YOUR SOUND
THE ONE YOUR SOUL IS MAKING
THE ONE THAT I CAN HEAR
SPEAKS LIKE A MAN
TRYING TOO HARD TO ENJOY LIFE
TO ENJOY THE COMPANY OF OTHERS
YOU MUST PRETEND AND RESPOND
SO YOU MUST LAUGH
HARD ORE AND FOSSIL CLOAKS IN YOUR LAUGH
HARD LIKE THE OXEN PULLING THE EMPTY STAGECOACH
BACK TO THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE
LIKE A THOUSAND RUNAWAY GEESE
IN A DECAYING CHURCH BELTOWER
BOW LIKE A MINISTER
MAKE THEM ALL FEEL LIKE YOU CARE
AS THEY WOULD MAKE YOU FEEL
THE GOLDEN RULE GRASPING FOR A LOOSE BRANCH
YOUR SOUND
THE ONE YOUR SOUL IS MAKING
THROUGH YOUR SOCIAL GRACES
SPEAKS LIKE A MAN
ROLLING DOWN A MOUNTAIN SIDE
WHILE HIS BEST FRIENDS GAWK
AND SNAP CHEAP PHOTOGRAPHS
OF SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT
AT THE NEXT PARTY
YOU MUST PRETEND AND RESPOND
BEFORE YOU HIT THE ROCKS BELOW
SO YOU MUST LAUGH
AND TRY TOO HARD
TO ENJOY LIFE
BACKED EXCLUSIVELY BY DEATHS HAND
PARTS OF YOUR TONE
SPEAKS LIKE A MAN
TRYING
THE PROCESS OF GIVING
WILL SAVE YOU
JUST GIVE
AND CONTINUE GIVING
AND YOU WILL NEVER TASTE DEATH
IVE SEEN SPARTAN WELLS IN THE FACES OF MEN
IVE SEEN GUTTERS ALIVE WITH JOY
IVE SEEN DEATH RIDING THE BLINDS
IVE SEEN MAN THROWING HIMSELF AWAY
THE HOUSE OF JOY AND HONESTY
IS A PLACE THAT DOES NOT EXIST
THE HOUSE OF UNDERSTANDING AND TRUST
HAS FOUNDATIONS THAT WILL NOT HOLD
IN THIS QUICKSAND
IN THIS WORLD
IVE SEEN PRIEST WITH CORDS ON THEIR NECKS
IVE SEEN TRAP DOORS UNDER THEIR FEET
IVE SEEN SO MANY PEOPLE ALONE
IVE SEEN THEM GRINDING THEIR HEARTS INTO PULP
THE PROCESS OF GIVING
WILL STOP VISIONS
JUST GIVE
AND CONTINUE GIVING
AND YOU WILL NEVER TASTE DEATH
IVE SEEN SCHOOLS WITH BARS INSTEAD OF BOOKS
IVE SEEN VULTURES WITH POISON DRIPPING FROM THEIR BEAK
IVE SEEN THE SMILES ON THE FACES OF LORDS AND KINGS
IVE SEEN TEARS ON THE CHEEKS OF THE HOLIEST SLAVES
THE HOUSE OF REFUGE AND HOPE
IS A PLACE THAT DOES NOT EXIST
THE HOUSE OF GOD AND FORGIVENESS
HAS FOUNDATIONS THAT WILL NOT HOLD
IN THIS MADDENING SWAMP
IN THIS WORLD
IVE SEEN GIRLS CLUTCHING THEIR FATHERS PICTURE
IVE SEEN THEM CRYING ALONE AT NIGHT
IVE SEEN THE WEAK BEING DRUG OUT TO WAR
IVE SEEN THE WORK IT TAKES TO FORGET A FAMILY NAME
THE PROCESS OF GIVING
WILL TAKE THE JAIL OUT OF YOUR YEARS
JUST GIVE
AND CONTINUE GIVING
AND YOU WILL NEVER TASTE DEATH
GIVING IS HOPE
GIVING IS REFUGE
GIVING IS GOD
GIVING IS JOY
GIVING IS FORGIVENESS
GIVING IS HONESTY
GIVING IS UNDERSTANDING
GIVING IS TRUST
GIVE ME YOUR LOVE
MY GIFT IS PATIENCE
MY GIFT IS EVERYTHING
AND ANYTHING
GIVE ME YOUR LOVE
THE PROCESS OF GIVING
WILL SAVE YOU
JUST GIVE
AND CONTINUE GIVING
AND THE LORD SAYS WE WILL NEVER TASTE DEATH
AND THE LORD GIVES
AND THE LORD LOVES
JUST GIVE
Potential lyrics for THE DEAD CONDORS project. Things are really moving ahead with this album. Most of the songs are recorded. Most are done being mixed. Album cover and general layout is nearing completion. Very scary stuff. The sounds of mental illness. If I could explain what we sound like in two words or less it would be DOESN'T. We just don't do what you're looking for. When you want noise, there is crooning. When you want crooning there is clatter. When you want feedback there is crying viola. When you want poetry there is screaming. When you want screaming there is rockabilly drums and mumbling. When you want noise rock there is ambient drones. We just can't give you anything you are looking