An hour later...

Do you believe in the apocalypse?
do you believe we can all make it?
Yeah we all make it through the end
Do you have the intelligence to see the way out?
Are you smart enough to find my light in the fog?

That's me on the outside
asking for you to put me to rest
Take my breath and stick the phones in my ears
the only thing i need from you, as you take my whole life.
lay me on the inside so i awake to nothing, not even me
Come find me when you when you see my signal,
the orange glint of something you normally couldnt see an arms length away.
I can glow scarlet in this gray, just for you, just for me.

Do you believe that under us is freshly fallen happiness?
Do you believe in Novo?
do you have what it takes to let me go?
If you killed me would I even know?

In these hands I hold the tools, to melt the snow and the pain away,
as i look up and hear the air break, with background music of my being saved.
victimized in happiness, I'll remember this, I'll remember you.
The day I die on my feet, is the first day of my life, as an honest man.
and I'll thank Pat the Bunny for revealing what i couldn't see,
the only savior for you, is me.

For the lack of posts....

So you may or may not have noticed that there haven't been many posts recently.... well there's reasons for that.

1.   You may or may not already know Im on a little non-vacation.  Not really getting the same inspiration on it, it happens.

2.   I've been listenin to many a great song, and they destroy anything i've ever written so Im somewhat reevaluating my stuff.  Hopefully great things are coming soon.  Just before the world ends.

Life;

Here we go with this life stuff again,
you do "this" so you don't have a life;
you have 18,000 friends so you have a life;
what the funk is all that shit?
What a huge problem has been growing inside the teenage age group.
An annoying, opinionated bitch that's trying to fit in so she ditches her beliefs, old friends, and lies her ass off 'has a life' but someone who just does whatever they want and makes themselves happy doesnt? 
How comical you are in your delusional little world.
It's almost cute.
When you lose sight of who you really are because you've been around lying so much, that's when you most likely "don't have a life."
But it's more like, a sad life, with a sad upbringing.
The ones who don't like to think before they speak, like to think they know everything about everyone and talk down to them for doing one thing or another?  That's sad. 
It goes hand-in-hand with the douchebags in the biggest truck they could find because their dick just can't be small enough.
Those are the kind of people that can't park, mind you.  You know the ones.... taking up 4 spaces in the walmart...  It's people like that that make me carry around a bag of sugar and a carton of eggs. (luckily they're everywhere so the eggs don't go bad in my car)
I have a brilliant idea to give plenty of people new jobs.
it's like an asylum for ignorant people.
If you're IQ is lower than your shoe size you are immediately admitted to these places.  (with the exception of the disabled because they have done no wrong)
Not to be forgotten are the damn scenesters.  OOHHHH how they're everywhere.
You know the ones in this case too, the guys in their jeans that are wayyy too tight, gay-ass haircuts, band shirts, and they dont SHUT UP about the shows they've gone to.(and in some cases they're like the aforementioned douchebags and dont shut up about the parties) 
These bitches, they always think they know of the latest band, the baddest thing in the underground music scene, when it turns out their favorite song is on MTV the next day.
"get a life."
The curses of the current generation of afraid.
I wonder what the next will bring... better or worse?
with the parents-to-be that i see.... it's looking grim.

World War 5

I dreamt of this place, only a few times
ive seen it in movies and books, they were lies.
I wanted to be here, for reasons unknown
this place is so peaceful, so alone
the closest ill ever get to hell in my life
but it appears to be heaven at the same time

We dreamt of this, we were scared of this
but its upon us now, will we get out?
there's no saving them, we're all that's left
we journey now, why try to make it out?
Only i wanted this, did i wish for this?
I live to fight, i love the grind
and no deadlines to strive for, nothing to die for
I may miss them tonight but It's time i thrive.

I need supplies to make it, but im trying to fake it
I'm finding the others, theyre becoming my fears
i ask myself if i wanted to go back, if i wished i would die,
as I dream of the trees and the old fashioned leaves
i realized in times like these, its foolish to ask for such luxuries.
Only one way to go, im outward bound
its so peaceful out, so miserable out
but the weather is wonderful, the lightning is peaceful
the rain may be toxic but I can't help but feel it;
on my travels for the holy item, i havent seen the sun in years
but a bottle of white moisture sure would save some brains.
Crazy as it seems, it's wonderful here
we have no engagements to make, and we do as we please
pickins are slim, but we make sacrifices to stay.
Alone, and insane.

We dreamt of this, we were scared of this
but its upon us now, will we get out?
there's no saving them, we're all that's left
we journey now, why try to make it out?
Only i wanted this, did i wish for this?
I live to fight, i love the grind
and no deadlines to strive for, nothing to die for
I may miss them tonight but It's time i thrive.

An Open Letter To: 90% of the population.

You may have noticed that this is a new addition to my blog.  Well, I have a lot of those, randomly, but this one is special.  Sort of special anyway.  This is going to be my little newspaper column type thingy, where I'm going to send my thoughts through the interwebs at all of you.    All two of you!  Directed towards a group, from another group.  Be advised, I don't like to censor myself, and some of this may be offensive, but have I really been one to care about that?  Read it or don't read it, it's up to you.  So welcome to my column of unleashed hatred towards the many things that pick my brain.  They will also be accompanied by cute little diddies such as this one at the beginning.  How exciting! I think I'm starting off on a good little tiny foot here. 

