so i'm reading this book about shakespeare on my down time which for some reason has increased as of late(i know some reasons and if you pay attention to the news(though i don't recomend this form of brainwashing)then you'd know the reason i can not myself discuss). it's by burgess, you know the author of a clockwork orange. it's quite fascinating. i've been hooked to shakepspeare as of late. i can not get over his ability to warp an mend a language come up with complexities beyond the scope of almost anything i have read or seeen and at the same time dance about into wild tangents of pure delight. i guess i like that aspect because try as i might i get hooked from the web of one spider into another and often times(as you see here especially) i get lost along the way until i rewrite(which i never do on the internet). it's really really great stuff. and to know things like back then that english was so pliable that when forced into marriage with ann hathaway it is written down in the law book as shagspeare. quite a bit of fun considering he was forced into the marriage by a pregnancy and a couple of shotguns so to speak.
and i also find, though i have denie and tried to grow up out of past the another similiarity to the man--he loves often but not wisely. ah yes. if but i would not desire so the bitterness of that fruit melancholy then maybe things would be better. but i much love the romanticism of a nice break down and a bit of break though in the prime of my life may have been not the greatest timing.
got to go to the gym. can't wait to feel the pain of enforce workouts when i'd rather just lay around and play with words all day and enjoy a nice good strong shot of freedom from these triviliaties. again i repeat fuck war. it is a waste of time and money. and life. but hell most people waste their lives anyway.
well i didn't say what i at intended
cheers,
chris
and i also find, though i have denie and tried to grow up out of past the another similiarity to the man--he loves often but not wisely. ah yes. if but i would not desire so the bitterness of that fruit melancholy then maybe things would be better. but i much love the romanticism of a nice break down and a bit of break though in the prime of my life may have been not the greatest timing.
got to go to the gym. can't wait to feel the pain of enforce workouts when i'd rather just lay around and play with words all day and enjoy a nice good strong shot of freedom from these triviliaties. again i repeat fuck war. it is a waste of time and money. and life. but hell most people waste their lives anyway.
well i didn't say what i at intended
cheers,
chris
and so it goes... ah vonnegut was so right about war. if this comedy were written by cervantes himself i would be the least surprised. but that i will let alone as billions of tax dollars goes gurgling down the drain. but that is not what i like nor is it for me to be a part of(and yet i somehow am oh fucking irony and your stupified batting od eyes).
so here i am in this strange netherland of life alive but not alive free and ye not free full of complaints and yet...well i did this to myself. and what freedom do i defend when the only true freedom is what freedom you grant yourself. never look to statemen or governments for the answers. rich men write the rules in an english hardly used switching at their leisure latin maxums if they so choose. they deceive with caveat and preemptors. do not be squared serptiptiously by these dotted lines on maps. look at a globe as a globe and what you see in space is it not real. does not physics correct or broken lenses and reassure the railroad tracks that merge in the horizon and that are quick to steal away from us the roundness. what claim has anyone over another to an ocean but the responsibility to no longer devalue other lives and possiblities hardly even whispered in the dreams the childrens' children you did not forsee coming from your young tender wombs. my children all of them stillborn lie screaming in my dreams and i throw posies upon their little tufts i call graves and wonder about what might have beens ha they been. dance upon the difficulties of the aborted lifes and dreams of poets who carroused at too long a length and drank too much of the river they reels in forgetfulness. my dimmed polaroid memories with their enchanted echoes that laugh in ghostly greys o move about me through the days and still with this amber trap of sadness and melancholia i smile and laugh and taste joys of which few would dare. do you know what muse might become flesh my mistress who makes me blush and tortures me with all these thoughts and dreams and incarnates herself first in one woman and then another and yet another again so though i try to dig in and implant flesh and the capracious winds that blow about and the screams and shouts the broken vases slammed against tennament walls long fled from and the roulette wheel spins closer and closer to being my number an i dig in deeper and deeper into my empting pockets to find that through these tortorous days and nights hope keeps a fire ablaze when all should go out into the quiet dew soaked night. let a new fire be lit. let freshness like a babe be given. this rebirth i feel coming. when i step into the jungle i want these boots to ware holes from the travel and possess something that my great mistress shall most likely deprive me off so that i might desire to fuck some other thinly whore instead of her and stick neeles into my arms to escape her rages and dance the slow dance of junky love and take to the heavens while this corporeal flesh rots and decays bandied about its days and littered rags will talk of a promise that was and will snap out like the petting go of a lighter and time will pass through. alas poor yorick for i knew him well. he was my fathers jester. he used to carry me about on his shoulders... and there life is divided and how it rankles the nose that so close a line must be drawn that we edge upon this thing called death with fears and yet one end might lead into another...womb? like swimming in an ocean or walking into a dark unknown and it disarms you so you forget the others you knew who have already passed through. you curse what life you hadn;t led. and here we say courage man, courage. but yet it has nothing to do with you and your fragile ego. so let go. and yet it has everything and the judgements railed. timothy leary you stubbled nosed ghost. drop in and tune out or such other nonsense. drop the acid. but do not hide in the distortions that come but see how like a latern or now a days on the screen you can make something that look as if it were real. and so it is a question of reality. take on this badge of insanity because like a skull that mocks its master's rest so insanity mocks....
