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i'm listening to jimmey eat world
and i'm going to be all sad and stuff
nah. but anyway, i've read some books, i read a philip k dick called "confessions of a crap artist"
and it was very good. my good god, yes.
i'm trying to simultaneously read Ayn's "The Romantic Manifesto," Hugo's "Les Miserable," Dostoeyevsky's "The Idiot," and Kafka's "The Castle." It's an interesting challenge. i got off work early today. i've been writing songs like a fucking, like, like a fucking songwriting demon.
examples follow.
THE WHITE TORCH
bleeding phosphorous
onto the pavenebt
your skin is cracking
between your fingertips
burning brightly down
in a blaze of glory
vacate vacate the system
restless in your alibis
a white torch flares
in a carriage-drawn vacuum
rays of reflected light
bouncing off your face
passing the buck
the torch stops here
vacate vacate the system
restess in your alibis
THE SACRIFICE
the sun splits two ways
into a right-hand bedroom
this hole inside me
has been filled with anger
i seek to grind somebodie's face
into the ground i've belonged to
all the fake fucking platitudes
that have raked my heart through
make the shell outside me
start to sag so i can shine to
rape
the martyr makes a sacrifice to
rape
in a run down lean-to
the martyr makes his sacrifice
his life for the love of a trophy wife
and alchohol and alchohol and alchohol
and alchohol and alchohol and alchohol
and rage and anger
against everything beautiful that he can see to
rape
the murderers sacrifice to
rape
in a run down lean-to
breaking out, breaking up, breaking down,
but never broken in
the goddess inside of you
the martyr inside of me
combine in explosive force
to rekindle our beauty
BLOWHARD(this song's old lyric wise, but new music wise)
candles and air pressure
candles burning friendly in the daytime
freezing to my face
it knows; i took a step back
and my feet, my feet tripped forward a little
blow
it was too late, the flames creep down
down my arms, up my legs
between my pubic bone caves
blow
throwing flaming matchsticks
like spears to the ground
and a perfect girl, with brown hair
was walking slow slow slow motion
i froze
and she smiled
blow
it was too late, the flames creep down
down my arms, up my legs
between my pubic bone caves
blow
one day she said: "you were never as warm
to me as that day so long long long ago"
and then she rotated towards me
"i was frozen,
burning in the cold. you thawed my heat.
you knew the trick, you!.. blow hard."
and i'm going to be all sad and stuff
nah. but anyway, i've read some books, i read a philip k dick called "confessions of a crap artist"
and it was very good. my good god, yes.
i'm trying to simultaneously read Ayn's "The Romantic Manifesto," Hugo's "Les Miserable," Dostoeyevsky's "The Idiot," and Kafka's "The Castle." It's an interesting challenge. i got off work early today. i've been writing songs like a fucking, like, like a fucking songwriting demon.
examples follow.
THE WHITE TORCH
bleeding phosphorous
onto the pavenebt
your skin is cracking
between your fingertips
burning brightly down
in a blaze of glory
vacate vacate the system
restless in your alibis
a white torch flares
in a carriage-drawn vacuum
rays of reflected light
bouncing off your face
passing the buck
the torch stops here
vacate vacate the system
restess in your alibis
THE SACRIFICE
the sun splits two ways
into a right-hand bedroom
this hole inside me
has been filled with anger
i seek to grind somebodie's face
into the ground i've belonged to
all the fake fucking platitudes
that have raked my heart through
make the shell outside me
start to sag so i can shine to
rape
the martyr makes a sacrifice to
rape
in a run down lean-to
the martyr makes his sacrifice
his life for the love of a trophy wife
and alchohol and alchohol and alchohol
and alchohol and alchohol and alchohol
and rage and anger
against everything beautiful that he can see to
rape
the murderers sacrifice to
rape
in a run down lean-to
breaking out, breaking up, breaking down,
but never broken in
the goddess inside of you
the martyr inside of me
combine in explosive force
to rekindle our beauty
BLOWHARD(this song's old lyric wise, but new music wise)
candles and air pressure
candles burning friendly in the daytime
freezing to my face
it knows; i took a step back
and my feet, my feet tripped forward a little
blow
it was too late, the flames creep down
down my arms, up my legs
between my pubic bone caves
blow
throwing flaming matchsticks
like spears to the ground
and a perfect girl, with brown hair
was walking slow slow slow motion
i froze
and she smiled
blow
it was too late, the flames creep down
down my arms, up my legs
between my pubic bone caves
blow
one day she said: "you were never as warm
to me as that day so long long long ago"
and then she rotated towards me
"i was frozen,
burning in the cold. you thawed my heat.
you knew the trick, you!.. blow hard."