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