the rage builds up and has almost a sweet taste among these bitter dregs. revenge revenge revenge. WAKE UP WAKE UP WKAE UP hold that fresh dewy morning air so cool it almost stings the nose with purity. in such a short life i watch too much of this world falling to shit and money make monkeys out of men who starch up their suits and play about with confidence. die. fuck it. die. do not try. to cry for the mercies you stole. we're coming for the dinner titus has served us and since you don;t have sons let us feast upon your daughters. let the blood flow across the streets and let us no longer believe in the fallacy we called democracy
fucking around with words lol
so here i am in this strange netherland of life alive but not alive free and ye not free full of complaints and yet...well i did this to myself. and what freedom do i defend when the only true freedom is what freedom you grant yourself. never look to statemen or governments for the answers. rich men write the rules in an english hardly used switching at their leisure latin maxums if they so choose. they deceive with caveat and preemptors. do not be squared serptiptiously by these dotted lines on maps. look at a globe as a globe and what you see in space is it not real. does not physics correct or broken lenses and reassure the railroad tracks that merge in the horizon and that are quick to steal away from us the roundness. what claim has anyone over another to an ocean but the responsibility to no longer devalue other lives and possiblities hardly even whispered in the dreams the childrens' children you did not forsee coming from your young tender wombs. my children all of them stillborn lie screaming in my dreams and i throw posies upon their little tufts i call graves and wonder about what might have beens ha they been. dance upon the difficulties of the aborted lifes and dreams of poets who carroused at too long a length and drank too much of the river they reels in forgetfulness. my dimmed polaroid memories with their enchanted echoes that laugh in ghostly greys o move about me through the days and still with this amber trap of sadness and melancholia i smile and laugh and taste joys of which few would dare. do you know what muse might become flesh my mistress who makes me blush and tortures me with all these thoughts and dreams and incarnates herself first in one woman and then another and yet another again so though i try to dig in and implant flesh and the capracious winds that blow about and the screams and shouts the broken vases slammed against tennament walls long fled from and the roulette wheel spins closer and closer to being my number an i dig in deeper and deeper into my empting pockets to find that through these tortorous days and nights hope keeps a fire ablaze when all should go out into the quiet dew soaked night. let a new fire be lit. let freshness like a babe be given. this rebirth i feel coming. when i step into the jungle i want these boots to ware holes from the travel and possess something that my great mistress shall most likely deprive me off so that i might desire to fuck some other thinly whore instead of her and stick neeles into my arms to escape her rages and dance the slow dance of junky love and take to the heavens while this corporeal flesh rots and decays bandied about its days and littered rags will talk of a promise that was and will snap out like the petting go of a lighter and time will pass through. alas poor yorick for i knew him well. he was my fathers jester. he used to carry me about on his shoulders... and there life is divided and how it rankles the nose that so close a line must be drawn that we edge upon this thing called death with fears and yet one end might lead into another...womb? like swimming in an ocean or walking into a dark unknown and it disarms you so you forget the others you knew who have already passed through. you curse what life you hadn;t led. and here we say courage man, courage. but yet it has nothing to do with you and your fragile ego. so let go. and yet it has everything and the judgements railed. timothy leary you stubbled nosed ghost. drop in and tune out or such other nonsense. drop the acid. but do not hide in the distortions that come but see how like a latern or now a days on the screen you can make something that look as if it were real. and so it is a question of reality. take on this badge of insanity because like a skull that mocks its master's rest so insanity mocks....
