say hello to the rock’s topography it holds quite a lot of interest with your face down on it say hello to the shrinking in your head you cant see it but you know its there, so don’t neglect it
i’m taking her home with me, all dressed in white she’s got everything i need; pharmacy keys she’s fallen hard for me; i can see it in her eyes she acts just like a nurse with all the other guys
say hello to all the apples on the ground they were once in your eyes but you sneezed them out while sleeping say hello to everything you’ve left behind its even more a part of your life now that you cant touch it
i’m taking her home with me, all dressed in white she’s got everything i need; some pills that are red on top she’s fallen hard for me; i can see it in her eyes she acts just like a nurse with all the other guys
she’s got everything i need; pharmacy keys she acts just like a nurse with all the other guys.
morning gray ignites a twisted mess of foreign shapes and sounds i wish the ceiling was the ground i'll send you flowers made of silent tiny pieces of the sun to help me make up for this one while you send me tidal waves of love when you're alone and i can't remember what you do to find a way to turn the signal back to heaven sounding blue and bring me faithful back to you and she don't hold me right, she's never going to get me there not tonight if we break off gently in slow motion, spinning outward into space my hand always floating gently at the wheel while you sweetly hold my face and i need you to give it meaning, i need you to share the view or it becomes a time for me to love myself like every other thing i do
god damnit, get the fuck out and stay out. I never see you and you’re fucking things up for me. what the fuck logic is that?
it’s all in my head. what the fuck is wrong with me?
I have such animalistic instincts. I really wish I could just get the fuck over it.
but no. I’m the overprotective, over thinking, worry wart who gets so fucking down on his stupid brain’s thoughts. I don’t even know why I feel this way. I have no reason to. I just never want to see your fucking face ever again. I wish I didn’t have to worry about seeing you around. I wish I didn’t have to worry about what you do. I wish I didn’t have to think about you. but no. it’s stuck.
my mind is obsessed with fucking destroying you. I would slowly pick you apart, and terrorize you, and make you know what the fuck you are.
Today begins Chapter 3 for the life of the author and the illustrator.
Cliff quit the band today. it went a little something like “I feel like it’s my time to quit because I am hardly available, and only on the weekends can I even do anything. Also I haven’t felt very welcomed lately.”
I hate the fact that he quit, but I hate even more that I understand why he quit.
but, we are in the writing process right now. this is a time for change. this is a time for growth, and expansion. Finding a bassist will be fun, really. but it’s going to be damn hard finding a bassist like him. Who loved the music, was an incredible player, and a tone whore like the rest of us.
but, we have six songs completely done. 2 don’t have vocals, but it’s okay. and we have at least 4 other songs to work on. I’m just really excited for us right now. I can’t wait to play shows again.
Every single time I think I’ve got it, I’m kicked back down a hole and forced to climb back up.
When you make music, you’re supposed to make something different. What’s the point of creating what’s already here? It’s just a waste of space.
now, being different for the sake of different, is not the right thing to do. You have to make the kind of music that comes naturally to you, and that you enjoy most and FEEL the most.
I have always been stuck between these two margins.
You have to find a middle ground to it; if you make a certain kind of music, that isn’t the most “different” and “innovative” you shouldn’t change yourself to the point that you aren’t even close to what you used to be, but you should just renovate. Take the things that are typical, and think about how you can change it and make it better. If someone can name bands that you sound like, and you legitimately sound like them to the point that a LOT of people bring it up, you need to change something.
My band is always, always compared to Minus the Bear AND Circa Survive. and I honestly don’t fucking get it. We really don’t have that much influence other than the minus the bear drumming and the spacey-ness of circa. but we were also compared to thrice, but ian and I had never even listened to them before. I don’t know what that means, but I guess it could be taken either way.
the biggest thing you have to remember: do not listen to the same kind of music you make, often. Listen to other things. if you are in a rock band, listen to Electronic music, or jazz or something. find things you like that aren’t in your comfort zone. you will take in those influences subconciously, and it will show in your music and you’ll more likely make something different. It’s a good way to keep yourself fresh.
“you catch peoples’ attention and they want to follow it because they’re drawn to it but unfortunately you slip through a crack in a door or in the ceiling and disappear and no one is sure where or why…but then one day they see you again and you bring back all that curiousity and captivation.”—a shiny reflection.