i am the dark, the absolute matter of air
sunday evening at 9:53.
i have alot on my mind but nothing to think about. today my band finished up our recording and got our promo pictures taken, we should be getting those to you relatively soon to look at.
some stuff still needs to be finished on the cd, so unfortunately i can't put any of the songs up yet. but rest assured we had fun (well, as much fun as you can have recording). the promo pictures where alot more fun. i got to play with fake blood! just put that in your bread basket until you see the pictures.
i have become a zombie.
and not even a zombie that does anything cool.
just one that works and sleeps all the time, and is too busy working or sleeping to eat anyones brains.
too busy working or sleeping to meet another zombie who shares common zombie interest.
though i chose the way this routine would fuck me over eventually, i look into the most hidden corners of these rediculous days to find something that makes me the same kind of happy i usually would be. the same kind of happy i would be when i hear a really really good love song. im realizing i haven't heard a real good song in a while.
"dressed up to the eyes, it's a wonderful surprise
to see your shoes and your spirits rise
throw out your frown, and just smiling at the sound
and sleek as a shriek spinning round and round
always take a big bite, it's such a gorgeous sight
to see you eat in the middle of the night"
i like when i forget how much i love the way a song goes, then hear it again and i'm just like 'fuck right'
there are coming times when you just need to lay to rest the demons of "never going to happen",
and believe the sloppy dream that is "someday maybe"
-adam
i have alot on my mind but nothing to think about. today my band finished up our recording and got our promo pictures taken, we should be getting those to you relatively soon to look at.
some stuff still needs to be finished on the cd, so unfortunately i can't put any of the songs up yet. but rest assured we had fun (well, as much fun as you can have recording). the promo pictures where alot more fun. i got to play with fake blood! just put that in your bread basket until you see the pictures.
i have become a zombie.
and not even a zombie that does anything cool.
just one that works and sleeps all the time, and is too busy working or sleeping to eat anyones brains.
too busy working or sleeping to meet another zombie who shares common zombie interest.
though i chose the way this routine would fuck me over eventually, i look into the most hidden corners of these rediculous days to find something that makes me the same kind of happy i usually would be. the same kind of happy i would be when i hear a really really good love song. im realizing i haven't heard a real good song in a while.
"dressed up to the eyes, it's a wonderful surprise
to see your shoes and your spirits rise
throw out your frown, and just smiling at the sound
and sleek as a shriek spinning round and round
always take a big bite, it's such a gorgeous sight
to see you eat in the middle of the night"
i like when i forget how much i love the way a song goes, then hear it again and i'm just like 'fuck right'
there are coming times when you just need to lay to rest the demons of "never going to happen",
and believe the sloppy dream that is "someday maybe"
-adam