the rage builds up and has almost a sweet taste among these bitter dregs. revenge revenge revenge. WAKE UP WAKE UP WKAE UP hold that fresh dewy morning air so cool it almost stings the nose with purity. in such a short life i watch too much of this world falling to shit and money make monkeys out of men who starch up their suits and play about with confidence. die. fuck it. die. do not try. to cry for the mercies you stole. we're coming for the dinner titus has served us and since you don;t have sons let us feast upon your daughters. let the blood flow across the streets and let us no longer believe in the fallacy we called democracy
fucking around with words lol
you the thing about being here is that time is all fucked up. i swear it feels like i've been back here for months and it's only been a month. a month. holy fucking shit! so i guess i'm a bit anxious but that words getting too easy. what's the deal with time here though? damn this shit is old and i'm sick of it. i'm sick of uniforms of life seeming to pass me by no matter how hard i try to pretend i can be a part of anything it's really all just a rouse. i mean really...how can i attempt to do anything when at any moment i can be yanked this way and that? i guess on the bright side i have less than a year remaining in the army. and then it's time to chase down dreams with abandon. i just hope my heart survives this trip it's on. i wonder...is it a game was i subject for a book? i know that sounds completely from left field but the silence sometimes it's deafening and my patience sucks here. b/c mainly a week seems literally like a month.
and the silence god damn silence.
take care
and the silence god damn silence.
take care
the candy's not at all for me i swear it. i always get candy from people all over and there's all these kids everywhere in iraq. it was the same way in mosul. i just you know see these kids who are living through all this shit and when you've got a chance to make a kid smile... why not right?
i appreciate it though. my internet here sucks and for some reason when i can not get on this sight or check my email on yahoo i can always get on my space. i am also bound on my space. i don't or rather haven't one much to the page.
this sucks because i haven't had a chance to write here as much as i'd like and need to... not to mention our living quarters are cramped and i enjoy, rather i need privacy and alone time. so living in a room of bunk bed after bunk bed sucks but it could be worst.
today an the next few weeks probably all be going on some very dangerous missions. i've been getting hrills kicking in doors and then the same old boring searching homes for weapons and what not. i have pictures but this is not my computer that i share the internet on so they;ll have to wait.
i hope everyopne's rocking. today's band is say anything(yes again) and the song is all of the songs on the second disc on their albumn. i feel it yo.
can't wait till tuesday and the new mars volta.
mr. mad_ferit, what's up bro haven't heard from you in a while. d you are too fucking busy kid. and to that special someone i hope you get those prayers i send through my heart cause i'm missing you.
chris
i appreciate it though. my internet here sucks and for some reason when i can not get on this sight or check my email on yahoo i can always get on my space. i am also bound on my space. i don't or rather haven't one much to the page.
this sucks because i haven't had a chance to write here as much as i'd like and need to... not to mention our living quarters are cramped and i enjoy, rather i need privacy and alone time. so living in a room of bunk bed after bunk bed sucks but it could be worst.
today an the next few weeks probably all be going on some very dangerous missions. i've been getting hrills kicking in doors and then the same old boring searching homes for weapons and what not. i have pictures but this is not my computer that i share the internet on so they;ll have to wait.
i hope everyopne's rocking. today's band is say anything(yes again) and the song is all of the songs on the second disc on their albumn. i feel it yo.
can't wait till tuesday and the new mars volta.
mr. mad_ferit, what's up bro haven't heard from you in a while. d you are too fucking busy kid. and to that special someone i hope you get those prayers i send through my heart cause i'm missing you.
chris
hey if you want to send me a letter or the kids some candy i recomend hard candy b/c it's bloody hot here send it to this address regular post. one stamp. no alcohol or porn lol.
