If you havent seen Shaun of the Dead yet, i strongly suggest going to see it! One of the best movies ive seen in quite a while! I expected it to be good, but i was pretty blown away..i laughed my ass off.
We had a minor setback in recording, all drum tracks had to be re-done because of some recording equipment problems...but they got recorded again..at no charge! The rest of the guitar tracks are getting recorded tonight, vocals and my bass tracks within the next week. The place we are recording at is cool as hell, it used to be an old TV station. But now its a warehouse that ships P.A. Equipment and recording epuipment out and they recently built a studio in it. We are the first band to record there so they gave us a nice discount (its also helps to be friends with the guy doing the recording) and they even fed us..haha. Ill have some pics of it up here soon. But it will all defiantly be ready to go by Oct. 30th, Maybe sooner.
The no shaving contest at work is still going strong, i have the lumberjack look going on...
Thats it for now...
Im still in a great mood
And i still love you all..
"The Rip"
Fuck genius. What's an artist? Dead words devoid of meaning. Let's drop them.
I know where they can go, but your neck is blocking the hole. Let's start from zero.
Now, listen close.
This is a rip: "The scream that ignites the world?"
We're slaves to radios. We're not worth shit to talk to.
This is the pen that won't cauterize the wound. Whose plan to follow?
It feels like your own. It's an insult. You've fallen for it.
It feels like your own. It's your anthem, as jaded as its source.
The anemic. The pale, the sullen. An albumis evidence. I believed that shit.
Here, stuck in radios. No one's worth shit to talk to. These were my heroes.
Now they're all jokes.
This is a rip. 'The scream that ignites the world?"
We're slaves to radios. We're not worth shit to talk to.
This is the pen that won't cauterize the wound. Whose plan to follow?
It feels like your own. Itis an insult. You've fallen for it.
It feels like your own. It's your anthem, as jaded as its source.
The ceiling is waiting.
And you follow like it mattered if you did.
And it dropped you on your head cuz you took yourself for granted.
Heartless and headstrong. Jump right over the bodies. Life's a race. It's an obstacle course.
Hide, but you'll never have a choice when you go.
They would have noticed you if they had known, but you're fucked.
They'll only love you when you're gone,
or barely hanging on to all your organs and dignity while you're rotting in hospitals.
Don't believe it? It's not your fault. You're just worthless. You're one in a million.
Where is god? The ornament,
the holiday song whored out on reading materials in latrines and porta-johns?
Don't believe this.
You're not worthless. It's us against millions and we can't take them all.
But we can take them on.
We had a minor setback in recording, all drum tracks had to be re-done because of some recording equipment problems...but they got recorded again..at no charge! The rest of the guitar tracks are getting recorded tonight, vocals and my bass tracks within the next week. The place we are recording at is cool as hell, it used to be an old TV station. But now its a warehouse that ships P.A. Equipment and recording epuipment out and they recently built a studio in it. We are the first band to record there so they gave us a nice discount (its also helps to be friends with the guy doing the recording) and they even fed us..haha. Ill have some pics of it up here soon. But it will all defiantly be ready to go by Oct. 30th, Maybe sooner.
The no shaving contest at work is still going strong, i have the lumberjack look going on...
Thats it for now...
Im still in a great mood
And i still love you all..
"The Rip"
Fuck genius. What's an artist? Dead words devoid of meaning. Let's drop them.
I know where they can go, but your neck is blocking the hole. Let's start from zero.
Now, listen close.
This is a rip: "The scream that ignites the world?"
We're slaves to radios. We're not worth shit to talk to.
This is the pen that won't cauterize the wound. Whose plan to follow?
It feels like your own. It's an insult. You've fallen for it.
It feels like your own. It's your anthem, as jaded as its source.
The anemic. The pale, the sullen. An albumis evidence. I believed that shit.
Here, stuck in radios. No one's worth shit to talk to. These were my heroes.
Now they're all jokes.
This is a rip. 'The scream that ignites the world?"
We're slaves to radios. We're not worth shit to talk to.
This is the pen that won't cauterize the wound. Whose plan to follow?
It feels like your own. Itis an insult. You've fallen for it.
It feels like your own. It's your anthem, as jaded as its source.
The ceiling is waiting.
And you follow like it mattered if you did.
And it dropped you on your head cuz you took yourself for granted.
Heartless and headstrong. Jump right over the bodies. Life's a race. It's an obstacle course.
Hide, but you'll never have a choice when you go.
They would have noticed you if they had known, but you're fucked.
They'll only love you when you're gone,
or barely hanging on to all your organs and dignity while you're rotting in hospitals.
Don't believe it? It's not your fault. You're just worthless. You're one in a million.
Where is god? The ornament,
the holiday song whored out on reading materials in latrines and porta-johns?
Don't believe this.
You're not worthless. It's us against millions and we can't take them all.
But we can take them on.
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i left.
you wrote your name.
tell me something you drew!
xo
sunny
then you suck!
im gonna draw something yummy now
xoxo
sunny