SICK CITIES

“Can’t believe how strange it is to be anything at all”

i think it’s funny how some of the brutal soma bands all these sd kids were jocking a few years ago have almost all been forgotten, that or they changed their sound completely to sound like a bad version of a day to remember but they sing about god in every song. I know i play in a punk rock band what we do isn’t hard to emulate or challenging in musical technicality or whatever, but i’m happy say we play what we want to hear and we have something to say. I’d rather write music that means something to 6 kids then be background music for 6 million. i’m sorry we can’t sound like the victory records mosh-metal-pop-punk bullshit that’s so easy to digest but if you’re as bored as me with the lack of originality surrounding this once amazing thriving music scene give all these great local bands a fair chance./ Spreading Evictions, Meseta, Shining Through, Take Offense, Abandon The Harbor, Capsize, Silent Discussion, Fry Hugs, Footsies, Skulltulla Records, and after you’ve done that. Good Grief

Play me something that I know.
As I curl up with the speakers on the stereo and the sound-waves goodbye.
To the outside world I’ve lost touch.
So shut the door and turn the dial up.
I mean every word that I’m singing.
I never want my ears to stop ringing.

Arina: See this is back when they were good

still spinning on the turntable today

[Person 1:]
“close my eyes
Pull my heart strings
Pour my tears from your hands
‘connections are never easy,’
You said empty words
Empty soul
I believe that we are afraid of one another”

[Person 2:]
“And I, I believe that you have died within me”
… I fade from myself
I miss you again
I fade from myself
I miss you again… again
(what have we got?)
Bloody broken and hidden away
I seek the rope from which we will hang
Or so it seems
Or so it seems
The dance of flesh on flesh has rendered us blind

[Person 1:]
“I look into eyes, I look into stone
It’s better to be stepped on than left all alone…
So now I choke on yesterday when I was someone
And I wonder where ‘forever’ went
And how our ‘everything’ came undone
I opened my eyes and the heaven beneath us died.”

I see a blank notebook page

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And it’s my life and there is nothing I can think to write
I’m not sensing a thing