Personal opinions in my opinion count for something

Watching you make yourselves in puzzle pieces.

This keeps me alive through incubation,

I’m force fed through my nose.

My stunted growth: through intoxication,

Peeled skin make up my clothes.

I can’t stand to see them laughing,

I wish that I could laugh too.

But when I’m outside of their circle,

I’ll hold my breath until I’m blue.

It’s not the friends I thought that stood by,

In a role I cannot play.

The act in which was certain,

My stunted words I cannot say.

The confidence is at half mast,

A surrender flag that’s ignored.

Still the charge, it commences,

I’m buying time I can’t afford.

The whole world will never know me,

Mute attributes shrivelled meek.

Like a spoilt child in a sweet shop,

It’s the attention that I seek.

So here’s to glory in our peer groups,

May you wash your hands in envy.

It’s as green as the grass on the other side,

And my shame is twice as heavy.

26/01/2011

I get the most out of this when i'm broke

For some reason i keep this paper near dear,
And i can't stop myself from getting fucked up.
But watching night trickle into day,
As fast as i can't stop it.

So soon i get up in reach of work,
Where i'll stand half-dazed too serious to take.
Consumed service haunts me like a ghost,
When i know my account runs dry like a desert.

It's hard to get high when you're constantly low,
The blood's so bright on table cut snow.
And yet in four hours,
You'll be wracked with flowers.

Yet the sticky-sweet smell's gone,
So you wish you were home.
Resting that charred out mind,
In the safety of my own shattered time.

Poem

Good Vanity Caress Man

Blood, y'know the stuff that froze in your veins.

Overnight i began to panic. Maybe we were just laying in silence because it was the right thing to do.

Because, we'd seen it on television. Read it in a book.

No, it was because i was chasing you around in my head. Swing carousel.

Scalpels sharp and unbuttoning from your cocoon, the waves of premeditation penetrate.

You know exactly what you're doing here.

You know exactly what you're doing when you wrap your hands around my skull and

squeeze.

You know exactly what your doing.

Hold on tight dear and don't let go because you may fall off this saccahrine merry-go-round.

xxx

4/03/10

(Dedicated to someone who knows how to squeeze.)

These Monsters Free Mp3 Review

These Monsters - 'Call Me Dragon'

In many ways Post-Rock is like tantric sex, it keeps building up and building up and then... Then usually leads to a disappointing climax.

For all its post-rock influences, 'Call Me Dragon' by Leeds four-piece These Monsters, is a twisting, venomous hydra of a track, biting at you with its plethora of hooks and dark charm leaving you wanting more, more, MORE!

Admittedly, 'Call Me Dragon' has all the classic hallmarks of a typical post-rock song, just minus those annoying, so often empty climaxes that go nowhere. It's just 4.43 of riff after big riff, with extra dimension in the distant saxophones that toot throughout and the incoherent, creepy vocals which sound like a madman's inaudible rantings prior to a killing spree...

With the recent break-up of American Post-Hardcore Peddlers 'These Arms Are Snakes' and the half-hearted direction that 'Mars Volta' have taken of late, it's nice to hear that there are still bands putting out intelligent, obtuse listening like this single. What's even more surprising is that these guys are from this country and are making music this grandiose sounding!

So if you like your music heavy but with depth and experimentation, then 'Call Me Dragon' will definitely appeal. Link to their Mysapce and Download for free here...

3/03/10

Poem

Whatever Causes Us To Break The Silence

The Captain just stood there,
shrugged deep with fear.
The course we were plotting,
just began to unstitch, unravelling.

So many years of blind preparation,
and now we're sinking at our stations.
3 years to date,
can this be our fate??

No one said a word,
do you dare break the silence?
We all knew the score,
God damn that cheap science!

It had gotten us lost,
the course was a cost.
Fathom deep screamed the triumph,
for the sea won again.

Down we must go,
like a quivering, lead heart.
Down we just dive,
like a shuddering cheap tart.

It's almost now over,
a few months and we're gone.
Back to the town of 'cheap ruin',
from which whence we came.

I stared deep into her eyes,
there was only death there.
The fear caused her madness,
with a loud cry of despair.

So we shook out our fists,
and rang the doom bells.
The sea one more time,
signalled by our knell.

With the thrust of the flesh,
all salty and wet.
Pursed my lips one last time,
in the flood our tongues met.

The swell may it linger,
tore me limb from limb.
But now thats its over,
i can't feel anything but sin.

Cursed this skin that i'm in.

1/03/10

Poem

Under The Platinum Rainbow.

Well under the platinum rainbow,
see me cower, cower, cower.

Deep down under the platium rainbow,
see me cover, cover, cover.

Whatever i've done wrong,
I'll sing this city's swansong.

Hope that my days aren't long,
Watch my time take away the young.

Under the platinum rainbow,
i'm a man in need of a fable.

Under the platinum rainbow,
i'm a feast in need of a table.

The dirty and the dead just eat up off the floor,
And the club 18-30's have just burnt down the liquer store.

But under the platinum rainbow,
we were sold that it was gold.

Hey so, under the platinum rainbow,
we stole worlds from our ravaged old.

(They just withered and died just like forgotten flowers in the glare of the summer sun.)

1/03/10