conservative comedy propaganda

Soooo I had a first last night around three am, I watched a movie with a conservative agenda and enjoyed it. Anyone who has watched american carol knows what I'm talking about. I hate bill o'reily with a passion but he was okay in this film. Kids go watch this movie it's funny as hell. Screw the conservatives, but watch this movie. Kudos to those facists for making something funny.

CRH
LFT

to all the pagans and nonbelievers

Maybe you're right, but please forgive the christians for being so boastful about their god. I'm not saying I don't believe in jewsus and that whole shibang. I just write from an objectional point of view. I just think about it sometimes late at night, what if instead of one person being right and the rest being wrong, what if we're all right? What would be so bad about that? why can't anyone ever propose that?


I want to be positive and optimistic. I know I can do it, but it's a bum out that everyone else is intent on being shitheads.


Charles H.
LFT

earwork

I've been trying to check out as many bands as possible on my "list"(the list is compromised of bands i have overlooked, never quite had a chance to check out, or bands I've heard about but put it off. )So the past week or so has been a crazy storm of earwork ranging from the pleasing and the not so pleasing. new discoveries include the discography of jawbreaker, rites of spring, and godspeed you! black emperor. I also am thinking about getting debtor's stuff. It makes me feel pretty dumb to find this music i previously overlooked. It's like looking at toulouse-lautrec's paintings for the first time. it's almost too flawed to enjoy and then it slowly works at you till you understand the flaws are not flaws but wrinkles, smile lines, freckles, etc. On a real note, it excites me to hear good music and I've been kind of dancing around it lately, life is doing me a solid. thank god for good music, and i guess thank satan for letting bands like mest,  katy perry, and angels and airwaves for making my favorite bands seem like jesus walking across the proverbal sea of heartless tunage.

favorite cd's of 2008

Polar bear club - sometimes things disapear
Paint it black - new lexicon
New found glory - tip of the iceberg ep
Blacklisted - heavier than heaven, lonelier than god
H20 - nothing to prove
Conor oberst - conor oberst
Cursed - 3
Have heart - songs to scream at the sun
New verse
Hostage caln - lens

yesterday, there were marching bands in my legs, now, there's broken drum sticks in my feet

novel vision fades with real life attitude
like the letters on my old street's graffiti
Now I wave at the travelers passing by
but I remember a boy dreaming of being wild
there used to be a marching band in my legs
cheering me on as I take each step
now there's broken drum sticks strewn in my feet
I hear god's stride like a wooden floor's weighted creak
give me answers, give me clues
give me anything, what am I to you
I'm a horse to break, a hen to produce
I'm a fly in the coffee, struggling to die
summer was cruel for a wayward kid
a lonely sanctum for two to three months
but as soon as it arrived it was handing out goodbyes
we were left to figure ourselves out in plain sight
Christmas had less martyr than an average holiday
but they treated it kindly, said their prayers
we consumed like we were told, flew the seasonal colors
but were left as lonely as before

sebacious(the real song)

I'm physically busting at the seams
from the 22 years of eating
they shovel in the grief
and I swallow and gorge politely
I'm physically making myself sick
pale skin as torn and green as my eyes
I want to push the plate away
but I keep waiting for seconds
Give me strength whoever is in control
Am I waiting for no one? Am I just weak?
I'm emotionally vacant forever
suspended and detached from life
I can only dream of ordinary
and speculate what you feel like
I'm emotionally stale like sun fried grass
a canopy for the living
if I had a chance to breathe
I wouldn't know what to do with it
Give me strength whoever is in control
Am I waiting for no one? Am I just weak?
Defamation at my chubby finger tips

Dine In Tax

rest our name and reputation on the shelves

don't debate it, the bank doors open at nine am

neuter my heart for the clearance rack by the door

when they leave, we'll move units and opinion will drift

cork the argument, just promise your commercial best

slosh through the chords to find the familiar, find the familiar

if this dream had any dead president on either side

It'd be a smirking george Jr.
They've fell asleep on the trigger
we're making sure we pay the dine in tax
You can have your fast food lifestyle

I need something clean and fresh
auto-tune the gravel in my throat to spit pure sugar
fumble my lifeblood cause I care little for guitar
I only play my greed compass to sniff out the cash in
let's choreograph our angst and piss on our own legs
the ears and the eyes will agree, we're the new old
champions from the sewage of "punk is dead"
I'm going to leave it all for the first suit at my door
I'm going to regurgitate every sell out speech
They've fell asleep on the trigger
we're making sure we pay the dine in tax
You can have your fast food lifestyle
I need something clean and fresh
I'm content but not docile

I'm livid but not mad

I'm pissed but steady

I keep my heart seperate from the checkbook

dine in tax

Did you know that most fast food restruants charge you extra to dine in? Isn't that weird? You learn lots of small things while on tour.

day seven

So we've been staying with On My Honor for the past two days outside of knoxville. The off day of the tour was cool. The kids went to guitar center and michael and I went to see the new punisher. It was cock rock from start to finish. He was punching through heads and blowing bad guys up left and right.if anyone reads this blog, go check out on my honor, they were super cool to us. Also, if it helps to motivate you... They're actually good, so hit them up.

