Some Stuff...
Two things:
1. Just saw the new Coheed video. The new album looks promising. I don't remember when it comes out but I know it's soon.
2. Kim introduced me to this band called The Number 12 Looks Like You. They remind me of the Blood Brothers and the Locust. I've only heard two songs and here are the lyrics to them:
"The Devil's Dick Disaster"
When does this start when does this end someone is there whose never
a friend how do you do how do I do how should I ask where are my shoes
what is this coat what is this face I just need change to get out of this place
why all this pacing why all the drugging gimme that change before I start
mugging - It started when liquor became the star character just breaking
a leg needless to say taking advantage of blind elders isn't very saint
spitting out the beer then to growing my hair then to finding alcapulco gold
than came halucinations anger just sinking my fist into her face - A
simmering pot of glue I'm waiting to sniff it's just enough chemicals to put a
small hole into the ozone layer introduced to some powder dumping into my
system - working at bookstores with never showering yellow pit stains dance
music war stories on tape - Enter here follow signs to down hill take caution
leave behind all of your sexual powers apocolypse night has no mercy all
the buds are bastards when they choose to overlook and eliminate your
fantasy tonight - Needless to say taking advantage of blind elders isn't
very saint the snow is coming the flakes are all a flurry some touched my
skin they melt away but I have a purpose I never sway walking for hours
don't feel the cold I can't see the sun there's just the road the trees the
piles of leave like vomit on the ground - I arrive and inhale I inhale and
exhale and I know in my heart the devil doesn't lie I am a fucking machine
I am a fucking machine inhale and exhale and inhale and exhale I am a
fucking machine.
And my favorite... "Clarissa Explains Cuntainment"
The horror they leave in three's they always do I'm holding hands with the
devil while you make your deal with jesus so let me milk your prostate with
the unborn meat fingers - Horrible your eyes implode with lucifer's hammer
so you don't watch it's satisfaction guarenteed the horror this condemned
end of life three are dead one wounded you just should have planted the
rotten seed inside your grandmother she could afford the abortion three
one dead what was it what was occupying your mind into the vaginal
secretion I'll drop my rotten seed to you it's time to trash the fetal tissue
it's time to trash the fetal tissue one two three four five six.
I'll leave you with that for now.
1. Just saw the new Coheed video. The new album looks promising. I don't remember when it comes out but I know it's soon.
2. Kim introduced me to this band called The Number 12 Looks Like You. They remind me of the Blood Brothers and the Locust. I've only heard two songs and here are the lyrics to them:
"The Devil's Dick Disaster"
When does this start when does this end someone is there whose never
a friend how do you do how do I do how should I ask where are my shoes
what is this coat what is this face I just need change to get out of this place
why all this pacing why all the drugging gimme that change before I start
mugging - It started when liquor became the star character just breaking
a leg needless to say taking advantage of blind elders isn't very saint
spitting out the beer then to growing my hair then to finding alcapulco gold
than came halucinations anger just sinking my fist into her face - A
simmering pot of glue I'm waiting to sniff it's just enough chemicals to put a
small hole into the ozone layer introduced to some powder dumping into my
system - working at bookstores with never showering yellow pit stains dance
music war stories on tape - Enter here follow signs to down hill take caution
leave behind all of your sexual powers apocolypse night has no mercy all
the buds are bastards when they choose to overlook and eliminate your
fantasy tonight - Needless to say taking advantage of blind elders isn't
very saint the snow is coming the flakes are all a flurry some touched my
skin they melt away but I have a purpose I never sway walking for hours
don't feel the cold I can't see the sun there's just the road the trees the
piles of leave like vomit on the ground - I arrive and inhale I inhale and
exhale and I know in my heart the devil doesn't lie I am a fucking machine
I am a fucking machine inhale and exhale and inhale and exhale I am a
fucking machine.
And my favorite... "Clarissa Explains Cuntainment"
The horror they leave in three's they always do I'm holding hands with the
devil while you make your deal with jesus so let me milk your prostate with
the unborn meat fingers - Horrible your eyes implode with lucifer's hammer
so you don't watch it's satisfaction guarenteed the horror this condemned
end of life three are dead one wounded you just should have planted the
rotten seed inside your grandmother she could afford the abortion three
one dead what was it what was occupying your mind into the vaginal
secretion I'll drop my rotten seed to you it's time to trash the fetal tissue
it's time to trash the fetal tissue one two three four five six.
I'll leave you with that for now.