SPC De Joe, Christopher
B-CO 1-17 INF REG
CAMP TAJI UNIT# 50102
APO AE 09378
SPC De Joe, Christopher
B-CO 1-17 INF REG
CAMP TAJI UNIT# 50102
APO AE 09378
TENSION BREAKER...AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
whew. i feel better now, no not really. how do you cross a dixtance? how can you be in two places at once? how do i hold onto these strings of supposed sanity when in a few short days i could have had her in my arms? oh life what lesson did i fail to learn here the first time? i am frustrated right now. i want to do only one thing with one person but i can't right now.
good thing i don't have an ass load of bullets and a gun...wait a second...geezus. just kidding btw. i ain't killing myself that way. slowly through cigarettes and drugs. you know by living my life hard and heavy. and it's frustrating here in this place in a uniform when there's cities all around the world where grooves need to be gotten new cassanovas born and love burning across the streets in somewhere on the equator and dancing and music loud blaring and craziness and i don't give a fucks lets howl at the moon and run off into the dusk and play this drinking game like it was a kid's game ashes ashes drink drink and we all fall down and wake up in sweat stained sex rearranged sheets. find ourselves in alleys and tunnels let's all do it everywhere like we got only seconds left and then let's create push on top of the backs of those before us and create the new myths and the new gods and dance in the new fountains and have the papparazzi chase us but no more empty husks this isn't a fame game this is sucking the marrow out of life.
didn't she know i'd die for a kiss that i can't resist
perishing this razor cold and tempting agaiinst my wrist
just clench your teeth your fist
ball up all the madness and start striking your own face
just try to erase these joyful feeling of hope
but it won't come clean
i could never be mean
to that angel faced love of mine
i just want to sing the new songs to you into the night listening to the cicadas and crickets serenade listen to fishes on the whispering night lake jump and the ducks and swans sqwuak all about
the little murmurings of the comfort yawns and relaxation of your fragrance of your warmth enwrapped in mine
madness peoples madness. all we have is hope
chris
whew. i feel better now, no not really. how do you cross a dixtance? how can you be in two places at once? how do i hold onto these strings of supposed sanity when in a few short days i could have had her in my arms? oh life what lesson did i fail to learn here the first time? i am frustrated right now. i want to do only one thing with one person but i can't right now.
good thing i don't have an ass load of bullets and a gun...wait a second...geezus. just kidding btw. i ain't killing myself that way. slowly through cigarettes and drugs. you know by living my life hard and heavy. and it's frustrating here in this place in a uniform when there's cities all around the world where grooves need to be gotten new cassanovas born and love burning across the streets in somewhere on the equator and dancing and music loud blaring and craziness and i don't give a fucks lets howl at the moon and run off into the dusk and play this drinking game like it was a kid's game ashes ashes drink drink and we all fall down and wake up in sweat stained sex rearranged sheets. find ourselves in alleys and tunnels let's all do it everywhere like we got only seconds left and then let's create push on top of the backs of those before us and create the new myths and the new gods and dance in the new fountains and have the papparazzi chase us but no more empty husks this isn't a fame game this is sucking the marrow out of life.
didn't she know i'd die for a kiss that i can't resist
perishing this razor cold and tempting agaiinst my wrist
just clench your teeth your fist
ball up all the madness and start striking your own face
just try to erase these joyful feeling of hope
but it won't come clean
i could never be mean
to that angel faced love of mine
i just want to sing the new songs to you into the night listening to the cicadas and crickets serenade listen to fishes on the whispering night lake jump and the ducks and swans sqwuak all about
the little murmurings of the comfort yawns and relaxation of your fragrance of your warmth enwrapped in mine
madness peoples madness. all we have is hope
chris
hello peeps. how ya all doing? i'm surviving, staying strong and miss ing like mad a certain girly. i'll tell you what what man, these people are fucking unreal. i wish it were easier to talk to these people. some are dirty but that's just being dirt poor. they are really afraid of someone breaking into their homes and murdering them and their family. the shi'ia and the sunni are mudering eacother like crazy here and that's why i had to come back. at least it's a bit more noble of a thought than oil. the kids here can break your heart. the other night we went into this hut which was postioned right in between two large mansions full of marble floors and gilt trimming and just unbelievable opulaence. it's a tough pill to swallow when you think of those contrasts and when you see it right there in front of you and a little boy's opening crappy cabnits that sit a top of a dirt floor and the couches have chickens on them...man, it's just crazy man. i wanted to take that kid and give him some sort of life but who am i to judge right?
