the end is the end

the head has been rattling with lots of ideas lately. Wrote the entire album in my month of almost solitude. sucks lft's last shows are coming up, but I have to keep on moving forward. can't stop making music cause other's have friends and enjoy being home from the road.

fortitude dude

I'd rather bore a hole in my head and watch my brains soak my shoulder with fluid then have to deal with another dumb girl who doesn't even know her right from her left.

Everytime I bend and take the hell, only to find it fruitless, brown and dry just as I expected it would be. Kudos to all aimless girls sucking the lifeforce out of an individual, why don't you go to cosmotology school.

the real youth crew blues

spade the kids too heavy to dream

never sleep, barely speak, "something good" rarely happens

bore your friends, bore yourself

ostracize entire lives to deaden all their wonders

this reservoir is violence

it was never what I joined

the brutes downed their hearts

to punish their own patrons

youth crew blues, I'm singing to you

we all have a chance to chose

youth crew blues

crickets sing our names all day, "we're clean till the week breaks"
rendezvous before the house show at seven, you have a friend for me to meet
humility's his god given name, he answers to common sense
life isn't as bad as you want it to be, actuality is far from what you think

sullen and pissed at the burns from home
you'll buckle under your happiness
nothing feel betters than blaming everyone
that's why I nod to the beat and look straight ahead

a sojourn to this county brews the blues, once in, you're dense with pestilence
favor a night that lasts forever, waking up here is cruel to the spirit
they bury youth like plants to be harvested
an article to be read in leisure
so we poisen ourselves and stumble through, no one will notice till a bill's due

you'll buckle under your happiness
like I'll die from a lie I told when I was six

the barristas working for my blackened soul

abase my lapse of insight

I'm gagging on what's t0 come

to be afraid of what hasn't came

is as distant as I'd enjoy to go

you read about this persuation 

obscurity, an opinion they allow

a door to distress, a space to suffocate

happy children grow into bitter adults

don't listen, don't listen

we're here to destroy your ambition

don't listen, don't fucking listen

adults talk you up to run you down

morose men and hateful women

are here for digression, spoil like the crowd

ripened wit is like toasted urin

spray for animal stings in open waters

nature yells maim cheer and comfort

it's what the collective never had

you accept what we feel

a mob of them over a single kid

all the bitter souls in the house

won't rival one of us

mess with the tiger and you'll get the horns

be proud of your shitty friends
shady lifestyles lead to an understanding
that no matter how low you go
the trailer lot will break your fall
Hate art like I hate art
ink speakers with "when I write you, I feel small."
loved ones, left ones, I don't know how you feel
answers leave me notes at my door
threw up in your front yard last night
sorry but it felt right at the time
gorgeous bottle be mine till I move on
like everyone I've ever used
Hate art like I hate art
ink speakers with "when I write you, I feel small."
loved ones, left ones, I don't know how you feel
answers leave me notes at my door
Stay misread and dismissed, bleed grey in a nation of flakes and flips.
Borderline, every line, I feel like this, lie myself to a false content.

my kind of summer

recreational summer get eaten by the breeze

sleep collects dust in the closet with boxes of winter

watch the sun blaze through the blinds

at six am, I'll consider to crawl beneath the day

one week in front of adaptors and screens

two console eyes and two blistered thumbs

midday wake up call

I start again, another summer

a slave to nothing memorable

bottle rocket scars litter my enemies with fear

the neighborhood belongs to my brothers and me

the moon stops the best game I've ever had

at one am, I'll consider to crash on the couch

one week in front of adaptors and screens

two console eyes and two blistered thumbs

midday wake up call

I start again, another summer

a slave to nothing memorable

a waste this summer

next summer I'll get things done

lazy and bored for summer

next summer I'll do better

natural tailor of natural joy

warm up the trunk space of my own scene,

the kids at home all rub me wrong,

drink till you drown, smoke, ash off consumption,

yeah I did both but I grew up

once fireworks went off in my chest

didn't ingest a bomb to enjoy the show

I've had a few before, drinks and problems to match
I'm older, done and over that wreck

