the poetry of the moshpit. fuck any who decline to acknoledge it can be done
tonite i listened to music that makes me headbang. eventually inflames came on and i was forced to put the winamp on fucking repeat again. trigger. fuck it, i have no idea what he's saying at this point. i can hear searching, what's real, answer, tell us why, creature, i'll look up the lyrics later. it's the few that stand out and the pure metal beat of the heart of the song that calls to the core.
so i download the music video and what do i see? the lead singer has fucking dreadlocks.
.. woa ...
shit, short of max cavilera and the remaining fear factory drummer i can't call to mind a huge amount of metal fuckers that have dreadlocks (k, so there was that dude at the bury me deep concert in everett, but it's still FUCKING rare).
what's better? i was watching the video for twisted sister's i wanna rock earlier and i was pining for the days where we'd all be in a concert headbanging in unison. what's in flames doing? yup. all god damn members of the band on stage putting it fucking out *oldskool* baby. god DAMN i miss that! today? fuck you're lucky to find another long haired fucker in the god damn pit! we're so fucking ecstatic that we see each other that we usually go fucking bezerk and there's a good 5-7 second of JUST the long haired fuckers in the pit (kittie, mnemic, crowbar, all of the moshpits i've been to recently were like this. CLEAR OUT DIPSHITS!!! LET THE BITCHES WITH *EXPERIENCE* SHOW YOU HOW TO RULE A PIT!!!!!! GET STOMPED ON! FUCK YEA JAMES!!!! GET BACK UP AND BODY CHECK THAT FUCKERS ASS TO THE GOD DAMN HEAD? HE SURVIVE? HE WAS WORTHY? HE NOT? THEN IT'S BEEN FUCKING PAYBACK TIME DREADD!!!!
god damn i miss the days when we were all combined. one mind, one purpose, one moshpit.
one beastling thrashing vibe,
all controlled the same
one broken dream afire
one rage brought anew
each and every day
each and every song
each and every purpose
each and every perseverance
shine for tomorrow
shine for yourself
shine without knowledge
shine with purpose unfound
bring yourself beyond yesterday
bring yourself beyond opinion
bring yourself beyond expectation
bring yourself to new experience
today holds the secret
to tomorrow's keyhole
keep on moshing no matter
what stretches beyond your control.
this poem is dedicated to all the metalheadz who have cut their hair.
gone, but not forgotten.
so i download the music video and what do i see? the lead singer has fucking dreadlocks.
.. woa ...
shit, short of max cavilera and the remaining fear factory drummer i can't call to mind a huge amount of metal fuckers that have dreadlocks (k, so there was that dude at the bury me deep concert in everett, but it's still FUCKING rare).
what's better? i was watching the video for twisted sister's i wanna rock earlier and i was pining for the days where we'd all be in a concert headbanging in unison. what's in flames doing? yup. all god damn members of the band on stage putting it fucking out *oldskool* baby. god DAMN i miss that! today? fuck you're lucky to find another long haired fucker in the god damn pit! we're so fucking ecstatic that we see each other that we usually go fucking bezerk and there's a good 5-7 second of JUST the long haired fuckers in the pit (kittie, mnemic, crowbar, all of the moshpits i've been to recently were like this. CLEAR OUT DIPSHITS!!! LET THE BITCHES WITH *EXPERIENCE* SHOW YOU HOW TO RULE A PIT!!!!!! GET STOMPED ON! FUCK YEA JAMES!!!! GET BACK UP AND BODY CHECK THAT FUCKERS ASS TO THE GOD DAMN HEAD? HE SURVIVE? HE WAS WORTHY? HE NOT? THEN IT'S BEEN FUCKING PAYBACK TIME DREADD!!!!
god damn i miss the days when we were all combined. one mind, one purpose, one moshpit.
one beastling thrashing vibe,
all controlled the same
one broken dream afire
one rage brought anew
each and every day
each and every song
each and every purpose
each and every perseverance
shine for tomorrow
shine for yourself
shine without knowledge
shine with purpose unfound
bring yourself beyond yesterday
bring yourself beyond opinion
bring yourself beyond expectation
bring yourself to new experience
today holds the secret
to tomorrow's keyhole
keep on moshing no matter
what stretches beyond your control.
this poem is dedicated to all the metalheadz who have cut their hair.
gone, but not forgotten.