The new True Margrit CD - The Juggler's Progress - is now available for pre-order, along with t-shirts and artwork, photo and drumheads, as we get ready for our monthlong tour of the Great Northwest! Check it out here: http://bit.ly/7Cu8J
Look for us in Washington, Oregon and California between October 15 and November 15, when our tour wraps up with the big show at San Francisco's best rock club, Bottom of the Hill! For the complete show schedule, check here: http://bit.ly/1UgGqQ
There must be a name for this launguage we use, to confuse and bambozzel. Labrynthean foley forged out of iron. Controlled chaos in a carpenters cup. Mis Caos T. Killgrow, the spawn of the first star that fell on a new born world. He looked apon it and said "Fuck it, let it burn. And he tried hard to set it ablaze, but he was just one. If only he were bigger. If only he had arms that could wrap de mundi. Wrap it and crush it and pull it apart. Wrap it and crush it and set it on fire. Wipe it from the fabric. So tragic the billion bugs. So useless. Hopeless? No never that, always a savior, always a leader. Always the dead. Always the life. Always the thoughts. Damn them, the monstrousity. Manipulated like clay. In tune like a play. Every actor hits his mark and exits. The eternal flame. The boundless ocean of desires, the wires. The arms made up of minds? "Your crazy!" "No I am not." "Yes you are.
The news is all a lie. But not just to mislead us. But to mislead people who can pick us up on the satelites. Interperting dissent in a politically ravaged country on the brink of civilwar. War on multifronts, multiple layers. A basketball cake with strawberries and chocolate, whipcream and candies. The ends justify the means. I can read their minds. They don't think they are doing bad. And maybe they aren't. What?
The mad laugh sneaks in and chokes on a cigarette.
Oh this secret language is truely the "Langauge of Birds," A green lion and a firebird embraced above the earth. The vaporizing is done. Perfect metal of the purest standard.
I wake up in fear, and pop myself a pill that I hope rids my ridged form of the rediculous. When there are no pills, oh man, those days are hard. In saying this to you, I open up a spot in my armor, that lets in future weapons. That lets out pressent tension. Something must take its place. Newton's law! I drive my car in the dark, when none but drunks are awake to greet me, with swurves and stares. I smoke and ignore them as I turn up my music or Howard Stern. Genius social commentary Ken said, he was so right. I arrive at work, and open the doors. Sometimes I don't want to be in this dreary place. Sometimes the faces come out off the pain. There is never to much rain. The is never to much filth to wash away the stain. I have friends at work that keep me coming, and not just the Benjamins'. The last hour today, will be the sapping of my energy. Futility win's and sends me packing. Pop a pill. Daddy's only thrill. Daylight scenery goes by in a blur. Key to door, clothes to floor. Hand to remote control. Hand in the candy bowl. Eyes on the glass fish glow. Blue-green-alpha. Search through channels for a little soul. But there isn't much to be found in tinsel town. I kiss my girl and settle down. Pop a pill, sleep is coming, sleep is comin, sleep is co.......zzz. Repeat.
People who throw things in your face They have no place, they have no place People who say you’re a disgrace They have no face, they have no face Those that whisper in your ear Their full of fear, full of fear Those that tell you what you want to hear Are not really there, not really there Those that surround themselves in armor Have no honor, have no honor Those that say they know the answer Useless banter, useless banter Those that claim they pull the strings Have wax wings, have wax wings And those that claim they are the best Are like the rest, just like the rest Those that claim they know for certain Give up searching, give up searching Those that stand behind a curtain Control the sheep-like population Those that have a humble heart Can fix the errors in the art Those that write upon these walls Rolls their shit in tiny balls Those that have the courage to stand Fall like rain on the blighted land Those who are the seeds that start Search for light in the lonesome dark Those that give up and have no hope Hang themselves from the devil’s rope Those who can’t control their folly Are content in their melancholy Those who live life helping people Shouldn’t expect anything more than a thank you Those who cannot find the answer Take a bath and yell eureka Those who live their lives in fear Take comfort in knowing that the end is near
Thou shall not kill, unless its in war And thou shall not lie, unless its in court Put on some clothes, your not an animal Take off your clothes, I want to go down on ya
We think therefore we aren’t We’re like the rest just more defiant Far more superior then those other species We have love and we have meaning
We have a place to go when we die We’ll find all our loved ones on a cloud in the sky As long as our ways are pure and snow white Then you’ll have a ticket to get inside
We have a god that loves us the most If you don’t believe it your ass will be toast You’ll burn in the fires of hell and damnation You’ll cook on a spit like a pig for gestation
Top of the food chain we can’t be beaten If you taste good your gonna be eaten Served in the finest restaurants in town We eat on tables and not on the ground
We’re a smart and civilized people We absolve our sins in heavenly steeples Monsters are made to pay for their crimes They catch our scorn and do our time
And when we sleep in our warm soft beds With feathered pillows under dreaming heads Thank the lord that we’re all so civil And no longer furry four legged animals
You smash into each other like a super collider
Self sustaining zirconium fire
Chain reaction, fury, uncontrollable emotion
Infinite, fractal, as deep as an ocean
Action potential in an excitable state
Reaching critical mass as you throw open the floodgate
Diffraction, diffusion, and the laws of motion
You reach the boiling point, catalytic conversion
Leap on the leptons like they’re part of the problem
Measuring momentum but ignoring the mesons
Isabella and Hadron where has your love gone
You created a black hole, now you’re stuck on the horizon
Energy is matter and matter is energy
The more you have, the higher the entropy
The heat of the battle is causing the friction
Combustible force, exothermic reaction
Its absolute zero, all activity ceases
Bonds are broken, capacitance depleted
Equilibrium shifts, truth becomes fiction
Structure breaks down, magnets loss attraction
Potential difference brings them back to the ground
Their daughter milks the elaunt cow
Decontaminations needed and neutralization
As they fuse back together, polymerization
Wrapped in my insides are the mysteries of your mind
Bound in leather and parchment
I am a portal to another dimension
I am a traveler of time
I can quickly absorb the wounded heart
And deftly defeat a gloomy thought
I can be your bed on a restful night
And I can add the background to narrow sight
I’m a garden in your pocket
Open me and watch me grow
I can be a raging sea
With great white whales and mutiny
Or I can be a city of diamonds
Endless sidewalks with nobody on them
A storm of such ferocity
While you’re safe inside sipping hot coffee
I can be as sterile as a technical manual
But its imagination that makes me magical
I have been banned and burned and puzzled to pieces
Some treated me like the worst of diseases
Dog-eared, forgotten and ravaged by wear
Left on a shelve, weakened by air
I have been used to turn the masses to servants
By people who knew me more than they did
I am an original thought
Before you thought it
By others just like you
Who felt the same way that you do
I am a book upon a shelf
Take me down and lose yourself
Bring us water for our fire
Please wet down this barren earth
In the halls of fabled Pangaea
You spoke the language of the birds
Your a trickster who danced like a lion
Life sprung forth from your womb
In the heat you had heavenly visions
In death you created the moon
You horded the knowledge of lifetimes
No stories came before you
good show. I like the oscar shows. I heard last years too. The wrestler was great. I have the barcelona here on bootleg, i just never got around to watching it. i will check it out now.
Gran tourino was good also, if you did not see it.
I always wondered who that person i talk to in my head is. He is always there, and i ask him advice. We work together when ever I think. He tells me right and wrong. Sometimes I do not listen. Sometimes I do. I am usaully better off when i do. So is that other person in my head, my soul. I ask him and he doesn't respond. He is only there when I need advice, or when I sleep and he takes over my dreams and lives his life out.