I'm a natural tailor of natural joy
woah oh oh

crooks move on, kids move faster

you got what you wanted, be cool, just be you

party hard as you swerve through traffic

shows are littered with minors who'd love to have it

as my contacts list shrinks, I exhale

I sleep well when your passed out at home

once fireworks went off in my chest

I didn't ingest a bomb to see the show

I've had a few before, drinks and problems to match
I'm older, done and over that wreck

I'm a natural tailor of natural joy
woah oh oh oh

crooks move on, kids move faster

you got want you wanted, be cool, just be you

your choice, your life,

I'm just a speed bump to a good time

giant's dispair

Giant's dispair is what the ambulance driver called the mile or so decline where we wrecked. Pretty flippin' ominous if you ask me. I never saw any sign that said, "devil's elbow/giant's dispair quarter mile ahead, make sure to make all ambulance and wrecker arrangements before descent."

We were following the gps and it was taking us on a short cut to save time. The police officer doing the accident report asked us why we had gotten off the highway because cafe metro was next to the highway we exited. The gps didn't know we were hauling a trailer full of equipment. There was talk of our brakes not being installed properly but I'm sure it was just the steep ingrade that wore the breaks down to nothing. I started pumping my brakes when the roads steepened. Each time I pumped, I had to press further to get a response out of the breaks. Obviously this went on till there was no response and the brakes was touching the floorboad.

I don't think I've ever been so scared in my fucking life. The moment the brakes went out, I just stared down the road and the sharp turn up ahead and tried to think what the fuck can I do here. I could have tried to steer into the tree's or the rockface but I'm pretty sure that would have produced a funeral bill someone would have to pay. So I tried to make the turn. The trailer swung out to our side and that's about all I remember. After the 4runner and trailer flipped once or twice we ended up in a ditch with the trailer on it's side and the 4runner right side up. When we stopped we all looked at each other yelling to see if each other were okay.

Pretty fucking happy no one died in the accident. I can't think of many things more intense than that thirty seconds of my life. I'll write up something for what happened after that, I just wanted to get the accident down while it was fresh on my mind.



Charles H.
LFT

88 says there's a cure for the uncommon

we finally made it, the obtuse believe
openly I admit, you're not what we use to be
keep our portion of the sun, the broken reef among the surf,
the rich soil and good weather never existed

ask me do I care? would I ever care?

wave my milestone, burn last year
we knew better, now we'll do better
slave hand over fist, over a loosened grip
you'll find nothing exactly where nothing is

four years ago I wouldn't have seen this
a smile on my face as we die in Pennsylvania
traitors to our previous work, our voice is not lost
we're just ahead of the storm that's brewing

ask me do I care? would I ever care?

a cure for the common band is itself
you know you're own hands well

half the ship stays underwater
we'll be that part that doesn't need to breathe
you can flaunt the flag while we carry the ship
that's alright by me

day 7, ballin'

I'll try to be as short as possible. After sleeping in the four-runner at the local Walmart in Charleston, SC, we woke up the next morning and tried several tire joints before finding one that had our trailer tires. 255 dollars, yay! We then drove to Fayetteville, NC, and played a show to small unenthusiastic crowd. We never do well in bars. It's either a situation where the crowd is too mature and forward thinking to get our straight forward approach to punk or people are top 40 types. The next night was the same noise in a different town and finally the Luna bean, another empty venue playing to the bands we tour with. Fun times. There was some cool parts about these shows like breaking into a skate park and filming the guys do some street skate shiz. That night we drove to Virginia beach to stay with Corey's aunt and see Christian"s older brother. We arrived in Virginia beach early that morning and crashed hard. Right now, I'm sitting in a hotel in East Orange, N.J. We went to NYC today and it was amazing. I saw an assortment of homeless people, bright neon signs, and comic books. A comedian who was supposedly opening for Dave Chappell and Charlie Murphy was hounding us into buying tickets outside of the toys r us in Times Square. He was an extremely rude and poor salesman.