CRH

5th day in

We're playing at a saloon tonight. One thing that I noticed that I had forgotten about drunk people is the amount of cologne or perfume they wear. Which it doesn't make sense because most of the people in these effing places are bellowing out smoke like crazy. So I guess it's an attempt to cover up that offensive smell of beer, liquor, and cigarettes. I don't know if this is our crowd but we're going to rock out anyway.


Soooooo, to continue the description of the night... the show ended up being ballin like crazy. The drunkards mingled with the local fans of on my honor(they hosted the show). I think it all turned out really awesome. The guys from on my honor gave us a place to stay which lead to the two incredible caps on the evening:

A. I was able to cook and prepare tia peanut sauce ramonam

B. I was able to sleep on a couch, awesome
Rightez

day four

So I was able to take a shower today, and it felt amazing. I forgot to bring a towel and soap. Even without those, hot water running over my nastiness was super refreshing. I want to tour forever. This is an insane amount of fun. We played to two people tonight and it was still a kickarse show. We just rocked our little crowd and skeedaddled. The owner of the venue let us stay with him. He has a super nice family and a cool place. God bless whoever invented diy touring!


crh

so third day of mini refrigeraTOUR

I'm sitting with zack in a mall somewhere north of chattanooga, there's a speaker blaring stuttering christmas music next to my head and I smell like the human manifestation of a locker room toilet. Friday in peachtree city I fell through the damn stage and almost broke my leg. Thank god my parents built me to be a sturdy old battle axe. I just want a shower so I can stop running away from the balls smell being emitted from my crotch. I'm pretty stoked on tour though. Five people showed up to the show last night, it was prolly the most rocking thing ever.

CRH

"stay posi, stay clean"

I've seen room fulls living like creeps from one escape to the next
I carried myself like a hermit once and life just gave me shit
You can't make lemonade with human waste, all you can do is flush
turned the lights on, left the room, purpose left the creepers crushed
I sided with indifference hard, falling when my conscious let me
But it doesn't mean I didn't try, the expense of failure has it's fee
function moved my agenda in, ambitions were quick to claim their seat
pissing razors has nothing on guilt, I'm a motivational hit and run stuck on repeat
I believe we can stay posi, stay clean, and still play to defiance
I believe I can waiver ill temperament, my own visceral diet
I've seen graduating classes swim in 150 proof quickly to swerve home in the dark
I swam deep, touched bottom, then fell asleep while manually steering the car
You can't be saved with pickled lungs and a stone liver to match
You can however call the scars friends, trip into meaning with misdirected romance
the soc's call it a social coma, boss can keep calling me a prude,
I call it surprisingly agnostic yet always closely heaven approved
my life isn't stillborn, it's a am track train with no brakes
I'm don't know where I'm going, but moving to me in any direction is all the same

italian recut

damn this empty space in my head being filled with useless mechanics
one chance was the gift I was given and now I'll pull it forward
the tribe has superstitions, they'll burn any swift tongue at the stake
but I'm free to roam like a buffalo in this inner city zoo cage
it's a conversation between me and society
a shouting match with everyone else winning
I'll hold my pride under for the next few years
I know I'm just an animal waiting to be skinned
me in fifteen years? I'm aware of our collective vision
I'll be broken like a horse, mugged by the building tension
rise then fall, I'll stand then crawl towards small open hands
I won't be afraid to say, I'm fucked and happy with my existence
it's a conversation between me and society
a shouting match with everyone else winning
I'll hold my pride under for the next few years
I know I'm just an animal waiting to be skinned
some things aren't the same as you begin to increase in age
I've always hoped for the best, now I pray for it
some things aren't the same as you begin to increase in age
I've always hoped for the best, now I pray for it
I'm not big enough for change
but I'm big enough to piss you off
I'll always be this way
because I can be

reputable unknown seeking profitable gain

I want to tour anartica, box polar bears for gas/
the irony is it's more promising than booking in Birmingham/
city kids just don't give a shit, why do we still love these shows/
we pay bills and work our jobs, we don't care we're fucking broke/
sorry, sorry but you'd never book us anyway/
sorry, sorry, the elites don't approve/
sorry, sorry but you'd never book us anyway/
sorry, sorry, I don't need you to approve/
new city, new cold floor, and mall punks to mock my band/
of course I'm as happy as a pig bleeding to death/
I joke on you like I joke on me and my oldest friends/
you're not above my humor even with these benediction trends/
sorry, sorry but you'd never book us anyway/
sorry, sorry, the elites don't approve/
sorry, sorry but you'd never book us anyway/
sorry, sorry, I don't need you to approve/
forgive a small town kid for fucking up worship/
you all seem to be very cool in that indie film kind of way/
I'll leave you to your victims and your good, clean fun/
I'll find a dark corner, i didn't mean to step into frame/
booking hell is hell in itself/
you're cool like Christmas eve/
booking hell is hell in itself/
long live your scene/

Fun times

we went to b'ham today to track our kd cover with Austin from RSJ. We had to retrack it after the intial recording with our friend from Madison didn't turn out that well. He was a super cool dude and he had a very chill set up. I really enjoy recording in people's houses. Home studios are the shit.

After we were done we went to michael and corey's gf's house. I'm sitting in the livingroom typing this beast up. I don't really have much to say besides I'm stoked on breathing.



Charles H.
LFT