what a week!!! went and saw dashboard confessional on wed with brand new, brand new was horrible, but whatever, dashboard was amazing like usual. alot of set changes from the summer like axeing the best deceptions, turpentine chaser, and ghost of a good thing. but the additions of bend and not break, if you cant let it be might as well make it bleed, and again i go unnoticed, we're widely appreaciated. then saturday came, what a fucking night. it started by waking up to a shower and rye. by 4 in the afternoon, i was already in a happy haze lets say. then we set off to see protest the hero, and i hate sally at the phoenix. we got there absolutely rocked out and had maybe another 15 tequilas. then it was time for all the madness to begin the backstage passes. backstage we partyied with protest, i hate sally booked it, but the human abstract stuck around to party as well.got all the photos and talked music and jammed and whatnot (mind you its hard not to be jealous when doing such things with 19 year olds that just headlined a metal show that you were there to drool over) anyways i was suprised to see the lovely jadea kelly was there (she does those incredible female vocals on blindfolds aside "burns my smile and cigarettes"), after making some boorish comment like so which guy in the band are you married to she laughed and replied that she was single. this i couldnt believe for she has the voice of an angel and is sooooo fit. but there she was and apparently really into me after a bit. after a couple of drinks and laughs we all went to the queens head for the afterparty. lets just say to keep things short and sweet it was a very drunken night of alot of good times!!!!!!! so the outcome i got all the bands emails, got pics with all the bands, and i got jadeas email, and cant wait to maybe get together again. oh and missed the train home and got in 2 hours before my 12 hour shift on sunday!!!!!! go me!!!!!!! oh ya and only got two pics of my own cuz the camera broke, but the bands took a bunch and will be sending them, but 2 pics still in folder.
We woke up as men but tonight we'll sleep as killers
As we break the cryptic morning with a bullet and a prayer
The steel never seemed more cold and agile than life never seems less vital and fragile
With a heart that's beating louder than my own
I watch a woman they call Kezia
I watch a woman that I know
my hopes and my own future blindfolded
To atone for a sin I didn't care for, but a sin that paid my debts
A sin that fed my children and burned my smiles and cigarettes
and No one ever said that hope would be so beautiful
and no one ever said you had to pull that trigger, on her
I can't even still her trembling hands that were locked up by the dutiful and obligated;
Five soldiers forever sedated with the,
"No one's responsible" psychological drama of our social justice dribble
Her tiny steps tell lies about the choice I have to make;
Resurrect a static lifestyle and starve to death my own mistakes
Pull the screaming trigger and watch your carcass bleed me dry
Or drop the gun and try to shake away the blindfold from your eyes?
Drop the gun, drop the gun, drop the gun, drop the gun.
Sin I didn't care for, but a sin that paid my debts
A sin that fed my children and burned my smiles and cigarettes
Sin I didn't care for, but a sin that paid my debts
A sin that fed my children and burned my smiles and cigarettes
We woke up as men but tonight we'll sleep as killers
As we break the cryptic morning with a bullet and a prayer
The steel never seemed more cold and agile than life never seems less vital and fragile
With a heart that's beating louder than my own
I watch a woman they call Kezia
I watch a woman that I know
my hopes and my own future blindfolded
To atone for a sin I didn't care for, but a sin that paid my debts
A sin that fed my children and burned my smiles and cigarettes
and No one ever said that hope would be so beautiful
and no one ever said you had to pull that trigger, on her
I can't even still her trembling hands that were locked up by the dutiful and obligated;
Five soldiers forever sedated with the,
"No one's responsible" psychological drama of our social justice dribble
Her tiny steps tell lies about the choice I have to make;
Resurrect a static lifestyle and starve to death my own mistakes
Pull the screaming trigger and watch your carcass bleed me dry
Or drop the gun and try to shake away the blindfold from your eyes?
Drop the gun, drop the gun, drop the gun, drop the gun.
Sin I didn't care for, but a sin that paid my debts
A sin that fed my children and burned my smiles and cigarettes
Sin I didn't care for, but a sin that paid my debts
A sin that fed my children and burned my smiles and cigarettes
im so jealous of you mr.i-hang-out-with-rock-stars
glad you've been having good times.
we need to make arrangements to chill fuckin' proper. this is my bday weekend coming up ... you should get me drunk!! hahaha