest of the nights from claiming you
and to keep these longest day from waking you
For I felt the greatest of winters coming
and I saw you as seasons shifting from blue to gray
Thats where the coldest of these days await me
and distance lays her heavy head beside me
There I'll stay gold, forever gold"
- Converge, "Concubine"
more later probably
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| May 21, 2005 |
[22 May 2005|10:06am] |
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Taproot - Facepeeler (new song!!) |
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- Best night-that-didn't-involve-a-concert EVER!
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