Sunlight doesn't love me, but the potheads can't resist.
This dark and lonely basement, my very first kiss; pale, chapped lips.
You’ll walk beside me all alone, ‘cause we’re no more than ants to them.
The grimy walls of corridors that lead nowhere and back again.
This is the anthem for all who’ve lost nothing and nobody, not yet.
The weeds creeping slowly toward our tired ankles – we’ll never forget!
Thursday, October 8, 2009
We're dirty
Battering lamb of god
Force our way in through the gate
The city burns in our wake
Smash it!
Smash it!
No wood or fire used to break
Ere lamb of god your town will quake!
Battering lamb
Battering lamb of god
Smash its head into the door
From ears and eyes foul blood shall pour
Smash it!
Smash it!
Slammed so hard its skull will crack
Fucked from behind til its neck snaps
Smash it!
Smash it!
Entrails ripped and thrown at mobs
Slaughtered lamb to please our Gods
Battering lamb
Battering lamb of god
Battering lamb
Battering lamb of god
No more whimpers, no more bleating
The lamb has suffered my cock beating
Your homes become our blasphemy
Your screams become a symphony
Cocks in bleeding, frozen cunts
Victimized, I fuck and grunt
Smash it!
Smash it!
Battering lamb
Battering lamb of god
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Summer is just a sweatier cold
My arms shivered, thousands of tiny hairs standing up like little soldiers trying to fend off the cold, but they couldn't. There was no army strong enough... because the cold was inside me.
It was a muggy summer evening, legs hanging over the warm white tiles and dangling small, pale feet into the chemical blue pool water. A longneck with a little foam still dripping from the mouth rested on its side a few inches from my right hand. The air held the sweet scent of freshly cut grass and chlorine, but inside the peeling white weatherboard house, I knew it smelled of manmade cold, that familiarly dusty yet pleasant aroma that the old air conditioner gave off.
For the first time in my life I wasn't looking back, I wanted to be right there where I was, right then. I wanted the tiny little kitten scratches on my hands, the broken toe nail from kicking the bedpost. I wanted the pretty, wavy beach blonde hair and I wanted to walk to the milk bar late at night for raspeberry slurpees and TeeVee snacks. Everything was perfect, except for the damn freezing cold that kept creeping through my veins and over my crawling skin.
They say that when you shiver, somebody's walked over your grave. But I know that isn't true. Not for me at least. I shivered because I was dying.
It was a muggy summer evening, legs hanging over the warm white tiles and dangling small, pale feet into the chemical blue pool water. A longneck with a little foam still dripping from the mouth rested on its side a few inches from my right hand. The air held the sweet scent of freshly cut grass and chlorine, but inside the peeling white weatherboard house, I knew it smelled of manmade cold, that familiarly dusty yet pleasant aroma that the old air conditioner gave off.
For the first time in my life I wasn't looking back, I wanted to be right there where I was, right then. I wanted the tiny little kitten scratches on my hands, the broken toe nail from kicking the bedpost. I wanted the pretty, wavy beach blonde hair and I wanted to walk to the milk bar late at night for raspeberry slurpees and TeeVee snacks. Everything was perfect, except for the damn freezing cold that kept creeping through my veins and over my crawling skin.
They say that when you shiver, somebody's walked over your grave. But I know that isn't true. Not for me at least. I shivered because I was dying.
Where are my eggs?
If somebody has seen my eggs, please - let me know!
Reward of $25,000 ffor the return of my beloved eggs.
Reward of $25,000 ffor the return of my beloved eggs.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Massive aggressive
Well, I received my Massive Aggressive fan box and t-shirt today after pre-ordering it a few weeks ago, hoorah.
I think the shirt is probably my favourite of all the ones I have now, not really because of the novelty factor but rather because it's white and just a change from the constant onslaught of black band t-shirts you see on every street corner and in every shopping centre. The CD is, well, Municipal Waste and I'm waiting on the chance to get shitfaced whilst listening; because in my opinion, it's simply the only way to fully experience a great new album, haha. And then there's just the extra goodies that come in the box, the patch, sweatband and a few 1" badges, which are pretty sweet.
Anyway, I'm getting a little bored of blogging to be honest, so I'm gonna down some voddy.
Cheers!
Cheers!
Monday, July 13, 2009
Because I know nothing
We’ll keep to ourselves mostly
We’ll never know
The world that’s around us
Of desert and snow
But one day, just maybe
We’ll take our first steps
And til then we’ll live out
Our lives, quiet and rest.
With small feet and small hands
Oh we’ll never grow
To explore, discover
What makes the world glow
Like snails in the garden
We’ll sleep all day long
And beg of your pardon
We’ve been here too long.
The rain on the window
Betrays winter dreams
The bright yellow sun dances
In golden streams
We’ll leave here, go somewhere
Where it’s all unknown
And maybe, we’ll come back
With something to show.
We’ll never know
The world that’s around us
Of desert and snow
But one day, just maybe
We’ll take our first steps
And til then we’ll live out
Our lives, quiet and rest.
With small feet and small hands
Oh we’ll never grow
To explore, discover
What makes the world glow
Like snails in the garden
We’ll sleep all day long
And beg of your pardon
We’ve been here too long.
The rain on the window
Betrays winter dreams
The bright yellow sun dances
In golden streams
We’ll leave here, go somewhere
Where it’s all unknown
And maybe, we’ll come back
With something to show.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
A little friendly advertising
Congratulations to Andrew, Ben, Joel, Adrian and Merlin for winning last night's Battle of the Bands.
Sorry I could only be there in spirit!
Keep up the great work, and continue to blow us away!
Flesh Decay are headlining at the Macleod YMCA on the 18th of July, can't wait. If you can, I highly recommend you go and support them, they're not only great musicians but top notch guys all round.
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Sorry I could only be there in spirit!
Keep up the great work, and continue to blow us away!
Flesh Decay are headlining at the Macleod YMCA on the 18th of July, can't wait. If you can, I highly recommend you go and support them, they're not only great musicians but top notch guys all round.
x
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