Tomorrow is bamboozle. I can't wait to see the get up kids.


eff the world,
Charles H.
LFT

day three of passion brand/wisteria tour

It's 2:21 am in North Charleston, SC. The boys and I are currently parked in a walmart super center trying to get a night's rest in our spacious four-runner. We've spent the past three days tip toe'ing from augusta, ga to spartanburg, sc to charleston, sc. I use the term "tip toe'ing" because our trailer tires are bald and worn badly, the underwiring( not sure if that's the term) is exposed. Every city we go to doesn't have that specific trailer tire, FML. So here we are, sleeping in a walmart parking lot. Just waiting for it to open so we can be told they don't have the tire, then we'll spend the morning driving around trying to find it at various tire dealers, successfully wasting another morning.

Fun stories of the tour so far: first day christian bought a 200 dollar bass with his eating money(29 dates left!); zack broke his nose at our show with set your goals, he had to have surgery the day before we left, so he's not going to be here the first four or five days; and all the bands on the tour had a croosh dance sesh tonight when soundguy played metro station over the pa. Three days in and we're breaking shit, hungry, and dancing hard as fook. Word to your mother.

Side notes: literally notes:

Clean toilets are amazing.
Hungry never felt so good.
Being in a touring band is a crazy adventure.

Charles H.
LFT

2525

Totaled
Wrecked passengerless on an airfield

Sam we finally wrote an ode to you, just like sandra wanted

Was the explosions a metaphor for social issues, or was cast and crew emotionally bankrupt.

We'll never know cause they don't want us to know, and that's okay by me. It's harder to disapoint.

bottle rocket scars

ghost man scores
Did it count? change the rules
For the sake of summer, for once,
change to prove a point

bottle rocket war
How does anyone win?
Walk it off, nothing scars
And the losers celebrate with hospital visites

Endless summer, move slowly, meet you when I'm older

discord swelled and surfaced
So I removed my eyelids,
slept near the entrances and defended against the sunrise.
One of nine sifted through
a good attempt at repression.
Damn the media for pop culture psych jargon.
Flock hear this, your speakers are stuffed.
They're here now, change your family and your christianity.
I dove, stayed dry, and
stained the pool with thoughts.
Rattled limbs for a nest, found catepillars that sting.
I swore at clouds forming assorted shapes
to blame is to believe I think.

a contract for heart worms

great American crook, I scribbled out lines penned about you
instead wrote a contract for heart worms so you leave entombed
the payout will turn to vapor, music should be free
then we'll see who's diving for quarters on unwaged dreams

they screamed "kaiser weather!" years before the kaiser met hell fire
a dark crown singed to his head, bless his blue eyes and heritage
sodomy like poetry could sync with the virtuous
but virtue is a fashion, believe king rat like the rest of us

stay the course
branch to branch
stay the course
work to the bank
stay the course
hand to mouth
stay the course
we all get fed

fuct

flicker humanity
cast us down, a swallow of hell
life on the upside is slowly turning
but we smile on

intellectual estate forclosed

Nowhere is unfolding so fast
Cave in is the appropriate term
If no one ever read the new lyrics
I'd be years away from the nearest critic

Enclosed, a serious note. I hate love but I love you.

Obvious is away when truth settles in
Chilled and collected is an accurate set
If only you understood, it'd make sense
We could talk about it while everyone blames me

Enclosed, a serious note. I hate love but I love you.

