Radiant rays spotlighting water droplets sparkled on tan toned skin of lovers, toes sailing across soft warm sand, sharing the dance floor and hands of other partners.
The Breeders – Nervous Mary
Nervous Mary starts with a numbness that spreads through the veins until the stuff hits the brain and paranoia kicks in. A million fly heads turn to the only exit in the room; patiently waiting to get a glimpse of you with ommatidium eyes, saliva dripping from their starving mouths.
Sorry – Lies
“Lies” is a somber track that evokes a feeling of remorse. Remorse for being the way you are. Remorse for being difficult.
These days I just can’t keep it together
And I feel like I’m lighter than feather
And life feels like it’s just base on the weather
And I make lies like we should be together
Aztec Death – Helpful Hands
“Helpful Hands” coldly bitter message is delivered through a thick bass that feels like sinking into black tar and a hypnotic screech from the guitar that echos Christopher’s raging vocals and gothic lyrics.
They came into service willingly
To heed the call of your enemy
Packaged wild fire
Useful fool’s desire
Preoccupations – Espionage
Preoccupations new single from their upcoming second LP New Material (March 23) sounds like a call to arms chant through an echo chamber with Matt Flegel energizing vocals.
Launder – Fade (Ft. Zachary Cole Smith & SoKo)
Launder’s first released track from his upcoming EP Pink Cloud (March 23) is a dream pop haze that’s make you yearn, which features the guitarist Zachary Cole Smith (DIIV) and vocals from SoKo.
1/29
I’m staring at the remains of an abandoned room. The language on the walls announces the period the room was last visited. The photos are fading, but if you look closely you can see a vision that was once meant to be.
I’m standing outside myself trying to grasp forgotten documents and notebooks scattered through the room, on dusty shelves and tattered floor, but the memorabilia keep slipping through my fingers. What is this?
I want to hold a piece of what was. A breeze, coming from shattered windows, crumble the pages into ash and drifts the remains away. Continue reading “1/29”
I Bid Farewell To The Exile Kings.
I bid farewell to the Exile Kings:
the street warriors, the broken hearted lovers,
the silent activist, the bloodless brothers.
Y’all go by many names, but will forever remain my drunkn’ friends.
In a small boat I sailed alone and astray with time’s current steering my vessel.
The sea is unforgiving in its own way, suffocating the heart with uncertainty
and drowning the mind with whispers from the Devil.
Despite its cruel intentions, I owe the sea and time for these past memories.
We found each other as outcast do by shipwrecking into one another’s boat.
We took the remains of our wreckage and united our ship, building a crew steadily as we went.
Everyone spilled blood around a table soaked in beer within a fog formed by cigarette smoke
Our philosophy and speeches won’t be found in any textbook but in a book.
I never been good at saying bye, but I never been good at saying hi.
Stay true to you and never give up on your dreams, I write you this to remember me by.
And Another Thing... 