anyway hope you all are well. miss you all. and especially you s.
chris
anyway hope you all are well. miss you all. and especially you s.
chris
hey guys... take care all. i'm turning in my internet equipment tommorrow. maybe, maybe i'll keep it all one more day but that all depends. i'll be on and off until i get back from iraq. unless i have my own internet in my room which i hear is possible.
cheers to all. i hope everything goes right as rain for ya, and everything you need to happen, happens. may ya all be blessed by whatever ya need to be blessed by.
the band of the day is bob marley and the wailers. first song....
"Waiting In Vain"
--"I don't want in vain for your love,
i don't want to wait in vain for you love,
from the very first time i blessed my eyes on you girl,
my heart says follow through.
but i know now that i'm way down on your line.
but the waiting feel is fine.
so don't treat me like a puppet on a string,
cause i know how to do my thing.
don't talk to me,
as if you think i'm dumb.
i want ta know when you're gonna come.
see, i don't waana wait in vain for your love,
i don't want to wait in vain for your love.
cause the summer is here and i'm still waiting here,
winter is here and i'm still waiting there.
like i said.
it's been three years since i been knocking on your door.
and i still can knock some more.
oh ohhhhh girl, oh ohhhhh girl is it in your look,
i wanna know, i wanna know now.
for i to knock some more.
ya see,
in life i know, there's lots of grief.
but your love is my relief.
tears in my eyes burn,
tears in my eyes burn.
while i'm waiting,
while i'm waiting for my turn.
see,
i don't want ta in vain for your love,
i don't wanna wait in vain for your you love,
i don't wanna i don't wanna i don't wanna no i no i,
it's your love that i'm wait on,
it's me love your running from."
for son of punk this song is for you,
"easy skanking" ---"easy skanking, skanking it easy...excuse me while i light my spliff, oh god i got to take a lift, from reality i just can't drift, that's why i'm staying with this riff. take it easy...."
for my love
"is this love" ---"i wanna love ya and treat you right. i want ta love ya everyday and every night. we'll be together, with a roof right over our heads. we'll share in the shelter, of my single will we'll share the same bed, . for jah provide the bread. is this love is this love is this love that i'm feeling? i wanna know wanna know wanna know now. i-i-i-ah-ah-i-i-i'm willing and able. so i throw my cards on ya table. i wanna love you. i wanna love and treat you, love and treat you right. i wanna love you, every day and every night. will be together, yeah, yeah, with a roof right over our heads. will share the shelter, of my single day.
is this love is this love is this love that i'm feeling. yes i know, oh yes i know, yes i know now. iiiii'm willing in able....."
for doherty--Three Little Birds
don't worry about a thing. cause every little thing's gonna be all right. singing don't worry...about a thing.
cause every little thing gonna be all right.
rise up this morning smiled up at the rising sun, three little birds each by my doorstep, singing sweet songs of melodies pure and true, singing this is my message to you-ooo-ou, singing don't worry about a thing. cause every little thing is gonna be all right. don't worry about a thing cause every little thing is gonna be all right.
rise up this morning smiled up at the rising sun, three little birds each by more doorstep, singing sweet songs of melodies pure and true, singing this is my message to you, meaning don't worry, about a thing, every little thing gonna be all right..."
for my all my friends beware,
ratrace,
"you're too rude...
oh what a rat race, oh what a rat race.
oh what a rat race, this is the rat race.
rat race rat race.
some are lost brother, some are bossman, some are jackgetta
oh what a rat race rat race
some are gorgan, some are hooligan, some are guinnigetta,
in this here rat race yeah rat race
i'm singing that, when the cat's away,
the mice will play,
political violence fill your city ye-ah,
don't involve rasta in your censing
rasta don't work for no, cia,
rat race, rat race, rat race
rat race, rat race
i'm saying, when you think it's peace and safe again
a sudden destruction, collective security foresurity yeah,
don't forget your history, know your destiny,
in the abundance of water the fool is thirsty,
rat race, rat race, rat race...
rat race oh it's a disgrace,
to see the human race
in a rat race yeah
rat race
you got the horse race, you got the dog race,
you got the human race
but this is a rat race"
i didn't forget you mad_fer_it. for you, i dedicate the clash--"London Is Calling", cheers mate!
take care see when i can,
chris
cheers to all. i hope everything goes right as rain for ya, and everything you need to happen, happens. may ya all be blessed by whatever ya need to be blessed by.
the band of the day is bob marley and the wailers. first song....