So abandon your detachments
Weild a new attitude for us
I'll trim the fat, pride and all
Together forever, or never ever

dented but on sale

Play her, a harpsicord tuned to toneless times, stroked from midnight to the late a.m.'s/
A so-so journey, the hub of insecurity, dried by level-headed gents/
Soft dents but cleaned right, next sunday's sale/
Drunken and lonely, easy for the kill/
Who knew I grew as you were buried in beds/
Collar shirts and bro crews taste weak and suspect/

No sleep loss/
inch more of rust/
Been here too long/
I ask victum to whom?/

corked but completely stale, destined for the drain/
sauced and sunken, you'll never close again/
who knew i grew as your womb stretched/
trucks and booming bass sound longer than they appear/

No sleep loss/
inch more of rust/
Been here too long/
I ask victum to whom?/

we're all bastards

broke in the industry/
bent and burned by it's machine/
so I ask, silence or sirens?/

colorless and shrinkwrapped/
Misplaced to confuse/
life faded to the backseat/
a new dispassion, one more excuse/

Bought by nods/
by request, felt so crossed/
So I ask, sterile or stoic?/

Cage me, I'll end this/

stay warm and human/

before the floor is covered in what makes you real/

23 years of blue notes

borrowing emotions, lend the rights to vacant rooms
lost as the best, blue notes to thank
singing your hymns
there's a dollar to be made but no smell to wash off
kids never knew your name

a chorus when you're long gone
praise for those who never wanted a word

stealing discord, thieves in the speaker
a fist for a pick to capture the holy
birthed from southern air
god gave me a voice to mimic your genius
kids will never know your name

so where do we go
with all this tension
where do i go
with pure caustic idealism
where do we go
the woodshed with us
to reinvent the blue notes

cool stuff

we got back rough copies of our seven inch material. I'm pretty stoked on it. It was definately rough but I definately think chris did a good job for tracking in a trailer. It sounds like a good demo, which is what we were going for.



Charles H.
LFT

Nothing Uncommon - the anatomy of a modern punk band

an intro to nothing uncommon


American stomachs ache with the rapture of a promise, a promise to conquer the world on an arrogant whim. I'm just another American waiting my turn. I'm staying calm, not squirming in my seat, just being a well behaved citizen. The dreams that have created our national identity since the organization of of public schools, clandestine speeches, and all that shit we're afraid to not believe are resting in the tree tops: plucked, they legitimize years spent on a guitar and random notepads in several families' homes all over Jackson County, Alabama; wasted, they legitimize a society's critiques on a wayward mind. I'm fucked from toe to top; chords, clangs, and beats are the only sounds I can stand to hear longer than a week; my writing is atrocious to a English major or any gifted junior high student and pretentious to the rest; and I'm long gone with my ideals. Oh if only life was a simple as a run on sentence. If only I could live how I want and say what I want and keep on adding my thoughts from second to second, all motivated by these chemicals excreted from glands and making their way to different areas in my brain, creating moods and this horrid fucking frame of insolence. I bore you because I bore me. AND this is the intro to nothing uncommon, someone wanting to do something they can't. With me, it just so happens to be writing and playing in a punk band. I have no preconceptions of the word punk. I knew what I heard on speakers and read on the net. It's something I've inherited, kind of like modern medicine or artistic surrealism. I'm a bastard weighing in on an idea bigger than my generation. I accept the hate along with the beautiful endowment of something I never could have started, or for a lighter matter, understood at it's birth.

LFT News

I guess official LFT news time, I'm not sure when we'll be putting up a song from the split seven inch but it will be soon. Also, I'm hoping we can get a website to stream it. We're good friends with the guys in Veara and they have always been cool to us. They are one of the few friends bands, besides In Irons, that haven't been afraid to do dates with us because of the difference in genres. But yeah, We're doing a split with them and it's going to be ballin. We'll have the vinyl artwork up soon in a few different spots. Is it weird to be more stoked about people seeing the artwork than the material? Couple of notes on the material, we tracked with our good friend from Say Vandelay, Chris, and it sounded pretty awesome in the sound laboratory. He's opening up a studio about mid-summer so soon as I get more info on that I will be pushing everyone really hard to track with him. He's an awesome guy. The material for the seven inch is more reflective on our Dan Yemin influences so hopefully it won't be that far of a fetch away from what everyone dug about our album Eleven Eleven.



