Hiding

There's no lies and never anything hidden.

We're like two open books blowing in the wind.

Our words white and never miss a step.

We're used and broken, but we cover it so nice.

Gaslight Anthem

They say red sky at night, sailors delight.
They're smiling tonight, sleeping with eyes shut tight.

Finding our voices in dark black ink, between us and them it's the only link.

Misinterpreting everything inside a wink, when in reality it was an involuntary blink.

Practicing our forms of legless love, strange and as broken as a fallen dove.

Cold hans covered in gloves, colder hands with a lack thereof.

1994.

I've never known how to live for tomorrow.

I've never thought ahead more than ten minutes.

I've never seen the glass as empty or full.

I've always drank it before I've looked at what's inside.

I've always taken life for a gift at this moment.

I've always done what felt right,

and I've never had a regret.

ABC's and 123's

we say so much to tell so little. we can never vocalize what is repeated through our heads daily.


we ask uncountable questions, just to beat around the bush. we hint and wink, allude and suggest.


read my mind, see how much of a dirty bastard i really am, but don't make me say any of this out loud.


let me type it, text it and tattoo it. i cant get my mouth to form these words into something real.


the inflections in my voice might give me away, me nervous laughing might show me to be weak.


so let me type it, text it and tattoo it. cause i cant get my mouth to form these words into something fake.

i want to paint like Hitler one day..

hey, YOU!

I know the one i want...
looking down at me from the top of the stairs,
walking across my lawn to retrieve the fallen snakes,
in my kitchen when i wake up in the morning,
standing aside while i call all the shots,

strumming chords on my guitar in the basement,

in my blankets when it gets too cold,
outside my house when i don't answer my phone,
being my hip hop misfit, straight from the pacific.

sick

66 songs, 4:02:21 total time, 261.6 MB

What they don't tell you is the feel, emotion and zeal.

It's in the voices and riffs, screaming loud over cliffs.

Moonshine and moon's shine, I'm miles and miles past the line.

My stolen face and dirty head have found freedom.

I need a field of trees and a backyard of grass.

One day i'll wake up with a smile and a green thumb.

One day i'll go to bed and leave forever, alas.

Not Today.

Tonight. 
That's all it's ever been about.

The ride home.

The cigarette burning between my fingers.

The unbearable stench of tomorrow.

The sun setting on a low note.

The goodbye kiss we can't deny.

The stolen words and shoulder shrugs.
The ventilation in the bathrooms and cars.

The new blankets for you and me.

Still hearing your laugh, you've stolen the key.

         

Like a bouncin' antelope

Dustin Bushnell. Duddy B. Dirty Head.  Legitimate Sex God. 

Fire on the Mountain

heart and body.

mind and folly.

sole and heel.

bow and kneel.

life and death.

shortness of breath.

guns and beer.

love and fear.

VICTIMIZE! IMPROVISE!

Listen to it acoustic. laugh at the words that remind you of your own everyday.

Make your knees a portable drum set. bruise 'em up by the end of the day.

Loose your clothes to the orphans. watch them wear your belts and hats.

Mimic the doctors orders as if they're your own. eat the apples and run the miles.

Look into my eyes and tell me that your clean. you smell of the grass and move like the sun.

Meditate on your math homework. make sure the y=mx+b.

Learn your ABC's backwards and forwards. bet people for their cars, money and dreams.

Motivate, nurture, oversee, provide, qualify, repair, simplify, teach, utilize, volunteer, write, xtinguish, yell, zoom out.

Compulsive Liars.

I never knew i was no lover,
until i walked a few miles alone, until i found a new home.
I never knew i was a wanderer,
until my feet got cold, until my bags were packed.
I never knew i was capable,
until i made gold from dust, until i stood in the waves.

I always knew i was a lover,
from the first time i picked you up, the first time i let it go.
I always knew i'd stay,
from the first time you almost left, the first time i felt at home.
I always knew i couldn't do it alone,
from the first time i slipped, the first time you picked me up.

ladidadidadidadidadidadadadadada

wooden earrings. leggings and socks.

400 feet. two burritos and izzes.

red. green, yellow and black.

capos. 6 strings and hollow.

devendra. dirtiest man on earth & sons.

"sing like you believe."

Owl Eyes Unwinding

When are you gonna realize that she's just like me?
Same hair, same face, same clothes and tastes.
You'll talk to her like you talked to me.
She'll answer just like me, and you'll love it all.
But it will end the same, it always will with you.
You fall for the same girl over and over.
She has new eyes, maybe a new name.
But you only see what you want to see.
And you've been finding it for years now.
You know where to look, and how to catch.
You'll always love her.
You'll never love us crude copies.

well this is the best thing i ever posted.

"Get in the groove and let the good times roll,

We're gonna stay here 'till we sooth our souls."

;)

he looked for it. she searched high and low. i scanned the land. they retraced their steps and we all left blood trails.

day after day, night after night...our eyes were perfectly positioned and our thoughts were focused, ready for the challenge at hand.

then...with the help of a effect..........the ultimate wink was found.

Harden My Heart,

make it hard as a stone, i'll skip it over the lake in the summer..watch it sink to the sandy floor. hollow out my internal organs and squeeze out my brain. 

i want to float.

peel off my skin that itches, burns and breaks. gouge out my eyes that let me see what i never wanted to know. 

leave me with my bracelets, rings and necklace. let me keep only what i want to keep.

don't tell me to search my brain and pick out the seeds and stems. i'll leave them there, i'll let myself be blurred and wrong and slightly off target. let me float through life, this is how i've chosen to live. to each their own, then we will all find a home.

Starman

your eyes are closed, your somewhere between dream land and real life. all the sudden, the walls cave in and the black lights flash white. the record rewinds, and it's quite the bug out. it's the last one for the night, or so we hope. and bowie comes on the station to remind us, "that was no DJ, that was hazy cosmic jazz"