"Waiting In Vain"
--"I don't want in vain for your love,
i don't want to wait in vain for you love,
from the very first time i blessed my eyes on you girl,
my heart says follow through.
but i know now that i'm way down on your line.
but the waiting feel is fine.
so don't treat me like a puppet on a string,
cause i know how to do my thing.
don't talk to me,
as if you think i'm dumb.
i want ta know when you're gonna come.
see, i don't waana wait in vain for your love,
i don't want to wait in vain for your love.
cause the summer is here and i'm still waiting here,
winter is here and i'm still waiting there.
like i said.
it's been three years since i been knocking on your door.
and i still can knock some more.
oh ohhhhh girl, oh ohhhhh girl is it in your look,
i wanna know, i wanna know now.
for i to knock some more.
ya see,
in life i know, there's lots of grief.
but your love is my relief.
tears in my eyes burn,
tears in my eyes burn.
while i'm waiting,
while i'm waiting for my turn.
see,
i don't want ta in vain for your love,
i don't wanna wait in vain for your you love,
i don't wanna i don't wanna i don't wanna no i no i,
it's your love that i'm wait on,
it's me love your running from."
for son of punk this song is for you,
"easy skanking" ---"easy skanking, skanking it easy...excuse me while i light my spliff, oh god i got to take a lift, from reality i just can't drift, that's why i'm staying with this riff. take it easy...."
for my love
"is this love" ---"i wanna love ya and treat you right. i want ta love ya everyday and every night. we'll be together, with a roof right over our heads. we'll share in the shelter, of my single will we'll share the same bed, . for jah provide the bread. is this love is this love is this love that i'm feeling? i wanna know wanna know wanna know now. i-i-i-ah-ah-i-i-i'm willing and able. so i throw my cards on ya table. i wanna love you. i wanna love and treat you, love and treat you right. i wanna love you, every day and every night. will be together, yeah, yeah, with a roof right over our heads. will share the shelter, of my single day.
is this love is this love is this love that i'm feeling. yes i know, oh yes i know, yes i know now. iiiii'm willing in able....."
for doherty--Three Little Birds
don't worry about a thing. cause every little thing's gonna be all right. singing don't worry...about a thing.
cause every little thing gonna be all right.
rise up this morning smiled up at the rising sun, three little birds each by my doorstep, singing sweet songs of melodies pure and true, singing this is my message to you-ooo-ou, singing don't worry about a thing. cause every little thing is gonna be all right. don't worry about a thing cause every little thing is gonna be all right.
rise up this morning smiled up at the rising sun, three little birds each by more doorstep, singing sweet songs of melodies pure and true, singing this is my message to you, meaning don't worry, about a thing, every little thing gonna be all right..."
for my all my friends beware,
ratrace,
"you're too rude...
oh what a rat race, oh what a rat race.
oh what a rat race, this is the rat race.
rat race rat race.
some are lost brother, some are bossman, some are jackgetta
oh what a rat race rat race
some are gorgan, some are hooligan, some are guinnigetta,
in this here rat race yeah rat race
i'm singing that, when the cat's away,
the mice will play,
political violence fill your city ye-ah,
don't involve rasta in your censing
rasta don't work for no, cia,
rat race, rat race, rat race
rat race, rat race
i'm saying, when you think it's peace and safe again
a sudden destruction, collective security foresurity yeah,
don't forget your history, know your destiny,
in the abundance of water the fool is thirsty,
rat race, rat race, rat race...
