AWESOMEMUZIK

•February 28, 2009 • Leave a Comment

CONCERTS I’VE ATTENDED:

August 29, 2007, Holmdel, NJ @ PNC Bank Arts Center ~ PROJEKT REVOLUTION ’07: Linkin Park, My Chemical Romance, Taking Back Sunday, HIM, Placebo, Julien-K,  Mindless Self Indulgence, Saosin, The Bled, Styles of Beyond, and Madina Lake – 14 straight hours of hard rock, bitches.

September 22, 2007, Elmira, NY @ Elmira Hibernian Center ~ ELMIRA IRISH FESTIVAL ’07:  Town Pants, Pat Kane, Brian Hyland, West O’Clare, Bryan Kane

This list? It will grow. It will thrive. It will be HUGE, and it will be beautiful.

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Lyrics to “Fascinator” by HTRK

•February 16, 2009 • 4 Comments

I emailed the band and Jonnine graciously responded with the lyrics. This video’s audio doesn’t have the best quality, so I advise all of you to visit HTRK’s Myspace and listen to it on their music player.

Fascinator” by HTRK

Oh oh
I could make you

We could make it if I met you in a different head space
I could make it

We could shake it if I met you in a different head space
I could shake it

We could fake it if I met you in a different shitty place
I could fake it

Fascinator
Fascinator
Fascinator

Oh oh
I could make you

“Anon” Lyrics by Capitol K

•December 29, 2008 • 1 Comment

I’ve always been madly in love with the song “Anon”  by Capitol K, even though I never had the slighest idea what he was actually saying. I’ve searched long and hard for the lyrics, but they are literally nowhere on the internet. There isn’t a copy of the lyrics ANYWHERE. And if there is…well, my intensive search didn’t turn anything up. I posted a plea on Capitol K’s last.fm page for anyone who knows the lyrics to send them to me, and OMG, the kindest, most awesome gentleman in the world actually did. He said that he also wanted to know them, and had sent an email to Kristian Robinson, who kindly responded with the lyrics. Why the hell did I not think of that?

Well, anyway…to any music fans that have been curious about the lyrics, here they are, from Capitol K himself:

“Anon” by Capitol K

In this desert to the East,
Anon talks for all his dreams,
how he walked a century,
waiting for the peace.
Said “I was good and I am poor,
we were born unto this rock”
No say lion in his den.
Eyeing man with bad intent.

In the Stomach of the King,
we can bite the hands of thieves,
and spit out their golden rings,
a thousand miles from the Sea.

In the Stomach of the King,
we can bite the hands of thieves,
and spit out their golden rings,
a thousand miles from the Sea.

Buddha in Glory

•December 12, 2008 • Leave a Comment


Center of all centers, core of cores,
almond self-enclosed, and growing sweet--
all this universe, to the furthest stars
all beyond them, is your flesh, your fruit.

Now you feel how nothing clings to you;
your vast shell reaches into endless space,
and there the rich, thick fluids rise and flow.
Illuminated in your infinite peace,

a billion stars go spinning through the night,
blazing high above your head.
But in you is the presence that
will be, when all the stars are dead. 

Rainer Maria Rilke

Even Jesus would martyr his mama to ride to hell between those thighs

•December 8, 2008 • 1 Comment

Don’t be aroused by my confession
Unless you don’t give a good Goddamn about redemption
I know Christ is comin’, so am I
And you would too if the sexy devil caught your eye

She’ll suck you dry
And still you’ll cry, to be back in her bosom
To do it again
She’ll make you weak
Then moan and cry, to be back in her bosom
To do it again

(Pray)
‘Til I go blind
(Pray)
Cause nobody ever survives
Prayin’ to stay in your arms just until I can die a little longer
Saviors and saints, devils and heathens alike
She’ll eat you alive

Jesus is risen, it’s no surprise
Even he would martyr his mama to ride to hell between those thighs
The pressure is building, at the base of my spine
If I gotta sin to see her again then I’m gonna lie and lie and lie

She’ll make you cry
I’ll sell my soul, to be back in her bosom
Gladly now please suck me dry
And still you’ll cry, to be back in her bosom
To do it again

(Pray)
Til I go blind
(Pray)
Cause nobody ever survives
Prayin’ to stay in her arms just until I can die a little longer
Saviors and saints, devils and heathens alike
She’ll eat you alive

My pulse has been rising
My temples are pounding
The pressure is so overwhelming and building
So steady they’re fretting I’m ready to blow
What is she what is she what is she waiting for?

Pray

(Pray)
‘Til I go blind
(Pray)
Cause no one ever survives
Prayin’ to stay in her arms until I can die a little longer
Saviors and saints, devils and heathens alike
She’ll eat you alive

I Am

•November 23, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Remember in 7th grade when your English teacher had you write a poem saying who you are? Well, going through my shoe closet, I found a bunch of old school stuff…and my “I am” poem. And believe it or not…I don’t hate it. I actually kinda like it, even with all it’s lovely pre-teen apocalyptic OMG mumbo-jumbo.

I am
contradictory of myself
always lieing to myself
the opposite
yet one in the same

I am
happy by myself, afraid to be alone
completely insane, not overwhelmed
just moving forward, aimless
I know where I’m going to end up

I am
compassionate
so apathetic
it’s only repayment
for the apathy I recieve

I feel
like I don’t have the time
to do gossip
no time to cry, before I die
this I never oppose

I am
eccentric and grounded
spontaneous and in the now
planned and eager for the future
but I still want to freeze time still

I am
optimistic, half empty
quiet and intruding
purposeful in everything I do
because I refuse to waste time

I feel
like people put my vulnerability to good use
I think
I don’t let people walk all over me

I am
to weak to face myself
the only one strong enough to face me
my own best friend
my own worst enemy

I would
feel less confused
if I stopped running circles around myself
feel less secure
because my body would be still

I am
tired
and broken
energetic
in pieces

I am
not really living
If I didn’t contradict myself

Two Colors

•November 17, 2008 • 2 Comments

Lindsey’s pathetic attempt at poetry. Yes, it definitely needs work, it’s often cliche, awkward, and melodramatic, and in general it sucks ass.

I wouldn’t turn your head quite yet;
My core rhythm may pulse unevenly
My words may not tumble out beautifully
or tap into your most celebrated emotion
by mere happenstance.

I wouldn’t shut your door quite yet;
To walk restrained and uneasy on the other side
Admired for your most dishonorable vices
And leaving my patient, pure intentions behind
to give everything to their selfish demands.

I wouldn’t set it in stone quite yet;
You’ll begin to feel the discontent
of brutally perverting the human being
from an object of fascination
into a worthless charade.

I wouldn’t abandon your prayers quite yet;
I can still count every one of your sins
inside the morning, the cold afternoon
But never our nights, innocence flickering
Suffering most by the dearth of faith.

I wouldn’t ignore the pictures quite yet;
This morning I woke up in a dream
surrounded by rotten fruit and sour words
Encircling and warming me like a womb
But the heat burned me and left me weak.

I beg you not to forget me quite yet;
Every piece of you that creeps away creates painful introversion
I’ll linger for you, follow every word
While my words dance around your ears insipidly
and gently fade.