soaked paper shoes

soak paper shoes just give me the news
am I at the bottom, how much further could I go?
I spoke to satan, did a few lines of coke
played out my destructive side to incite the words I wrote
even soaked paper shoes are just ash in this heat
god didn't blame me for trying to switch teams
chemicals chains bound by good intentions,
dark flags on darker nights, you can't tame me, who can blame me
the letters read pga will blanket the past
between the lines on the paper, I lived in my caste
tore a hole in my shadow, thought I borrowed from my dad
but who can champion ink on the hand that says 13 and a half
chemicals chains bound by good intentions,
dark flags on darker nights, you can't tame me, who can blame me

man and livestock

the sun ties all things breathing, neat knots for man and livestock
a present to be unwrapped daily, not pushed back to bi-weekly
I forget my hands at the end of my arms
so forgive me for forgetting to smile
when I think about thinking my stomach churns
cause I feed on negativity
my feet won't plant in the ground, they're in bed when I'm at work
so I trudge off to my job, not knowing which way I'll fall today

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.