SHE WANTS ME TO SPEAK THOSE WORDS, AND DIG MY GRAVE. BUT LOOKING AROUND AT YOU PEOPLES FACES, THOSE ARE THINGS THAT I’LL NEVER SAY. SO FUCK THIS CITY. FUCK THIS CITY.
I just need some time to sleep this off. The last thing that I need to do is talk. And when I’m dreaming I’ll think of the few things I like in reality and you’ll be right there next to me. But you can’t dream your whole life.
we need a clean flag that burns
silent temples only flexing to serve
a president born to bleed and smoke
fucking fire in the streets and a new portrait of family and home
Menshevik blood, cooler than Davis sketching Spain
Silo eyes see war between drops of dirty rain
Menshevik head, bloated body of an American boy
paint the white house red, paint blue bloods green
while the world fights itself
the well digger’s soul still knows
civil liberties don’t speak for themselves
you chose to live a life of digging holes
Menshivik blood, cooler than Davis sketching Spain
silo eyes see war between drops of dirty rain
“who gives a shit?(Mary Magdalene Asked For A Kiss)”
american neurosis is saying enrich yourself
then finger fuck your guilt till we’re back in hell
where Capitalism and Das Kapital reigns inane,
cold saps search and stall for political sustain,
tired of debating whether one is insensitive or the other is boringly correct,
just gun the food banks and bomb the national stage, earn your party’s respect.
I’m really tired cause neither will win.
It’s the distraction given and no one gives a shit.
money, fear, and continence gets votes,
a mind like mine, hope is the rope
in which I hang myself like a picture of subversion, subvert this.
who gives a shit? mary Magdalene asked for a kiss.
who gives a shit? means no more than fly’s wet dream.
who gives a shit? mary Magdalene asked for a kiss.
who gives a shit? means no more than every politician’s intent.
8 grand a year forced the truth,
I exist outside of political opinion, sown to my financial cysts,
bottle caps in the ashtrays of old men afraid of young minds,
sitting in the foundation that bares the belly of their banks
coal dust in my eyes, dead sparrow shrines
there’s no doves on my street, only car title loans for me
I’m young and dead, I’m young and dead
my voice is a quieter than drying concrete
young and shelved for modern wars
young and dead, shit stains on the american sprawl
grey hair’d troubadours dine and dictate at my expense
it’s poetic how lost in the machine the american dream really is
the left or the right? how about the let the poor decide?
you can’t dictate your nation’s policies if you’ve never been hungry
where’s god’s love?
does the machine know of me?
did jesus eat thirty dollar steaks
or did he eat in the streets?
Hope I can mosh.
Latin For Truth - Natural Tailor Of Natural Joy
I’m a natural tailor of natural joy. People move on, kids move faster. You got what you wanted be cool, just be you.
I stretched my skin and dried, sewed myself up and filled it to the neck with wine, but still we lie. Back’s to hell facing the moonlight. Has the well run dry? No, the well’s half empty with a boy trapped inside, alive, scraping the surface trying to see the light.
When the hammer comes down will it bend the nail at the neck? Or scar the hand of the martyr that you’d hoped to resurrect? When death is infinite will your God ask you, “What did you expect?” When the hammer comes down will it only leave a dent?
I heard the truth once, and like a lucid dream I awoke one morning to hear the prophets plead. “So much to say. So much to sing. So what’s to think? Nobody’s listening…”
When the hammer comes down will it bend the nail at the neck? Or scar the hand of the martyr that you’d hoped to resurrect? When death is infinite will your God ask you, “What did you expect?”
When the hammer comes down will it only leave a dent?
After The Fall - Macho Bullshit
There’s something more here than a room full of kids
Pushing each other around and swinging their fists
Show me a sing along then breakdown cliché isn’t played
Out I disagree
Tell me when did fighting became part of your plan
What the fuck does gang mentality have to do with music?
Show me the ideas and ethics we learned
When we were kids still remain
Pack up your macho bullshit
‘Cause you’re not, you’re not wanted here
I still feel the same way
I did when I was nine
Why have all my friends lost touch with what
Was so important to us?
HAPPY NEW YEAR! If you guys haven’t heard this version of ‘Slow Motion’ yet, here it is. If you’d like to buy this song, it’s available on iTunes. -LC
Slow Motion (Acoustic) - Stay On The Outside (iTunes Exclusive)
It took all of 10 minutes to make this flyer. I’m so psyched for this show… Super DIY venue with a miniramp and a bunch of friends. FUCK YEAH!
Such a dope flyer…such a dope show…
So hear it is, after months of hinting about it, talking about it, bragging about it, and being obsessed with it, we can finally give you the release info for our first single being released through Doghouse Records. On January 3rd, we are proud to announce that our new song “Harvard On The Hudson” will be released digitally through iTunes and Amazon
Check this out, it’s going to be so good.
tight. love this band.