rat race oh it's a disgrace,
to see the human race
in a rat race yeah
rat race
you got the horse race, you got the dog race,
you got the human race
but this is a rat race"
i didn't forget you mad_fer_it. for you, i dedicate the clash--"London Is Calling", cheers mate!
take care see when i can,
chris
here it goes coming to the en of line for sporadic moments in time as my freedom in the outer world is loosed and back to the sandbox. another yet another band of the day. yes that's right!!! this one is special cause i got this almumn in like march when i needed good music bad back in mosul. when it came it trasported me and allowed me to take pen to paper realitively easily again. in a world where the self can get lost caught up in crazy moments of bombs exploding this shit did it for me.
i'm sure you know i am a lover of the modest mouse. but something few people seem to know about is the lead singers side project known as ugly cassanova. man this shit is a strange confluence getting folking and then sometimes synthed out. but the words and the stories take you away if you let them. my favorite track song is simple, the hotcha girls from the albumn sharpen your teeth. i gotta quote this one man b/c the words have so much feeling and they touch my memories so much.
"smells like autumn, smells like leaves
you do not you are rusting up so much then get
then get left alone
suck it up take a ride and take a walk
and don't you that old folks' homes smell so much like my own
the hotcha girls at the palisades dime store keats,
pretty birds, pretty mouthes
mamas leg, the truck stop rose, dance, the feet the happy life
we were dropping dimes on the ponies
in the cold outside casting shadows
the mail came from miles away the postalman runs are always late
we left the teeth marks on the barrel of a gun, the crooked shack, the rusted tracks
we await
turns out the pony only had one train away from the truck stop boys
tired
they left me off on the cold road
smells like autumn, smells like leaves you don't know you're rusting up alone so much and then get left alone
suck it up take a ride take a walk
don't you know old folks homes smell so much like my own
i've been sly he's so appealing
wait outside
take your racks
the hotcha girls at the palisades dime store keats, pretty birds, pretty mouthes
glassy eyes and wooden teeth the engine's rusted in deep deep sleep
it waits
the mail came from miles away, the postal man runs is always late
and we wait
tired lipped with the big ol' lip, the government workers all headed south while it rained
glassy eyes and wooden teeth the engine's rusted in deep deep sleep
while it waits
it waits
to awake"
so that's it but it's a little complicated to write out in this format. btu man there's something so transcedent about it all. something harsh in the barely escaping from the autumn clouds sunlight that dapples down on these visions of some child.
well anyway enjoy,
chris
i'm sure you know i am a lover of the modest mouse. but something few people seem to know about is the lead singers side project known as ugly cassanova. man this shit is a strange confluence getting folking and then sometimes synthed out. but the words and the stories take you away if you let them. my favorite track song is simple, the hotcha girls from the albumn sharpen your teeth. i gotta quote this one man b/c the words have so much feeling and they touch my memories so much.
"smells like autumn, smells like leaves
you do not you are rusting up so much then get
then get left alone
suck it up take a ride and take a walk
and don't you that old folks' homes smell so much like my own
the hotcha girls at the palisades dime store keats,
pretty birds, pretty mouthes
mamas leg, the truck stop rose, dance, the feet the happy life
we were dropping dimes on the ponies
in the cold outside casting shadows
the mail came from miles away the postalman runs are always late
we left the teeth marks on the barrel of a gun, the crooked shack, the rusted tracks
we await
turns out the pony only had one train away from the truck stop boys
tired
they left me off on the cold road
smells like autumn, smells like leaves you don't know you're rusting up alone so much and then get left alone
suck it up take a ride take a walk
don't you know old folks homes smell so much like my own
i've been sly he's so appealing
wait outside
take your racks
the hotcha girls at the palisades dime store keats, pretty birds, pretty mouthes
glassy eyes and wooden teeth the engine's rusted in deep deep sleep
it waits
the mail came from miles away, the postal man runs is always late
and we wait
tired lipped with the big ol' lip, the government workers all headed south while it rained
glassy eyes and wooden teeth the engine's rusted in deep deep sleep
while it waits
it waits
to awake"
so that's it but it's a little complicated to write out in this format. btu man there's something so transcedent about it all. something harsh in the barely escaping from the autumn clouds sunlight that dapples down on these visions of some child.
well anyway enjoy,
chris