Much Love,
Charles H.
LFT

So I half ass'd it, hopefully that won't be my legacy

So I'm 22. Michael and I play in a band with kids, two 16 year old's and one 17 year old.

It feels strange that the maturity I could not find in my peers after graduation I found in some kids. Maybe it's not maturity, this is going to sound pretty lame but I was watching mr. magorium's wonder emporium this morning and it struck a strange chord with me. I remember when i was young and life seemed limitless. Nothing was defined and the world was waiting to be tread beneath my heel. I was going to do lots of great things and become a great person. Somewhere along the way I lost that vast foresight and fell into everyday life. School was monotomy. This dumb wake up, sit up, listen, take test, go to bed pattern I had to repeat for thirteen years. The social side of school was disheartening too. Kids can be cruel and mean. So I guess I lost that "neverending story" mentatility. I became broken like a horse or the cattle being fattened in the fields. Most of my friends turned to drugs and alcohol cause they felt that was the only way to realize the wonder the world had to offer. I think it was life that broke them, when we were kids did we need drugs to be amazed by things? Or was the world amazing to new fresh eyes that understood the genuis of it all. I mean, we breathe, we love, we walk and talk, we think, we write, we are shitloads of potential encased in flesh. Why is the world not good enough to us? I'm not talking about god or religion, just saying. it's fucking sweet to be human. Even with time not being on our sides, we get a chunk of change to play with. By saying all this, I'm nto saying I'm better than anyone. I'm a fuck-up, I half ass everything, I neglect those who care about me, I'm naturally rude, and sometimes it's a struggle for me to be empathetic towards others(not towards kids starving in other countries, child labor laws being raped, the homeless, or other generally fucked up situations around the world) I try not to be those things. I really do. I spend a lot of my day reflecting on personal decisions made and art made, which includes for lft. I want to be bigger than me, I want lft to be something bigger than my flaws and human error. I want it to be art, something out of context to the human desease. But it's dumb, art is the human desease. It's every blemish and freckle, every foul smell and heinous choice. Damn me, I'm everywhere but still somehow not where I want to be.

seven inch songs, work in progress

"glory, glory, Joseph Maxwell"

Good times hit black ice
you stepped in and dried the lake
we slide twelve hours from home
for once the clouds kept the rain

you saved us from an empty gas tank(die ohio),
you kept us positive(die ohio),
we drove all night(die ohio),
we're blessed by open ears(die ohio)

viral leakage

so our album came out this past week and I'm stoked on everything thus far. The album leaked pretty hard about two weeks before it came out so a lot of people had it before hand but no worries. We're not rock stars, we're just some dudes who want everyone to hear our music. Most kids have liked it, and I'm really glad that our hometown friends liked it. It means the world to us that our local friends are actually going out to shows and supporting everything.

I feel kind of weird with kids I've never seen before coming up to me asking for autographs, not to degrade their gesture but it's really silly. We suck compared to other bands and there's no sense in anyone treating us like that. There's ten trillion bands that people should go apehsit over. We're not one of those bands, BUT the wonder years are one of those bands. I heard an elegy for baby blue today off their new split and it's amazing. That man's lyrical skills are intense and fun. i absolutely love it.



eff my life,
Charles H.
LFT

somewhere between arrogant and desolate

carousel twisting the tunes around
pass the melody keeping the weather in check
I met the words kids admired so much
and I hide them in the other writers' "best"
so I wear posture like a question mark
keep past and future in separate tanks
I mingle when the world's crashing
happy to breathe and be the first to say

I'm so tall my head touches everything
grow for me, grow for me
so tired of thinking for everyone
think for me, think for me
If I'm the only one who gets it
I never want to be stuck with it
I'd be happy not knowing anything
ever again

patron drinking off the world's mistakes
save your wisdom for bathroom stalls
you piss on your years but they won't melt
order another drink till someone calls
so I wear posture like a question mark
keep past and future in separate tanks
I mingle when the world's crashing
happy to breathe and be the first to say