for. We can't even give ourselves anything that we are looking for and it is perfect. This album being released is the only thing I care about. After that, I can be shot and put in a ditch. Even if I'm stuck in this tar pit for the rest of my life I can say that I made a really unpleasant record and actually released it to the public. Maybe if I keep taunting the local drug dealing thugs with sarcasm and aggresive tactics they can just burn me down after work. With one of those little tech-nine gang pistol with the serial numbers filed off. These clowns are getting more angry every year it seems. Maybe I can use it to my advantage...Nah, life is cyclical I'm told. The "power beings" or whatever would probably send me back in some arabian hell hole with a mean case of ricketts or something. I'm better off not being killed by a group of retards with little tatooed tear drops under their eyes. Damned if you, damned if you don't.
SOUNDTRACK OF THE DAY
Cat Stevens
Joy Division
Immortal Lee County Killers
Glass Harp
Theoretical Girls
Al Green
Scott Walker
I want it to be July 23rd and July 24th 2004 for the rest of my life. Please. I've never felt better. It's fading away. I can't take it.
THE ONE YOUR SOUL IS MAKING
THE ONE THAT I CAN HEAR
SPEAKS LIKE A MAN
TRYING TOO HARD TO ENJOY LIFE
TO ENJOY THE COMPANY OF OTHERS
YOU MUST PRETEND AND RESPOND
SO YOU MUST LAUGH
HARD ORE AND FOSSIL CLOAKS IN YOUR LAUGH
HARD LIKE THE OXEN PULLING THE EMPTY STAGECOACH
BACK TO THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE
LIKE A THOUSAND RUNAWAY GEESE
IN A DECAYING CHURCH BELTOWER
BOW LIKE A MINISTER
MAKE THEM ALL FEEL LIKE YOU CARE
AS THEY WOULD MAKE YOU FEEL
THE GOLDEN RULE GRASPING FOR A LOOSE BRANCH
YOUR SOUND
THE ONE YOUR SOUL IS MAKING
THROUGH YOUR SOCIAL GRACES
SPEAKS LIKE A MAN
ROLLING DOWN A MOUNTAIN SIDE
WHILE HIS BEST FRIENDS GAWK
AND SNAP CHEAP PHOTOGRAPHS
OF SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT
AT THE NEXT PARTY
YOU MUST PRETEND AND RESPOND
BEFORE YOU HIT THE ROCKS BELOW
SO YOU MUST LAUGH
AND TRY TOO HARD
TO ENJOY LIFE
BACKED EXCLUSIVELY BY DEATHS HAND
PARTS OF YOUR TONE
SPEAKS LIKE A MAN
TRYING
THE PROCESS OF GIVING
WILL SAVE YOU
JUST GIVE
AND CONTINUE GIVING
AND YOU WILL NEVER TASTE DEATH
IVE SEEN SPARTAN WELLS IN THE FACES OF MEN
IVE SEEN GUTTERS ALIVE WITH JOY
IVE SEEN DEATH RIDING THE BLINDS
IVE SEEN MAN THROWING HIMSELF AWAY
THE HOUSE OF JOY AND HONESTY
IS A PLACE THAT DOES NOT EXIST
THE HOUSE OF UNDERSTANDING AND TRUST
HAS FOUNDATIONS THAT WILL NOT HOLD
IN THIS QUICKSAND
IN THIS WORLD
IVE SEEN PRIEST WITH CORDS ON THEIR NECKS
IVE SEEN TRAP DOORS UNDER THEIR FEET
IVE SEEN SO MANY PEOPLE ALONE
IVE SEEN THEM GRINDING THEIR HEARTS INTO PULP
THE PROCESS OF GIVING
WILL STOP VISIONS
JUST GIVE
AND CONTINUE GIVING
AND YOU WILL NEVER TASTE DEATH
IVE SEEN SCHOOLS WITH BARS INSTEAD OF BOOKS
IVE SEEN VULTURES WITH POISON DRIPPING FROM THEIR BEAK
IVE SEEN THE SMILES ON THE FACES OF LORDS AND KINGS
IVE SEEN TEARS ON THE CHEEKS OF THE HOLIEST SLAVES
THE HOUSE OF REFUGE AND HOPE
IS A PLACE THAT DOES NOT EXIST
THE HOUSE OF GOD AND FORGIVENESS
HAS FOUNDATIONS THAT WILL NOT HOLD
IN THIS MADDENING SWAMP
IN THIS WORLD
IVE SEEN GIRLS CLUTCHING THEIR FATHERS PICTURE
IVE SEEN THEM CRYING ALONE AT NIGHT
IVE SEEN THE WEAK BEING DRUG OUT TO WAR
IVE SEEN THE WORK IT TAKES TO FORGET A FAMILY NAME
THE PROCESS OF GIVING
