Reise Reise!
You bitches!
If you're reading this, and you have yet to purchase Rammstein - Reise Reise, I am going to kick your ass, regardless if you're a girl or a man of african decent.
So I'm listening to The Mars Volta's live set from Irvine (the concert I went to) on October 23rd. that I downloaded in .FLAC< form from a secret website I CANNOT EVER DISCLOSE. I have not said this in three years, and the last time I did, it was my and my friend Matt's conclusion on Radiohead's album The Bends.
"This is so good it hurts."
I believe The Mars Volta has well established the fact that their music is superior to all others on the planet. It makes me want to get out of my chair and go kick someone in the fucking face. I was listening to my headphones on a jog I take around where I live on weekends, and a woman was holding a baby, so I wrestled it from her arms and dropkicked it into an electric fence. The music is THAT good. Don't believe me? Download The Mars Volta - Cicatriz ESP (but only after you buy the album, you cheap fuck.)
I wrote this on the beach. The sunset was great that night.
Simpletons On Shores
Fending off those curls again
The dawn's at the tip of the world
A post I'd seen; a phantom lost and dragging chains across my dreams
A shot of man and metal flesh
A transit in realities
Falls from the sky like thunder and dives
To crash into the blackened sea
A beak at the fish in a crossroads to death
An arrow toward a galaxy
A continent apart and we're torn at the seams
It's amazing her eyes cannot see what I see
Renting out a lot of space
To section off a block of peace
A part of me lost to insert your smile
The hovering clouds shed their tears upon me
I am the pity between sunrise and sunset
A warm hand grasping at the edge
A sunken tide swept out the sands
Of a million thoughts I'm thinking
A sailor lost can't find the land
And trying not to panic when
The day lays down upon the clouds
And drowns itself in the horizon
A child plays at the breaking shore
And then so unexpectedly
Is washed away like art in sand
And becomes a shriveled memory
Let not our voices be drown out
Your heart sits just behind your eyes
Our footprints by the sea wash out
In time, with hope, the sun will rise.
If you're reading this, and you have yet to purchase Rammstein - Reise Reise, I am going to kick your ass, regardless if you're a girl or a man of african decent.
So I'm listening to The Mars Volta's live set from Irvine (the concert I went to) on October 23rd. that I downloaded in .FLAC< form from a secret website I CANNOT EVER DISCLOSE. I have not said this in three years, and the last time I did, it was my and my friend Matt's conclusion on Radiohead's album The Bends.
"This is so good it hurts."
I believe The Mars Volta has well established the fact that their music is superior to all others on the planet. It makes me want to get out of my chair and go kick someone in the fucking face. I was listening to my headphones on a jog I take around where I live on weekends, and a woman was holding a baby, so I wrestled it from her arms and dropkicked it into an electric fence. The music is THAT good. Don't believe me? Download The Mars Volta - Cicatriz ESP (but only after you buy the album, you cheap fuck.)
I wrote this on the beach. The sunset was great that night.
Simpletons On Shores
Fending off those curls again
The dawn's at the tip of the world
A post I'd seen; a phantom lost and dragging chains across my dreams
A shot of man and metal flesh
A transit in realities
Falls from the sky like thunder and dives
To crash into the blackened sea
A beak at the fish in a crossroads to death
An arrow toward a galaxy
A continent apart and we're torn at the seams
It's amazing her eyes cannot see what I see
Renting out a lot of space
To section off a block of peace
A part of me lost to insert your smile
The hovering clouds shed their tears upon me
I am the pity between sunrise and sunset
A warm hand grasping at the edge
A sunken tide swept out the sands
Of a million thoughts I'm thinking
A sailor lost can't find the land
And trying not to panic when
The day lays down upon the clouds
And drowns itself in the horizon
A child plays at the breaking shore
And then so unexpectedly
Is washed away like art in sand
And becomes a shriveled memory
Let not our voices be drown out
Your heart sits just behind your eyes
Our footprints by the sea wash out
In time, with hope, the sun will rise.