I'm so tall my head touches everything
grow for me, grow for me
so tired of thinking for everyone
think for me, think for me
If I'm the only one who gets it
I never want to be stuck with it
I'd be happy not knowing anything
ever again

at the cost of my youth i found out everything

"a massive intent"

cattle among dead legged men
stay in step and the cattle get fed
helpless like bukowski wrestling with sin
though the stars piss blood, we look ahead
reaming off losses and glowing still
we shake the angles from the tree
a callous grip, bare on my mind
I'm going to do this for you and me

a massive intent is somewhere
I found it in my teens
when wet pavement met cheap rubber
I lost it in the streets

a pawn of tread, stuck in the tracks
carousel lifestyle, circling the facts
If I knew anyone who knew who set this trap
I'd be burying blades, wiping off fingerprints
reaming off losses and glowing still
we shake the angles from the tree
a callous grip, bare on my mind
I'm going to do this for you and me

a massive intent is somewhere
I found it in my teens
when wet pavement met cheap rubber
I lost it in the streets

cork this old bottle, I'm flat and bitter
pour me out the window as you drive on to better things

"there used to be a marching band in your legs, now there's broken drum sticks in your feet"

I compared myself to guilded lillies, reflections in a urinal/
lately I sympathize and pen fast verses for their lives/
in school you looked regal with your nose north of common/
in four years, we became the same/

There used to be a marching band in your legs, now there's broken drum sticks in your feet.

Two birds, one worm, where did we divide/
I'm a witness to the line/
like a stain on the shore where the level was/
I'm marked by the cast of sewage/

I blame me/
for my short sight/
we could've changed/
but it's easier to stare/

Seven inch songs

"Booking Hell"

"Joseph Maxwell Saved My Band"

"There used to be a marching band in your legs, now there's broken drumsticks in your feet"

"All my friends are creeps and liars(except you)"

Two of these songs are going on the split seven inch, two will be digital extras. I don't know which will be on the vinyl, we're going to wait to chose after we record.


Charles H.
LFT

living with snake handlers

Sometimes I'm afraid that the years we've spent living in an area overpopulated with a zealous religious population has corrupted us. I just feel dumb sometimes. Does slow lives breed ignorance?

"joseph" seven inch song.

We're writing this note for you and all your friends.
I never impressed mine outside of poisen consumption.
So now we have you, people who like who we are.
You have us too, we're your new instrument.

you saved us from an empty gas tank(die ohio), you kept us positive(die ohio), we drove all night(die ohio), we're blessed by open ears(die ohio)

fun times in the midwest pt. 1

So we started out on a tour not knowing if it was going to be three days or four days. We finally heard back from our friend that he was setting up a basment show for sure in Kansas city so it turned into four days. When we got to KC, I Call Fives asked us if we wanted to finish out there dates because team goldie had dropped off. We said yes because we're hungry to play new spots and so we went. Our three day run had turned into a nine day tour. So we hit up des moines, iowa on the first date. I think we were downtown, not completely sure, but the traffic was heavy and so was the ice and snow on the roads. It was crazy driving there because everything slowly turned whiten including the sky. I really like cold weather but this shit is rediculous. More updates soon.

fun knee guy

I wear crappy clothes, I never get to go to shows, all my time and money is put into LFT while the other members have fun and wait for me to do everything. I just hate being the workhorse, but some how still being the bad guy? lets use a metaphor,


lets say someone's living with a guy for free, the guy says, "hey man, you can eat what you want and drink what you want, stay as long as you like, but I have to be in bed by ten cause i have to work to pay for your food, drink, and apartment." well, a few months go by and then the guest starts staying up at all hours of the night, starts putting in furniture he wants, spends money on shit he wants but doesn't help pay for anything, and on top of those things, bitches to the guy paying for things and taking care of things because he's not considerate of his opinions and disrespect. what do you think should happen in this situation? anyone?

all my friends are liars and creeps(except for you)

I'll plagiarize you
cause you've written what works
I'll put a leash on your tongue
so I can feel important when I speak
We can pretend to laugh till we get what we need
We can push off a smile till our nausea peaks

