I hate pink floyd even when I'm not sober

Heaven doesn't think of you, God doesn't think of me
we're fighting for scraps, they're taking naps, not losing any fucking sleep
I'd pay for a trip to hell before I'd beg for a spot in heaven
respect is due on the act of civility, I don't feel a drop on me
it ain't magic, where your prayer goes
eyes and ears up, the evil in the sky knows
I wasn't born a preacher, but I was born a believer
every good action has counter action and it isn't constant bullshit
better to swallow the sin than let them lure you in
security can be bought but is it what you want
a lot of people talk, very few can even walk
so I'd rather crawl and whisper than be screaming on my back
it ain't magic, where your prayer goes
eyes and ears up, the evil on the sky knows
where is my future going?
down? down? down? down?

Youth Crew Blues

if it ever gets recorded, this album will be everything lft is and wants to be. I promise if we can ever get up the money to hit the studio for our next record it will be fast, poignant, and deliberate. The lyrics will cover the black sheep syndrome, tolerance of intolerance, sleepwalking 9-5, and everything else that has been crippling our happiness for the past two years. The music will speak and the lyrics will create images. We will be playing harder, faster, and more emotional throughout the record. you will all die when you hear it. so get your funeral arrangements ready.



Charles H.
LFT

Hello Internet

Hi internet,

no one reads this blog, maybe a few but I can't really expect this to be read. This is an official restart of the lft machine. We're going to be hitting the mid-west and east coast this summer, trying to spread of the gospel of positivity. I'm stoked to play new cities and meet new people. Here we come.


Also, if you want us to play your city, book us a show there.


Charles H.
LFT

the end is the end

the head has been rattling with lots of ideas lately. Wrote the entire album in my month of almost solitude. sucks lft's last shows are coming up, but I have to keep on moving forward. can't stop making music cause other's have friends and enjoy being home from the road.

fortitude dude

I'd rather bore a hole in my head and watch my brains soak my shoulder with fluid then have to deal with another dumb girl who doesn't even know her right from her left.

Everytime I bend and take the hell, only to find it fruitless, brown and dry just as I expected it would be. Kudos to all aimless girls sucking the lifeforce out of an individual, why don't you go to cosmotology school.

the real youth crew blues

spade the kids too heavy to dream

never sleep, barely speak, "something good" rarely happens

bore your friends, bore yourself

ostracize entire lives to deaden all their wonders

this reservoir is violence

it was never what I joined

the brutes downed their hearts

to punish their own patrons

youth crew blues, I'm singing to you

we all have a chance to chose

youth crew blues

crickets sing our names all day, "we're clean till the week breaks"
rendezvous before the house show at seven, you have a friend for me to meet
humility's his god given name, he answers to common sense
life isn't as bad as you want it to be, actuality is far from what you think

sullen and pissed at the burns from home
you'll buckle under your happiness
nothing feel betters than blaming everyone
that's why I nod to the beat and look straight ahead

a sojourn to this county brews the blues, once in, you're dense with pestilence
favor a night that lasts forever, waking up here is cruel to the spirit
they bury youth like plants to be harvested
an article to be read in leisure
so we poisen ourselves and stumble through, no one will notice till a bill's due

you'll buckle under your happiness
like I'll die from a lie I told when I was six