Saturday, May 31, 2008
Who I was I couldna recall
An amnesia of identity afflictee
But when I heard the notes I remembered all
Dead in a grave like a ninety year old knave
I couldnae see the sky or feel my hands
But this one thing did really save:
Rock and roll played by a coupla bands
I heard my name in the fortissimos
I saw my face in the vibrating bass
Whispers and tears of joy sound pianissimo
When I break out and dance all nutcase
Soon, I hope to offer a new collection of my music. You know, the stuff I was working on over summer. Soon may be weeks or maybe months, but I'm gonna try to make it happen.
Soon, I will exceed 22 years of age. Soon in this case is more like weeks or maybe days, but it's gonna happen whether I try to make it happen or not.
Soon, soon. All times are soon.
A Beater, A Hammer and A Steel String is all I need,
Thursday, May 29, 2008
This is ash and bodies everywhere
This is a death and rebirth
This is a countdown completed
By the way, welcome to anyone who's still following me down the rabbit hole from other blogs that I used to (and still might) maintain.
In some ways, this blog will try to be different, focusing more on original art, ideas, music, my own lyrics and generally more awesome stuff as opposed to an introspective blog that journeys into myself in ways that not even I can understand and posts lyrics that other people wrote.
But then, who knows what exactly I'll do. I claim that the future is unwritten. At least, until I get around to typing it all out and posting it.
Grace and peace be with you,
Monday, May 26, 2008
But you've gotta admire someone who would take what they know (or what they want to ridicule, even) and do it.
It's all in the doing.
Keep keeping the commands,
Sunday, May 18, 2008
The 0000 Language
Best Of Film
Best Of Print
Best Of The Internet
Dark Arts Of Music
Off With Your Head
The Weird Side Of Life
Don't worry if some of those sound scary, crazy or inappropriate. Mostly I'm all about Music, Christianity, Engineering, Friends and Uni.
Keep standing strong,
The Faction Splinters