Transcribing a few things into legible format.
These are some things I scribbled down in pencil that I hope to one-day use in a folk band with my dad called "Me and my dad" I needed to type them up and now they are here.
Cut and paste
You got a new haircut
not much else has changed
Your hair is different
But you’re still the same
I roll a cigarette
While you do your best to catch me up
On misadventures in cities that didn’t pan out
New monsters you met, and how deeply they've cut
That’s great.
Sounds good,
To me.
You’re talking in circles
As smoke billows from my mouth
You vomit cryptic lamentations
Of the deep dark dirty south
you know me
you know i dont have much to say about that.
So I guess the west coast
Is next up in your sights
Dip your feet into the waves
Hoping for a just a few more brighter days
It’s sunnier there,
And you’ve got new hair
You’ve got new hair.
Industrial Lint
On a Wednesday morning I set out
Seven staples in my head
Shoving tapes into my walkmans throat
Heading to the castle,
Filling in the moat!
Solid oak hardwood floors
Central air
And I strained every muscle
That I owned
When it was complete
We were met with
Rain drops tapping on my brain!
Yeah
If desperation had a name
It would have to be the corner
Of capitol and main
So
If you back down
Then I might back down
Loaves of olive bread
Hanging from my side
A four-foot chain around my waist
A lock of solid brass
Three speed red Raleigh
Relocate my stomach to my chest
Rain drops tapping on my brain
ah yes
Let them come down.
Let them fall.
Twine
Tonight’s my last night in town
Yeah i'm just sorta hopping around
Checking out whats
Going down
You know.
Walking down Fry Street
I caught an arrow to the neck
What did I expect?
Walking alone,
And like a stone at the bottom of the lake
You dragged me home
We’ve been cleaning out the gutters,
scrubbing down the slate.
nah nah nah ah ha
I've been waiting for this day
Nah na na
I’m coming back
Squirrels pick apart our nest
Just let them go
We don’t need it anymore
Pack up our things
Tongues lapping on our sores
Nah ha ha ahhhhhh
Concrete stairs
Today I paid for a 437 dollar
Bottle of air
It didn’t bother me one bit
Talking is all we got until spring break hits
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh..
Last month I bought a 296-dollar
Bag of dirt
It didn’t even hurt
I feel fine
It will all pay off
When I see you face to face
For now all we got is talk
Yeah, yeah.. yeah...
I don’t care
I don’t care at all
Who needs bread when
You have this much honey
When I come running towards you
Don’t expect me to have any money
Or anything new to say
Ok.. ok... ok.
Pack Mule.
Can you bring people back from the dead?
Sure but only people I like
My advice to you is
To not take such a gamble with your life.
I’m afraid I have a virus
I wont hesitate to
Give it to you all.
I keep hacking and coughing
I’m a powder keg of infection
My misery is sounding out your fall.
tonight
today
I’m not buying you ladies any more beer.
Lower your fists grasping crisp
Twenty-dollar bills
My bruised sore arms
Can’t carry 448 oz of the high life
to your door
Well they can its just
They told the head we were
Being taken advantage of
Or for granted
Drop acorns in your path
Let trees rise where they were planted.
I think whats getting to me the most
is that tonight im not drinking a drop.
But if you asked, Id ease you into death
My barking tan and brown speckled bird.
You shall be heard!
Natural grease
10:38 on a Thursday evening
I was surprised to find you already home
In the extra large gray shirt you sleep in
A book you’ve read attached to your nose.
I held my breath and I stepped inside,
Quietly searching for somewhere to hide.
Because this whole place stinks of you mad at me.
The lamp by the bed cast foreboding shadows.
My steps on the carpet were starting to roar.
I wish you still had that long long hair,
So I would'nt be able to see so much of your face.
I can’t stand the sight of it
Or this putrid silence that’s coating the place.
Id give just about anything to hear you snore.
Then out of the blue
400 mice came pouring out of the pantry
In a thick gray skittering swarm.
Not one of them hesitated to advance on us
And like a raging barbarian hoard,
They flooded the halls and rippled their way
Into our room.
I’m surprisingly fine with the whole surreal scene,
But it’s those little things
That make your skin crawl.
I know this because I see it.
I know it.
Go ahead and hide under the covers.
I knew it. I blew it.
But you’re just going to lay there
And let them eat you alive!
That’s fine by me
Just remember I didn’t invite them
They came on their own accord. Of course.
Here are some lyrics for a new band that rose out of the ashes of what was supposed to be "Total fuckers"
Its a thrash/fast core band not unlike SSE and MGR which until our first practice today was named Nun Punch: with Tom from SSE, a pair of spring kids Anthony and Elton Marshall Graves and myself. All songs are about video games or movies, the band is called lethal enforcers we made a myspace for it so it’s official.
(all songs are about 30 seconds long)
The sleeper awakens
For the fighters!
40 legions of terror troops cant stop us now!
Fear is the mind killer
I let it pass over and through me.
Heat upon heat upon heat
my name is a killing word
I will not stop until no harkonen
breathes arakine air!
Operational Shields
All craft pull up...
its a trap!
Dis infestation annihilation squad
Explosives are in place
Crews positioned on each block
we will spew forth against
(the) Dis infestation annihilation squad!
this is a revolution
this is a revolver
with unlimited bullets.
Melmond
In the northern wastes there once
was a prosperous civilization
but now it is ruins.
All living things were
born to die
No one can defeat me!
There are more than vampires beneath the earth
we will rise to meet them
the orbs will shine again..
thats all for now... forty seven more crumpled reciepts and napkins to decipher.