Dear 90% of the population,

       Welcome to the real world, there's been a lot you have missed when you were absorbed into yourself.  We all know that you have developed this universe that centers around yourself, but it's about time to step back into the real one.  A little word of advice, you are not always right.  You are not the only person that matters.  Everything is not about you.  Get all that?  Now, I understand that you believe your views are the only ones that matter, your beliefs are the right ones because it's what you believe, but the rest of us here like to believe that there is a possibility of being wrong.  Just sayin'.  Now I'll give you a second to get over the shock of the realization that you aren't the only person that matters in the world.  I want nothing more than to give you the opportunity to go live in your own little world, would you like that?  How long could you survive like that?  I'd really love to see ya try.  I'll book a million little islands for all of you to be on your own.  Do you know the best part of this?  The rest of us will never see you again! SHAZAM!  I'll get the doctor to prescribe you something for your superiority complex as well.  I'm going to leave this a little vague because I'm sure I will be addressing many of you again, so soak it in and I'll be talkin to you soon.  

Sincerely,

The other 10%

Artist Alert!

Jordaan Mason and the Horse Museum.

Captivating me like no other, I hope you never get big!

And yes, I wish my name had two A's.

First album review of this decade; back to the future style.

Let me start this post by sending my condolences, sympathies, sadness, and all sorts of other things to anyone who had passed away prior to February 4th, 1997.  Any of those people would not have the chance to listen to the album of which this post is centered upon, and that's a total bummer 'cause everyone ('cept Hitler) should enjoy the eargasms it spits out 14 times over a period of a little over 42 minutes.  The first of these instances is, quite simply, one of the best openings to a record-ever.  Basically what to take from this, don't take shit so literal.  Now, how can you top this grand opening?  How about a song about going against the grain?  With everyone trying to fit in, the most important characteristic of a human gets lost.  This characteristic being individuality.   Quickly moving to the third, a song about drugs.  A pretty condemning look at that.  Dealing with the issue of wasting life even though it feels good at the time.  Agree or disagree?  I don't care, rockin' song-period.  If you've experienced the pleasure on this round piece of plastic, you probably already know the ending, but keep reading anyway 'cause it's quite fun.  Isn't it?  Up next, we have a song about sex?  Or is it about love?  Or is it about both?  Well, the latter seems most appropriate.  A relationship based solely on sex-this song seems to foreshadow into the new millennium quite well, don'tcha think?  It is the millennium of libido quenching after all...  Big number 5 can be taken probably two ways.  Literally as the lyrics spell out ,but with the message in the intro seems another option is best.  The second option would be a satire of the teens in that time, or any time really.  You know the ones, hate everything?  Right now the knowledgeable might see the light of this post.  Before I waste too much cyber space let's jump to number six; shall we?  Another song of hate.  We've all felt this haven't we;  holding a grudge against someone, unable to get over it no matter how stupid the reason?  With the lyrics so simple, yet so awesome, this one's definitely worth a mention.  Lucky number seven remains my favorite of the cd, as well as the artist.  What catches me about this song is not the lyrics of losing a loved one, but the way that it is sang.  Perfect is a word I would use.  Number eights message is simple and I will explain it in two simple, non-English, words: Carpe Diem.  Props on the Bananafish reference though.  Fantastic number nine; the heaviest song you will ever hear!  It comes at you with such force, even The Pope would start head-bangin'.  Now if you can look through the sheer brutality in the music, you'll see the beauty of the lyrics, truly is one to behold.  Almost done, but they don't let up on number 10.  One of the more fast paced song on here, does not make it any less great.  The subject matter: bottled up emotions, and putting up with peoples shit.  We all do it, it's great to relate!  Alright, number 11, one of the messages put through on this album I really, really like.  Deals with raising kids, and basically (what I take from it anyway) don't let the negatives of your upbringing continue on to the next generations.  Something I find that most people lose sight of these days.  Track 12, appropriately named, is not only funny, but is also catchy and great to sing along to!  About thinking before you do something, again something that is lost in society today.  Boy, they sure are good at foreshadowing!  Almost over, can you make it?  Song 13 is one of the slower paced on the album, but once again, that doesn't make it any less awesome.  A song about depression, but it puts a smile on my face every time.  Aside from the instrumentals that perfectly match the lyrics, and the pure perfection in the vocals, it's an okay song.  In the finale of this epic record one thing stuck out from the beginning, the sequence of notes in the intro of this song, were left ringing at the end of the last, almost as amazing, album (as well as in the chorus at about the 1/3 point song on said album).  Whether it be about politicians or evangelists, it's still an epic end to an epic album, teaching an important lesson:  people are always in it for themselves and noone else.  Well, thanks for playing (or miserably sitting through) my little game here.  Should there be a prize for a correct answer to the question; what album is this post about; would you win?  Either way; though I'm one for songs with deep, less blatant lyrics, this cd reigns not only as the best of the artist, but as the best of the 90's and maybe more.  Simple, blatant lyrics but as catchy as they come for sure.  Great artist that amazes to this day, but with Ixnay on the Hombre you can almost see The Offspring grow to where they are now.

Here Goes,

Stuck in a wind storm with the shepherd's crook for a necklace,
inside out, with rain pouring down, once upon a time I used to think this was the best.
stop, drop, and slide to break the gallows legs
as a collar for k9, rip through my head.
But last and finally of all, I slip through the mold;
I slipped the hook, and you lost your hold.
Fly away, accuser, let loose those broken hands;
suddenly, 3 miles away, you have no safe place to land.
The end.