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Rock Effort

i mean lets face it theres a lot of shitty bands out there you know but no one comes out and says that anymore do they? the cowards. stale melodies or just melodically left of sane yet its all the same to me you're all crazy for listening to all these attention hoarding pigs. can you dig? hey man you shoulda been out there playin' some rock and roll and you can have those critics lying on their spineless backs with your heel against their necks desprately trying to turn up that new page meanwhile still trying to burn up this "purple sage" cause i'll not only try but ill be damned if i dont have that edge i dont know why we even try so hard just so some day some modern kid might accidentally look us up and fall in love for some of you thats just not good enough opps..did i call your bluff? hey man you shoulda been out there playin' some rock and roll and you could tell those critics to be more careful where they bleed and frugal when they breed

The Empty & Sinking Feeling of Progress

i know exactly how you work yeah you know i have to see it every day im forced to watch you dig my world up much to my dismay ive only seen a couple places where your greedy hand has yet to lay the future home of factories and marketing displays well maybe you could build a prison a church or a new plant for chevrolet or maybe you could dig this dying planet right into its grave and you could sell those trees for timber you could turn that clay dirt into pay cause after all we cant progress with these things in our way i saw the forest they were cutting down as all the squirrels and the animals lost their homes hey man what gives you the right cause in the rush of the great race we're so soon to forget forget everything so go ahead and build your factories go ahead and develope away theres no preserving for tomorrow just progress for today dont bother tying up those loose ends yeah just go ahead and let them fray you can always charge them extra to fix it another day maybe you'll build it up to the sky you know it crumbles down just the same yet mortal man still has no idea who's to blame but you know the funny thing is those responsible wont have to pay it will all crash down on their grandchildren someday i saw an old house that was coming down as all its tales of past lives lived died in a pile of broken wood in the rush of the great race we're so soon to forget forget EVERYTHING

Rock The Cunning

lets begin by repenting all the sins of letting mainstream music get into the shape its in im studied in the demise of future has beens we only pick the fights that we know that we can win so is this what you wanted to hear? sound is truely an amazing thing you be surprised of all the thoughts you bring to all the simple people that barely think a thing open up their eyes and spread the wings of their mind so is this what you wanted to hear now?

The Sight

oh no what have i done everythings gona change now so much and it could turn out so many different ways i dont know if i thought it out i just know what im so concerned about im afraid the insanity will drive me away gotta get my head out of my ass and realize theres no greener grass around i need something and this is something else and ill just keep my fingers crossed in case i make any false statements and ride this train til my karma catches up but the sight of your face will make everything ok and a little time in space will make everything ok oh my god what have i done everythings gone and changed now so much im not sure that i know how to maintain its been so long since i felt like this im not sure how to deal with it just yet first ive got to convince myself that its not a dream gotta get my head out of my ass and get it back on top my shoulders and all this mental anguish will soon pass ive waited for this for so long and now im being a girl about it lets get on this crazy rollercoaster and ride

Swift Gray River

busy highway dug..dug by the dirty claws of progress. veins of industry.. flowing swiftly towards the beating heart of development molded concrete walls of magic and joy past the towering trophies of accomplishment and into the structurally crowded void yeah..swift gray river how to you flow so vain..that you'd take these grasses..and take this plain.. and build me a highway. busy highway..forged.. over land and tree and water providing destruction with mobility so devastatingly..so this is my earthly reward just for being fortunate enough to be born an able bodied human being and spend my whole life being pushed and shoved..around by commerce yeah..tell me swift gray river..how do you flow so bold? that you'd take such beauty.. and smash it into your mold? and bully through with your highway. ..in a year and 45 minutes from now it had better be 5:50 on a brand new day.

Casts a Mountains Shadow

you little teasing and confusing playful and amusing fun and talkitive endless intriguing unobtainable thing you with issues and demands quirks attention problems stubborness and arrogance and problems making sense of tiny inconsiderate remarks that sometimes come out unexplained that whole Freudian thing but hey this whole thing about you and me being friends..yeah..well its not quite as easy and you made it out to be

If and Never Not

now im over accurately mimicking such a mundane state of being and overabundantly demonstrating the absolutely unrelenting reality that nothing in my future is quite clear to me and my head feels strangely like a treetop in the wind i just need a little more time to let it mend now its safe to say that i am just a bit confused about a whole long list of shit but you know theres more to life than you will ever get if you spend the whole thing analyzing it to bits its alright its ok everything will take shape

Lucky Enough To Have a Pen in the Zero Hour

im overcome by the great numbers of things to come..of things from others but my voice is like a trumpet blowing all this bullshit anti triumph in my ears. of all the celebrations and congradualtions..that i never received. all because i never believed.. that they were for me. so i sit and wallow in words on paper..poetically complaining.. limiting my exposure to a suitable composure to maintain a little creativity.. all the while theres no debating that all my precious differences are fading into the night behind me. im overcome by the great number of things ive never done..with all the restraints ive been under. its really no wonder that i have been beating myself up so badly.

Questions

what do these questions concern have i any more desire left to burn whats left to feel what love is left to steal when pretending feels this real how can i love how can i truely love can i ever say just for one day that this whole charade decided to go my way what do these feelings define will i love or will i lie are there thrills to obtain is there even any shame when regret is to refrain

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