Like a trashcan fire in a prison cell.
Cut and paste
You got a new haircut
not much else has changed
Your hair is different
But you’re still the same
I roll a cigarette
While you do your best to catch me up
On misadventures in cities that didn’t pan out
New monsters you met, and how deeply they've cut
That’s great.
Sounds good,
To me.
You’re talking in circles
As smoke billows from my mouth
You vomit cryptic lamentations
Of the deep dark dirty south
you know me
you know i dont have much to say about that.
So I guess the west coast
Is next up in your sights
Dip your feet into the waves
Hoping for a just a few more brighter days
It’s sunnier there,
And you’ve got new hair
You’ve got new hair.
Industrial Lint
On a Wednesday morning I set out
Seven staples in my head
Shoving tapes into my walkmans throat
Heading to the castle,
Filling in the moat!
Solid oak hardwood floors
Central air
And I strained every muscle
That I owned
When it was complete
We were met with
Rain drops tapping on my brain!
Yeah
If desperation had a name
It would have to be the corner
Of capitol and main
So
If you back down
Then I might back down
Loaves of olive bread
Hanging from my side
A four-foot chain around my waist
A lock of solid brass
Three speed red Raleigh
Relocate my stomach to my chest
Rain drops tapping on my brain
ah yes
Let them come down.
Let them fall.
Twine
Tonight’s my last night in town
Yeah i'm just sorta hopping around
Checking out whats
Going down
You know.
Walking down Fry Street
I caught an arrow to the neck
What did I expect?
Walking alone,
And like a stone at the bottom of the lake
You dragged me home
We’ve been cleaning out the gutters,
scrubbing down the slate.
nah nah nah ah ha
I've been waiting for this day
Nah na na
I’m coming back
Squirrels pick apart our nest
Just let them go
We don’t need it anymore
Pack up our things
Tongues lapping on our sores
Nah ha ha ahhhhhh
Concrete stairs
Today I paid for a 437 dollar
Bottle of air
It didn’t bother me one bit
Talking is all we got until spring break hits
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh..
Last month I bought a 296-dollar
Bag of dirt
It didn’t even hurt
I feel fine
It will all pay off
When I see you face to face
For now all we got is talk
Yeah, yeah.. yeah...
I don’t care
I don’t care at all
Who needs bread when
You have this much honey
When I come running towards you
Don’t expect me to have any money
Or anything new to say
Ok.. ok... ok.
Pack Mule.
Can you bring people back from the dead?
Sure but only people I like
My advice to you is
To not take such a gamble with your life.
I’m afraid I have a virus
I wont hesitate to
Give it to you all.
I keep hacking and coughing
I’m a powder keg of infection
My misery is sounding out your fall.
tonight
today
I’m not buying you ladies any more beer.
Lower your fists grasping crisp
Twenty-dollar bills
My bruised sore arms
Can’t carry 448 oz of the high life
to your door
Well they can its just
They told the head we were
Being taken advantage of
Or for granted
Drop acorns in your path
Let trees rise where they were planted.
I think whats getting to me the most
is that tonight im not drinking a drop.
But if you asked, Id ease you into death
My barking tan and brown speckled bird.
You shall be heard!
Natural grease
10:38 on a Thursday evening
I was surprised to find you already home
In the extra large gray shirt you sleep in
A book you’ve read attached to your nose.
I held my breath and I stepped inside,
Quietly searching for somewhere to hide.
Because this whole place stinks of you mad at me.
The lamp by the bed cast foreboding shadows.
My steps on the carpet were starting to roar.
I wish you still had that long long hair,
So I would'nt be able to see so much of your face.
I can’t stand the sight of it
Or this putrid silence that’s coating the place.
Id give just about anything to hear you snore.
Then out of the blue
400 mice came pouring out of the pantry
In a thick gray skittering swarm.
Not one of them hesitated to advance on us
And like a raging barbarian hoard,
They flooded the halls and rippled their way
Into our room.
I’m surprisingly fine with the whole surreal scene,
But it’s those little things
That make your skin crawl.
I know this because I see it.
I know it.
Go ahead and hide under the covers.
I knew it. I blew it.
But you’re just going to lay there
And let them eat you alive!
That’s fine by me
Just remember I didn’t invite them
They came on their own accord. Of course.
Here are some lyrics for a new band that rose out of the ashes of what was supposed to be "Total fuckers"
Its a thrash/fast core band not unlike SSE and MGR which until our first practice today was named Nun Punch: with Tom from SSE, a pair of spring kids Anthony and Elton Marshall Graves and myself. All songs are about video games or movies, the band is called lethal enforcers we made a myspace for it so it’s official.
(all songs are about 30 seconds long)
The sleeper awakens
For the fighters!
40 legions of terror troops cant stop us now!
Fear is the mind killer
I let it pass over and through me.
Heat upon heat upon heat
my name is a killing word
I will not stop until no harkonen
breathes arakine air!
Operational Shields
All craft pull up...
its a trap!
Dis infestation annihilation squad
Explosives are in place
Crews positioned on each block
we will spew forth against
(the) Dis infestation annihilation squad!
this is a revolution
this is a revolver
with unlimited bullets.
Melmond
In the northern wastes there once
was a prosperous civilization
but now it is ruins.
All living things were
born to die
No one can defeat me!
There are more than vampires beneath the earth
we will rise to meet them
the orbs will shine again..
thats all for now... forty seven more crumpled reciepts and napkins to decipher.
Like a trashcan fire in a prison cell.