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