WILL TAKE THE JAIL OUT OF YOUR YEARS
JUST GIVE
AND CONTINUE GIVING
AND YOU WILL NEVER TASTE DEATH
GIVING IS HOPE
GIVING IS REFUGE
GIVING IS GOD
GIVING IS JOY
GIVING IS FORGIVENESS
GIVING IS HONESTY
GIVING IS UNDERSTANDING
GIVING IS TRUST
GIVE ME YOUR LOVE
MY GIFT IS PATIENCE
MY GIFT IS EVERYTHING
AND ANYTHING
GIVE ME YOUR LOVE
THE PROCESS OF GIVING
WILL SAVE YOU
JUST GIVE
AND CONTINUE GIVING
AND THE LORD SAYS WE WILL NEVER TASTE DEATH
AND THE LORD GIVES
AND THE LORD LOVES
JUST GIVE
Potential lyrics for THE DEAD CONDORS project. Things are really moving ahead with this album. Most of the songs are recorded. Most are done being mixed. Album cover and general layout is nearing completion. Very scary stuff. The sounds of mental illness. If I could explain what we sound like in two words or less it would be DOESN'T. We just don't do what you're looking for. When you want noise, there is crooning. When you want crooning there is clatter. When you want feedback there is crying viola. When you want poetry there is screaming. When you want screaming there is rockabilly drums and mumbling. When you want noise rock there is ambient drones. We just can't give you anything you are looking for. We can't even give ourselves anything that we are looking for and it is perfect. This album being released is the only thing I care about. After that, I can be shot and put in a ditch. Even if I'm stuck in this tar pit for the rest of my life I can say that I made a really unpleasant record and actually released it to the public. Maybe if I keep taunting the local drug dealing thugs with sarcasm and aggresive tactics they can just burn me down after work. With one of those little tech-nine gang pistol with the serial numbers filed off. These clowns are getting more angry every year it seems. Maybe I can use it to my advantage...Nah, life is cyclical I'm told. The "power beings" or whatever would probably send me back in some arabian hell hole with a mean case of ricketts or something. I'm better off not being killed by a group of retards with little tatooed tear drops under their eyes. Damned if you, damned if you don't.
SOUNDTRACK OF THE DAY
Cat Stevens
Joy Division
Immortal Lee County Killers
Glass Harp
Theoretical Girls
Al Green
Scott Walker
I want it to be July 23rd and July 24th 2004 for the rest of my life. Please. I've never felt better. It's fading away. I can't take it.
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We are all dying condors...where we fly the sky rips open in weeping trails of blood"
[Edited on Aug 08, 2004 5:05PM]
We want you to be proud of what you have done. We want you to continue to serve in government, if that is your wish. Always give your best, never get discouraged, never be petty; always remember, others may hate you, but those who hate you don't win unless you hate them, and then you destroy yourself.
And so, we leave with high hopes, in good spirit, and with deep humility, and with very much gratefulness in our hearts. I can only say to each and every one of you, we come from many faiths, we pray perhaps to different godsbut really the same God in a sensebut I want to say for each and every one of you, not only will we always remember you, not only will we always be grateful to you but always you will be in our hearts and you will be in our prayers.
Thank you very much.
Happy Watergate Day.