Friday, July 29, 2011

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Syke! Life is Awesome- BTMI!

I sat along the rocks and I watched the cold Maine water rush away.
The sun and my guitar and I knew what you were doing yesterday.
You broke those promises but I'll get over it.
'Cause as long as I'm breathing fresh air I really don’t give a shit.
But I'll get mad for the next ten years, but realize sometimes things are great.

I didn't have directions, I hadn't eaten anything all day.
We sucked a fat one and wasted a hundred dollars just to play.
I ate a bag of peanuts before the windy road.
I couldn't drink a thing all night because of the vomit in my throat.
Then you gave me your sweatshirt and your number, sometimes things are great.

You don't own me! You don't own me!

I worked my ass off my entire life to accomplish my dream.
It started happening and everything got bastardized by greed.
I said, "Pull this shit over and let me out,
I swear to fucking God I'm fucking giving up right now."
And now I've got a brand new start, I realize sometimes things are great.

Scream it in apartment halls -
Shout this shit in shopping malls -
Take a ball point pen and paint the inside of your eyelids with the constant reminder:
You don't own me. You don't own me.

Then I was underground without food, sunlight or encouragement.
Depression set in I was a product of my environment.
And then the other day, you said, “Jeff, get in your car.
Yeah, pick Glenn Tillbrook up at the hotel and take him to the bar.”
And he wore a t-shirt just like me and he wasn't on his phone
For fifteen fucking minutes I had a conversation with my hero.
I'll be mad for the next ten years
And after that I’ll drink ten beers until the bar runs out of beers
And prepare for the next twenty-three years.

And if I wasn't a fat kid in high school, I would have never listened to punk rock.
And if I knew how to throw a football, I would have never played any music.
And if never got my heart broken, I would sing, "Blah blah fucking nothing."
And if you didn't fuck my ex-girlfriend, I would still owe you three thousand dollars.
And if I never lived in that van there I wouldn't have met Chris or Steve, Alex, James, or Middagh.
And if I never worked in a basement I would have never quit my job.
And if I had a big emo band or dropped out of college, I would have never met you, man.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

It's funny when people get angry at you for acting a certain way, and then act that way all the time.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

It's not like I planned it, but yesterday, I was up for 22 hours.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

That song below, the First Eviction Notice.
I heard it for the first time in a cabin at my camp. A girl I had a crush on played it for me. It never worked out.
Years later, I saw the Lawrence Arms in Brooklyn. That same girl was there with her husband.

This was the first Lawrence Arms song I ever heard, and I love this version as well...but not as much as the first.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

New razor + aftershave = important day. Beard must be pristine.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Off With Their Heads- "Clear the Air"

I wanted to tell you, I wanted to share,
Some important details that you're unaware
I want you to listen, I want you to care,
I'll choke to death if I don't clear the air
It's not a secret that I obsess,
And then I get angry, and then I get stressed
And you can't imagine, you can't compare,
You have no frame of reference and then you get scared
I'm doing my best to help make you see,
That it's not your fault, when I'll beg and I'll plead
It's much easier to go back to sleep,
We gotta find a place to start because I'm falling apart

I never feel happy, I never feel safe,
I can't let myself ever stay in one place
I look in the mirror and I see the face
Of a failure who will never be significant
The face that you see from morning to night
Is the mask that I put on to hide whats inside
I don't take it off until you fall asleep,
I don't want you to see what live inside of me
I thought I'd get older and it'd go away,
But it only gets worse and causes more pain
And being alone is getting so hard, I just got to tell you

God dammit, I'm falling apart

I'm down on my knees in the dark
Feeling for whatever is left
But the pieces are falling too far

God dammit, I'm falling apart

Don't leave yet, I haven't got to the part that explains at all
Don't leave yet, I need some body there to catch me before I fall
God dammit, I'm falling apart

I wanted to tell you, I wanted to share,
Some important details that you're unaware
I want you to listen, I want you to care,
I'll choke to death if I don't clear the air right now