some days are like propaghandi. some days are like fugazi (close to propaghandi but better overall). some are like sixteen horsepower (beautiful, if unrefined in their own way). some are like the deftones (grungy emo with an edge before emo was born). some are like daniel lanois (beautiful but boring). some are like andrew bird (intricate but too complicated). some are like unearth (full of crap until that one perfect moment where time slows). some are like sigur ros (you want time to slow indefinitely).
i once wrote a paper as a freshman detailing music as indicative of feeling in day to day life. the deftones were instrumental in its' conception. (ha ha pun). the lullaby lows and hysterical highs were pretty descriptive of life at the time. i'd like to say that things were different now. that at the least, things were more complicated. i could say that chino doesn't do justice to the pacifying moments of released tension or do justice to the bottled up explosions of discontent either. really - he still shows the way better than any one i could think of now.
the songs might be different and the inflections placed otherwise, but i'm still not wise. i may have fallen back a few if i were to be honest. i didn't deserve the place i thought i occupied. it's really a matter of ego if that's vague enough for you. (out of over 18,000 different expressions, one man comes closest to creating the feeling. his name is joseph).
vagueness and deflections. what else did you think this post was about? a person has to protect themself don't they? no one knows all the secrets, they scare the one who fears them even. i'll leave you with these cryptic words - so cryptic i don't know what they mean.
burning throat above an empty hole wandering in thoughtless wails. thrashing without movement under garments clothed in reason. content to play at smiles, all the while dreaming black voids of comforting stillness. shut down veins bleed dust when brushed upon. decay has come, but not forsaken the seed of One we always forget. never lets us down without thanks. this thought leads nowhere if you didn't pay the toll. who payed the toll - the price was too steep, too hard. i got off years ago and let the track grow as it pleased. did you read into that. you shouldn't have. i never use contractions when it means something. or didn't i? rustling clouds of clutter leaving the gutter. rhyming words help pass the time but make flames sputter like a ship without a rudder. wasn't that ridiculous? tap a vein. hope it's not vain. i'm numb without pain.
adieu.
i once wrote a paper as a freshman detailing music as indicative of feeling in day to day life. the deftones were instrumental in its' conception. (ha ha pun). the lullaby lows and hysterical highs were pretty descriptive of life at the time. i'd like to say that things were different now. that at the least, things were more complicated. i could say that chino doesn't do justice to the pacifying moments of released tension or do justice to the bottled up explosions of discontent either. really - he still shows the way better than any one i could think of now.
the songs might be different and the inflections placed otherwise, but i'm still not wise. i may have fallen back a few if i were to be honest. i didn't deserve the place i thought i occupied. it's really a matter of ego if that's vague enough for you. (out of over 18,000 different expressions, one man comes closest to creating the feeling. his name is joseph).
vagueness and deflections. what else did you think this post was about? a person has to protect themself don't they? no one knows all the secrets, they scare the one who fears them even. i'll leave you with these cryptic words - so cryptic i don't know what they mean.
burning throat above an empty hole wandering in thoughtless wails. thrashing without movement under garments clothed in reason. content to play at smiles, all the while dreaming black voids of comforting stillness. shut down veins bleed dust when brushed upon. decay has come, but not forsaken the seed of One we always forget. never lets us down without thanks. this thought leads nowhere if you didn't pay the toll. who payed the toll - the price was too steep, too hard. i got off years ago and let the track grow as it pleased. did you read into that. you shouldn't have. i never use contractions when it means something. or didn't i? rustling clouds of clutter leaving the gutter. rhyming words help pass the time but make flames sputter like a ship without a rudder. wasn't that ridiculous? tap a vein. hope it's not vain. i'm numb without pain.
adieu.
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