Feathers and Nails

Scary words are so deceiving
When they’re spoken with quiet apprehension from your lips
I said, “Trust in me despite the blood in my eyes”
I hear your screams over your cries

I want to look into your eyes and forget
Remember when the sun was high enough
To cast no shadows as you walk
No faces on the pawns in the view from above

Dear please was this your idea
of summer built on silence and no regard
I don’t remember what it feels like to be cold
I know how it feels to be forgiven

Steer into the sun
I breathe your life in
With a taste of iron and sorrow
If only you were alive to feel this

Underneath the make-up and tears
A thousand faces of the ones who let you down
Into a bed of feathers and nails
At least you’ll be comfortable when you die

You talk to me but you’re breaking up
White noise and drum rolls
A sea of fools tied to their graves
Creatures of habit and results

Robot Hands

You may have to "metaphorically" make a deal with the "devil." And by "devil," I mean Robot Devil. And by "metaphorically," I mean "get your coat."


...So, the last two shows I've been to have been British bands. In fact, both were from Whales. I don't think I want to go there. These guys don't seem too happy with their lives there. Anyway, here's the verdict:

Bullet For My Valentine
- Music: phenominal
- Performance: boner-iffic

Funeral For A Friend:
- Music: phenominal
- Performance: meh. Pretty good, singer is really weird on stage. Looks uncomfortable in his own skin. I have to give him credit though because I was a goon on stage when I was singing. Or trying to.

The opening acts for both bands actually stole the show. All That Remains and Alexisonfire, respectively. Those bands are fucking amazing. USA! USA! [but wait, isn't Alexisonfire from Canada?]

P.S. I'm Convinced that nobody is reading this blog anymore. Send me a text if you are. If nobody's reading I'm gonna make this the official webpage for the Clinton/Gingrich '08 ticket.

100 Greatest Movies

CBS ran (is running while I write this) a show about the greatest 100 movies. I have seen a suprisingly small amount of these films. I caught myself thinking I'll rent some of these and catch up.

But frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.

The Sleeping

Great band, not what I'm talking about.
I've been trying this new thing called 'sleeping more than 5 hours a night.' Believe it or not, the results are incredible. I've definitely had to sacrifice a few hours of Adult Swim here and there but it has been worth it. Those black spots under my eyes I thought were a permanent fixture of my face? Gone.
This is awesome. Too bad it won't last. Something f-ed up will happen (real or imagined) that will drop-kick me back to the land of the walking dead. But for now, "Good night Mr. Bond..."

It Tastes Like BIRDING

Oh hell yea.

All Hail Bending Unit

"It's always so sad when one of your good friends goes crazy...
AND YOU HAVE TO HAVE A GIANT CLAM-BAKE AND COOK THEM!!!"

- Shiny Metal God


Okay, so it's pretty obvious I had nothing to say. Truth is, I like to check my blog in certain classes when I get bored, and the pictures of future wife below are making me look like a perv to the people looking over my shoulder. I need something to push that last post down off the visual screen.

Appointment with Will tomorrow. Yea body art.

You don't care.

Being redundant. Found an even better picture of the future ex wife.

Sorry.

No more homework related posts. For a while at least. They bore me even more than the work I was complaining about.

Somehow, despite having one of [if not] the best starting rotations in all of baseball, and having the greatest homerun hitter of all time, the Giants are still sucking. And like always, the Rockies are doing even worse.

On a sports theme, I'm watching the French Open right now. I'm blown away at the women's side. It is incredible to me how much women's tennis has changed in the past few years. These women kick ass. And I'm in love with Maria Sharapova. She will be mine. Oh yes, she will be mine.