montrose
well we played our show at montrose..
the sound mixer didnt know what the fuck he was doing..
they said a distortion pedal would be provided
there wasnt..
other than that everything went smoothly
we played the set without any form of distortion
that really sucked.
just ended up thrashing the shit out of my guitar even more.
we opened up the show like it should have been.
2001 Space Odyessey
Rock Show
Lost Again
Letter To Elise
Bathroom Floor
Barbie Girl
Shelby
Torn
La Bamba
Alcohol
Blue and Yellow
Dancing Through Sunday
Lost Without You
we played everything fucking awesome for not having distortion
driver 23 played, i wasnt impressed.
the guitarist is what held them together.
In The Red, still wasnt impressed,
Acoustic guitars, a drummer and a cello,
nothing really appealing.
Methman Motorcade, those motherfuckers kicked some ass
hands down to them they rocked that fucking stage.
unfortunately they took home 3rd place, they shouldve got 1st.
after we played i went to get food,
the night was going well.
then suddenly hit rock bottom.
hit it so hard i feel as if i was impaled by a sharp pointy rock.
came home at 2, got yelled at for coming home so late.
tried calling her, my tries are pointless.
today i didnt feel like going to school,
took the day off, went to eat breakfast at denny's
came to justins house and slept til 4:15.
and now im here eating some almond and pecan shortbread cookies
and listening to my Bayside cd.
i love them, put a lot into perspective for me.
she hates them. cant really blame her, they depress her.
well im off, gonna finish my new song, later.
"Alcohol and Alter Boys" - Bayside
There's a voice in my head telling me why I should hate you,
But I hate myself instead.
There's a pair of dead eyes in the mirror looking back at me.
I guess its wrong to live life so lifelessly.
Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees.
I guess thats what I should get for crawling back at your feet.
And now I'm feeling so down, that there's no God above.
No mercy for a soul thats just way too fucked up.
There's a pain in my chest growing stronger with every heartbeat.
Now there's nothing left of me,
but empty bottles of pills and Bacardi.
Yes, I guess its wrong to live right.
Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees.
I guess thats what I should get for crawling back at your feet.
And now I'm feeling so down, that there's no God above.
No mercy for a soul thats just way too fucked up.
Leave me here to die
the sound mixer didnt know what the fuck he was doing..
they said a distortion pedal would be provided
there wasnt..
other than that everything went smoothly
we played the set without any form of distortion
that really sucked.
just ended up thrashing the shit out of my guitar even more.
we opened up the show like it should have been.
2001 Space Odyessey
Rock Show
Lost Again
Letter To Elise
Bathroom Floor
Barbie Girl
Shelby
Torn
La Bamba
Alcohol
Blue and Yellow
Dancing Through Sunday
Lost Without You
we played everything fucking awesome for not having distortion
driver 23 played, i wasnt impressed.
the guitarist is what held them together.
In The Red, still wasnt impressed,
Acoustic guitars, a drummer and a cello,
nothing really appealing.
Methman Motorcade, those motherfuckers kicked some ass
hands down to them they rocked that fucking stage.
unfortunately they took home 3rd place, they shouldve got 1st.
after we played i went to get food,
the night was going well.
then suddenly hit rock bottom.
hit it so hard i feel as if i was impaled by a sharp pointy rock.
came home at 2, got yelled at for coming home so late.
tried calling her, my tries are pointless.
today i didnt feel like going to school,
took the day off, went to eat breakfast at denny's
came to justins house and slept til 4:15.
and now im here eating some almond and pecan shortbread cookies
and listening to my Bayside cd.
i love them, put a lot into perspective for me.
she hates them. cant really blame her, they depress her.
well im off, gonna finish my new song, later.
"Alcohol and Alter Boys" - Bayside
There's a voice in my head telling me why I should hate you,
But I hate myself instead.
There's a pair of dead eyes in the mirror looking back at me.
I guess its wrong to live life so lifelessly.
Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees.
I guess thats what I should get for crawling back at your feet.
And now I'm feeling so down, that there's no God above.
No mercy for a soul thats just way too fucked up.
There's a pain in my chest growing stronger with every heartbeat.
Now there's nothing left of me,
but empty bottles of pills and Bacardi.
Yes, I guess its wrong to live right.
Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees.
I guess thats what I should get for crawling back at your feet.
And now I'm feeling so down, that there's no God above.
No mercy for a soul thats just way too fucked up.
Leave me here to die