"What a skeletal wreck of man this is. Translucent flesh and feeble bones, the kind of temple where the whores and villians try to temp the hollistic tones. Running rampant with free thought to free form in the free and clear. And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundry matt to sift and focus on the bigger, better...NOW. We all have a little sin that needs venting, virtues for the rending, and laws and systems and stems broken off the branches of office, do you know what your Post entails? Do you serve a purpose or purposely serve? Wind down inside your Atavistic Galore, the value of a summer spent and a winter burned. For the rest of us there is always Sunday. The day of the week that reeks of rest, but all we do is catch our breaths so we can wade naked into the bloody pool and place our hands on the big, black book to watch the knifes zig zag between our aching fingers. A vacation is a countdown, t-minus your life and counting. Time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste. WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THIS FOR? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? SHUT UP! I could go on and on, but...let's move on shall we? Say, you're me and I'm you and they all watch the things we do and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs, haven't felt like this is years, the Great Magnet of Malicious, Magnaminous Refuse. Let me go...and plunge me into the DeadSpot again. That's where you go when there's no one else around, and it's just you and there was never anyone to begin with now was there? Sanctimonious, Pertentious, Dastardly Bastard! With their thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger. CLASSIFIED MY ASS! THAT'S A FUCKING SECRET AND YOU KNOW IT! Government is just another way to say, "Better. Than. You." It's like ice, but no pick, a murder charge that won't stick, it's like a whole other world where you can smell the food, but you can't touch the silverware. Huh! What luck. Fascism you can vote for. Isn't that sweet? And we're all gonna die someday, cause that's the American way, and I've drunk too much, and said too little, when you're gaffered taped in the middle, say a prayer, save face, get yourself together and...See What's Happening. SHUT UP! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! I'm sorry. I can go on and on but, it's time to move on, so...Remember, you're a wreck, an accident. Forget the freak, you're just nature. Keep the gun oiled, and the temple clean. Shit, Snort, and Blaspheme. Let the heads cool, and the engine run. Because in the end everything we do...is just everything we've done." Stoned Sour.
MOONWEAR
This is the Video for H a P p Y. It's not a happy song.
This is Dei Aemeths Video. Strange sybliminal shit, or what I like to call S.S.S.
This video is for CONTAGIOUS, my personal favorite. Watch closely now...
Oubliette contains graphic images not suitable for children. Please be sensitive.
This is for Sam. We miss you.
Out of Time performed live at Moe's...sorry, my girl only caught the last half...LOL
Hay bud thanks 4 the comment and it was good chating with u.Have a wonderful.time in vagas and congrads.Cant wait 2 jam wit u again.Got 2 stuios 2 jam here will see what he has in stored .See u soon brotherman.
Hey man!! I downloaded most of your songs, they are really something else, couldn..t download Happy though. Are you saving that for a coming Album?? Do have an album coming out soon? Thanks for your kind words and friendship.. best of luck.. ride the spiral to the end, we may just go where no ones been.
hey i saw your guitar hanging on the wall at Mestizos.. did you lost it or did you hang up your music career? yeah right! let me know if you have any more performances.
Feel Free to come vote Be # 1 would give me nice gift for the new year ! This new song will be on my next cd Dreaming of You I profit of this occasion to wish you Happy Holidays, health & success xxx Lulu
Hey sorry i meant to txt u back yesterday...im just going through a rough patch right now w/ paden and shits just going wrong...thanks for the concern tho!
Hey there! Paden and myself are doing good, just working alot to be able to move outta Seaside lol. Are u still working at REII?? I miss Utah alot, didnt think that would happen! well keep in touch, miss ya!
"What a skeletal wreck of man this is. Translucent flesh and feeble bones, the kind of temple where the whores and villians try to temp the hollistic tones. Running rampant with free thought to free form in the free and clear. And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundry matt to sift and focus on the bigger, better...NOW. We all have a little sin that needs venting, virtues for the rending, and laws and systems and stems broken off the branches of office, do you know what your Post entails? Do you serve a purpose or purposely serve? Wind down inside your Atavistic Galore, the value of a summer spent and a winter burned. For the rest of us there is always Sunday. The day of the week that reeks of rest, but all we do is catch our breaths so we can wade naked into the bloody pool and place our hands on the big, black book to watch the knifes zig zag between our aching fingers. A vacation is a countdown, t-minus your life and counting. Time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste. WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THIS FOR? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? SHUT UP! I could go on and on, but...let's move on shall we? Say, you're me and I'm you and they all watch the things we do and like a smack of spite they threw me down the stairs, haven't felt like this is years, the Great Magnet of Malicious, Magnaminous Refuse. Let me go...and plunge me into the DeadSpot again. That's where you go when there's no one else around, and it's just you and there was never anyone to begin with now was there? Sanctimonious, Pertentious, Dastardly Bastard! With their thumb on the pulse and a finger on the trigger. CLASSIFIED MY ASS! THAT'S A FUCKING SECRET AND YOU KNOW IT! Government is just another way to say, "Better. Than. You." It's like ice, but no pick, a murder charge that won't stick, it's like a whole other world where you can smell the food, but you can't touch the silverware. Huh! What luck. Fascism you can vote for. Isn't that sweet? And we're all gonna die someday, cause that's the American way, and I've drunk too much, and said too little, when you're gaffered taped in the middle, say a prayer, save face, get yourself together and...See What's Happening. SHUT UP! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! I'm sorry. I can go on and on but, it's time to move on, so...Remember, you're a wreck, an accident. Forget the freak, you're just nature. Keep the gun oiled, and the temple clean. Shit, Snort, and Blaspheme. Let the heads cool, and the engine run. Because in the end everything we do...is just everything we've done." Stoned Sour.
