Monday, March 28, 2011

Who Is In Control of Who #2

Mesmerize, paralyze, criticize, fratricide
Did you forget you were supposed to protect us
Insurrection, resurrection, hesitation, convalescence
Did you forget you were supposed to respect us

Social contract or contract the social
we were all born in to this contract that you were to uphold

I won't forget and you won't relent, but
I won't relent and you won't forget
So we'll stand on different tiers
You up on marbled steps and column piers
and us on graveled rocks wanting you to hear:
that we're standing with signs and try to strike fear

From the top, following the drop
to the bottom, hopefully we caught them
off guard, en-guard
coup de grâce, coup d'état

We gave you permission to rule
but we will yank the pedestal you sit on 
and watch you fall into your own blood pool 

Because we will change our signs and cameras 
and replace them with bombs and AK-47s
We don't care if you don't forget, 
but for your own sake you should relent

Remember this:
you put us in a hole and expect us to dig you out
Governor or the governed you
ask yourself:
Who is in Control of Who?

Sunday, March 20, 2011

I wrote this sometime in June, because that's when it's dated, "Some time in June, 2010." I don't like to publish stuff this personal, because it is personal. But it is, in my humble opinion, a good example of some of my lyrics. I might change the privacy of this post at some point. Dunno.
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By the time day breaks
we'll make our escape
and you'll be out of here

I spent all last night
looking for letters you write
scattered somewhere in my room

And I was stoned all last week
because I couldn't speak about
the sentimental mood I've been in

And every song's the last
one I write about you
Until something else comes new

I'm trying not to think about you
But every sign I see and song I hear
Pulls me back to that March weekend

In day I wake and hold it straight
but at night I still dream of you
like I did that weekend then

Highspeed

I wrote this in Stats class sometime in later January or perhaps early February. It's lyrical, not poetical.
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Watch the high speed camera run 
at twice the speed of light
just to catch you at your worse
Never turn it off, never turn it off

I've been sleeping with this silence
that alone is enough to kill me
and all I see is enough to numb me
but she, she fuels me

So I've been awake in this sunlight
and all it does is freeze me
and all I can think about is who will fuck me
but she, she warms me

You still right the way you used to be
running from bare tree to tree
on the mountain top we used to sleep
And watch the high speed camera run
at twice the speed of light
just to catch you at your worse
Never turn it off, never turn it off

And no one will listen to me say
this will never work because you never let it
if you're feeding off me like before
the problem is I let it happen 
the problem is I'll let it happen

But let your grace run down on me
all I want is to make it there

You still right the way you used to be
running from bare tree to tree
on the mountain top we used to sleep
And watch the high speed camera run
at twice the speed of light
just to catch you at your worse
Never turn it off, never turn it off
Tonight's a good night
to get a warm feeling 
down left and right
it's summer time


Sink lips and sink hips
with your brown eyes
looking to strip
me up inside


Before midnight
Or before it gets light
Let's get carried away
or get it right

And the red chemical 
scorches through me
and it sears my empathy
with chemical burn

This is the coldest fuck I've ever had


And now I shiver
because this frigidness 
has become so blistering
I'm blistering 

And the miles of silence 
driven between us
is becoming screamable
rub our voices raw

Before midnight
or before it gets light
I'll pack my bags 
or strain my voice

And the red chemical 
scorches through me
and it sears my empathy
with chemical burn

This is the coldest night I've ever had

Who Is In Control of Who?

Mesmerize, paralyze, criticize, fratricide
Did you forget you were supposed to protect us?

Insurrection, resurrection, hesitation, convalescence
Did you forget you were supposed to respect us?

Social contract                                                                                                                  
Or contract the social

You put us in a hole
But you should help dig all of us out

Governor or the goverened you
Who is in control of who?

Unity in Dissonance

Inside a coffee den in Asheville City
one can find a wide-range of the cultural committee:

On the ripped leather of barstools they sit
each talking to another, in their nonconformity, they fit
men in skin tight denim jeans
with ruffled hair and ruffled tees
checkered flannel shirts and lenseless glasses
each holding their coffee cups up and down the aisle they make their passes

their mantra is rejecting what society says is the status quo
they get lost in the caffeine, nicotine, and alcohol that flow
with red eyes and gauged ears
the mix it up between coffee and beer
sitting at a table well into the night
they maintain that their way to live is right

But why do we hid behind the facade of underground music
and act like aligning under a name or clique will cause us to lose it?
What are we running from in life to give us this feeling?
What is so bad in the first place that has pushed us to reeling?
Because I too will admit this lifestyle is appealing
The endless nights of mixed drinks and no named girls give us reason for dealing

Do the nameless faces offer a contrast to the faceless Man?
the one who all non-conformists wish to overthrow and supplant

We may not be expatriates in a foreign land
but we are part of a new lost generation, trying to understand

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Making a Square Fit Into A Circle Hole By Shaving Down the Corners

What went awry when I looked into your eye?
And what was that noise, coming from the drunk killjoys?
What did you lose coming from anew?
Come sit beside and tell me to abide.

Bid them well and goodbye with tender hearts and sleeve-held grudges
Find one more excuse and put it on your forehead for good use
What did you lose coming from anew?
Come sit beside and tell me who do I abide.

Now here we are on open field
gravel rocks underneath our shoe
cameras we hold instead of guns
with a fence behind our back
we could be revolutionaries but we're stationary
because we choose to capture and not to shoot

Bid them well and goodbye with tender kiss and heartfelt grudges
And what went awry when I gazed into your eyes?
What did you lose coming from anew?
Come sit beside and tell me to who do I die.