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