Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Fruitcakes

No lyrics to start tonight, although I cant promise I wont end with em. No videos tonight and I promise that I wont end with one. Maybe a Milli Vanilli video for Melissa just to help her sleep. Well as most that read these stupid rants of mine know my parents are on the fritz. Got to see the highest part of love this weekend and at the same time saw the lowest part of love all in one set of vows. My older cuz got married to what seemed to be a pretty cool cat. Wedding was good and they seemed to be very, very happy. While at the same time sat by my father and could feel the sadness peel off my skin. Although I think it was good for him to hear those vows to realize what he fucked over. Blahblah. I am sick of hearing about it and sick of everybody giving their opinions about it. They are 50+ year old grown adults and I have the utmost faith that they will figure it out. Here to help, but done with opinions. Here to talk, but done with talking about what they need to do. Here for them, but so far away.

Watching the religious right try to knock Obama off his throne. James Dobson. Damn I was hoping that I wouldnt hear that name ever again. I had enough of that douche bag in my life already. The sticker on my fridge says it all...."Focus on your own damn family."


Cuz. It was great to hang out with you and see you at the wedding. You are a much better person that you think you are and I only wish you the best in your struggles. We all love you and are hear to help in anyway that we can. How is your ankle??? :)

As we all question our place in the world, our decisions in the world, our bringing up in this world, etc. Read below.

I'm questioning my education
Is my education who I am now?
While you're deciding, I've been finding
Looking around in the here and now.
If I've been taught from the beginning
Would my fears now be winning?

I'm questioning my own equation
Is my own equation relevant somehow?
The flags are waving, the news is breaking
See the man who can't pick out his own tie
If I've been taught from the beginning
Would my fears now be winning?
A wild world, figuring out the answers
I'll be in my own dance and I, I, yeah, I, I....
I'm questioning my education
Rewind and what does it show?
Could be, the truth it becomes you
I'm a seed, wondering why it grows

VIVA LA BARACK H. OBAMA

Friday, June 06, 2008

Meccamputechture

Meaning:



Lyrics that you cant understand unless you read every word.


Amputechture came Philistine praise Bottomless pit of empty names Incarcerated habit tore from the palms Severing the breast Melting on his arms

Beneath those locks Of dirty red hair A necklace of follicles with sabertooth monocles They want a bouquet of black rose gems Castrating kisses stalactite stems They went and built a capsule in the cyanide one Where the holiest of water would have you to drown

Tomorrow is a gift ‘Cause now is never left You gotta find my body In the Mecca context

You give me a corpse You live in it now You’re staring from unkempt nourishment plows

You give me a corpse You live in it now You’re staring from unkempt nourishment plows

Please dismantle all this phantom limbs It’s the evidence of humans as ornaments Humans as ornaments Humans as ornaments Humans as ornaments

Everyone stares all the time Persuasion deflowers your sympathy Everybody’s choosing to hold these shovels and burying me

This stir is turning Christ to make repent again So I’ve heard They’re cutting all the youngest ones Said this dirt is turning Christ to make repent his lust So I’ve heard That the puppets tugs its pull

Please dismantle all this phantom limbs It’s the evidence of humans as ornaments Humans as ornaments Humans as ornaments Humans as ornaments

Everyone stares all the time Persuasion deflowers your sympathy Everybody’s choosing to hold these shovels and burying me

Now for meat The pin slipped whispers of both of our heaps Swept to an earth of Magdalen’s frowns Prune fingers who tug at a zealot’s shroud

I obsconse supreme truth as it touches this house I obsconse supreme truth…

Repeat Chorus. And Watch Passion.