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