I'll kill everyone you know
so our town can forget you
I'll pencil you in the linear notes
gravestones wasted in our fans bedrooms
We can pretend to laugh till we get what we need
We can push off a smile till our nausea peaks

I will never write anything as well as you've written me
it's weird growing up knowing there's nowhere you won't go

cruel moon beams keeping my back cool
tell me when my peers whisper deceit

nose in the corner(baptist rule)

living by the slow baptist rule
I'm a dreamer sleeping at the bottom of your pool
livestock vision wasted on laid sod
I graze on what's given, not what's promised
who's humble enough to not know
what giant can peer through concrete graves
I hear the truth, I hear the wind whistle
I see what my mind believes
fear move me to a safe place
a place I can smile alone
A gentle room padded with innocence
not these open bare fields
a seizure to some, grace for you
I'm convulsing in the floor to impress, to move
searching quietly with my nose in the corner
I regret whatever can keep me gold
who's humble enough to not know
what giant can peer through concrete graves
I hear the truth, I hear the wind whistle
I see what my mind believes

early memory of music

I was thinking on the drive back from the kingston springs show tonight about my earliest memory of music. I guess maybe the drive brought this to mind, but I thought about my grandmother humming melodies while I slept in the backseat of pop's car. They'd come pick me up almost every friday to stay the weekend. I wish I could still sleep in the backseat of anyone's vehicle while they're driving. These days I'm running on fumes. My patience is thin, my stress level is high, I'm completely miserable, but I couldn't be happier.


Charles H.
LFT

open in A, close at 7

The road delivers no bed, it delivers bags to pack the stress/
Like a still frame shot of our worst day we drove six hours to with a smile on our face/
the road delivers discord, it delivers a pile of rocks where your heart use to be/
Like a veterans hospital nurse it can lead your eyes to the worst/

chinese colon cleanser

Really shady chinese buffets. Goooooooodddddd loooooorrrrrdddd.

i remember

Those dark cold nights when I thought I was insane and it excited me for some reason. When life looms like a brown recluse waiting for the soft spot on your neck, that's when things start to go askew. I forgot what crazy feels like. It can empower you. Maybe it actually blinds you from reality, but either way, it's effective. Fear me, I'm a man driving from the trunk of his car.

good ole gospel ship

there's fire on my lips like the fire on the good ole gospel ship
and bellowing rural ghosts in the chests of inquisitive men
who made us wide eye'd, who left us to kill till our hands ached
I never claimed to have a clue, only doubt and youthful claims
as the river tugged on our hearts, we swam dead arm'd and all
till the years caught the lies by it's short stub tail
I wouldn't dream of giving up, I need to throw down the extra weight
I can't step off into every gloried puddle with a current
it's the good ole gospel ship
they kept me swimming after
It burns deeper than before
they kept me churning
replace your snakey fingers with a steady summer chill
cause the wind won't carry you along the desert hills
who made subtle smiles, the contorted faces we hide behind
I'm ready to trade in this head for carpet marked with fresh stains
though I tremble with the trigger, i hear a sermon in the alley
they scared me enough with hell fire to keep me from myself
with the millions of metaphors for god's good grace we seek
I think we take some time off to prove there's some future relief
it's the good ole gospel ship
they kept me swimming after
It burns deeper than before
they kept me churning

updatish

So I'm sitting in what is,not sure, appears to be cave nine's new spot. I heard someone say that it might be considered greencup books, because that in fact is where the venue is located above. I'm horrible with grammer. Damn me. Anyway, we played a decent show tonight. I'm contributing it to the short set, five songs. That is a new one to lft. Since we've started this thing we've played one hour to hour and a half set, so a fifteen minute set is easy breezy for us. I'm stoked on playing whatever we can in the upcoming months. I dig the b'ham kids. Funny how I write a song about how hard it is for us to book there and then two weeks later we're playing here.


Fuck my luck,
CRH