editorial correction

In an earlier blog I posted that I wasn't naturally an angry person, but in reality I'm a very angry person. I see people dodging ignorance daily, having to curve their every thought when their peer is too dense to do the same for them. I have a intolerance for this senseless habit. What's so wrong with being respectful? Why must we be condesending without right or cause? I stay pissed at all times. Everyone is dying to listen to themselves preach. Well I have a few words for these people and you can bet they will be exercised with all future lft releases.

forward

Can a document of small town social climate be considered a forward motion, or is it just a kick in the can for pop culture? I don't want to consider myself in the same ranks as paris hilton. I guess everyone wants to be on the front of every social movement. It's a scarey thing to evaluate your place in the big picture.

splitting hairs with ex-friends

we can pretend in the house of swine
we remember good times
fuck those drugs we shared on weekends
it only kept us on the fringe
graduation brought an end to courtesy
if only I could ever make you believe
there's good in men's heart
there's good in you and me

cultural poise

I feel like I'm being attacked by the tv. Just complete overload when it comes to pop culture, too much reality, too much make up, too much editing, too much gentlmen juice coming at my eyes and ears.a dump truck of media parking on my chest. Fooooooking nasty and debilitating.

PREEEEtentious

sometimes striving for better work can just come off as a selfish struggle. I mean I write music for a combination of reasons: for the kids who need decent bands to relate to; To keep what i consider decent music alive and breathing; to extract all my passive aggressive behavior into a constructive form; and generally not to feel so insignificant. So it's half selfish and half artistic.

wellllllll, then I started to think about it, most artists are into art for selfish reasons. they might not display it daily but really, why else would you sit around trying to think of a way to creatively say you're like everyone else and you want to share that with the world. Just the fact that someone would think they are blessed enough to be able to entertain a crowd with their thoughts and feelings is pretty conceded. the more and more I think about it, the more I agree with the pissy Charles inside.

BUUUTTTT, then you have moments where you play a show and everyone there is having a great time, yelling their heads off, and then you know why.. we're literally creating a piece of heaven on earth. This sense of community and warmth between everyone. We're all sweating, screaming, and having fun. No one feels out of place. You just feel like you belong, you're accepted, someone understands you, and that makes going back to a hostile home worth it. You know it doesn't matter if you're a fatty, smell weird, act strange, or generally can't get along with the general human population, cause when you're here.. you know the bands, they're your friends, you know what they're about cause you know their lyrics, and they don't have to technically relate to you as an individual.. they have your music and your band to know, be friends with, to listen to...


maybe I'm an idiot, but that's the way I feel

Mary Magda-laid

Read between the finds, it's no season to end as a saint
After centuries of dancing in hell, you're finally dying in heaven
let the church have the pleasure of defecating on your legacy
cause no one knows where we all go unless it's expo facto

the fury of faith keeps us choked out by the belt
that lays our southern states askew
as we ants run from the magnifier
the corpses of free thought conquer the skyline

love held beneath the pool should keep the manners intact
whores don't bleed like us unless you pay them
even if the lies held water like a bare glass
would you still be right to judge or be judged?

the fury of faith keeps us choked out by the belt
that lays our southern states askew
as we ants run from the magnifier
the corpses of free thought conquer the skyline

Muse Or Remuse

styrofoam kisses blew off and on
she says she's chaos scripted on tanned skin
if I could muster the mustard to smile
I'd know the weaker side of me would win
sea, the world, a vast ocean ever churning
you're one grain following it's motion
high hopes to low tides on the coolest of nights
you're not worth the breath, nor the commotion

You're not that moving
inertia bled too long for me
my feet move forward forever
no matter how sheltered the canopy

invite me in, the best in is out
though the trivial beg to differ, I've already been found

shuttered and whispered, it's a little dead skin
I want more than friction, beg me for solace
temporary and meaningless to an cracked chest
a home without doors is secure demolished
towards the east, I rise towards misfortune
waiting for myself, I'm south of future mistakes
directions give me nowhere, a shot in the air
hands earning comfort leave me the same

You're not that moving
inertia bled too long for me
my feet move forward forever
no matter how sheltered the canopy

invite me in, the best in is out
though the trivial beg to differ, I've already been found