there can't be a revolution without participants,
apathetic majority in descent
form a gang and storm the walls
with handkerchiefs and molotovs

kill the piper
drag his face in mud
kill the piper
drain his blood
kill the piper
hang him High
kill the piper
take their lives

masked by night,carry out our deeds
one by one odds favoring
burn their homes ,snuff out their families
use their bones to decorate the streets

kill the piper
take off his hood
kill the piper
for the better good
kill the piper
until he's dead
kill the piper
cut off his head

I'll go to the mountains
I'll go to the shore
I aint gonna sit and wait here no more

I'll spend all my money
I'll buy you nice thingsbut a part of me tells me
it wont change a thing

I guess I better find
something else to do
something else to do
sides keeping up wit you

I guess I better find
something else to do
before I go out of my mind

what else can I say
there's nothing else to do
nothing else to do
but try to see it through

running out of time
I keep bumping into you
bump into you in my mind

touch me one more time
tell me those sweet lies
I've heard a million times
but never through your eyes.

guess I'll have to try
gettin over you
gettin over you
theres nothin left to do

forget the last line
it's something about you
and somthin bout losing my mind

castles fall
fairy tales end
the deeds of man
wash ashore

a misty lake
big black walls
the girl in the frame
a wooden stake

the writers name
on the radio
broadcasting
to an empty home

concert halls
the rocks will shake
the bridge will fall
the last quake

7 needles
peter unrest
7 needles
I confess

his lost remains
no plaque contains
a firey hole
an empty grave

somewhere in an unmarked grave
rests a soul without a name
somewhere in a shallow tomb
rests the head of the unsaved

I clinch my fists and pretend to sleep
I wait to hear him to speak
give me something to believe
while I wait for my hands to bleed.

somewhere off in outer space
he exists in another other place
but here he's gone without a trace
nothing left of where he lays

sacrifice, and pyramids
all for the all knowing sythe

rocks will shake and castles fall
armys march to the call
the writers name on the second page
has been erased and replace.

ex libris
the final page
l'art est long maus temps est court

and so I scream
at the painting on the wall
alcohol
answer me

the writers name
has been forgotten
the writers name
is no more

big black walls
the picture frame
a wooden stake
a children's game

castles fall
pictures fade
the writers name
an unmarked grave

sacrifice
the pyramids

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5S36S9uCgnc



baby you're just like song
round in circles i keep singing along
maybe, I got it all wrong
but I'm thinking of you, after you're gone

get outta my mind
let go of my heart
get outta my mind
go back to the start

baby, you're so hard to find
or maybe I'm just, outta my mind
baby, quit wasting time
understanding, we're two of a kind


(prior scribblings..)

baby, you're just like a song
running round in circles the beat keeps playing along
there's nothing really going on
It just keeps playing and I get the words wrong

I can't get you out of my mind
I cant get you out of my mind
the rhythm and the rhyme

baby, can you hear me now
turn it up louder don't adjust the sound
I can pick you , out of the crowd
if you can hear me I can hear you you know I'll always be around

My girlfriend called me from the tea spot she worked at and asked if I'd give a coworker of hers a ride home. I said sure and made my way down there. The girl she worked with was cute though I never got her name. She was kind of tom boyish with long brown hair and was always wearing cheap sunglasses on her head. We said hello and they got in the car. On the way home we made small talk. I mentioned I had a show coming up since she seemed like the type that would go.

"Oh yea what type of music do you play?" she asked.
"we play death pop" I cunningly replied.
"whats that?"
"it's just me and a dj. Some times I play drums. it's experimental poppy but loud its cool."

I could tell by the way she asked what I play that she was a musician.

"Do you play?" I asked.
"yea."
"do you have a band? Are you playing with anyone?"
"yea. the ssion" she softly stated.
"oh cool. We should play a show together sometime." I genuinely replied.
"what instrument you play?" I asked.
"Guitar." she said apathetically.
"Do you ever notice how when someone says they play 'guitar' they Always say it like that? GUI-tar." I said making a joke.
"What do you mean?" she asked
"Well I just mean like it's so passe' ya know? Everything's been done" I said looking at her through the rear view mirror.
"I don't think so. I think it's cool." She sounded almost offended.

it was a quiet 60 seconds the rest of the way to her house which was just a block away from where me and my old lady were staying. We said goodbye as she got out of the car. As soon as we started driving off I started busting up laughing.

"Oh My GOD. talk about taking yourself a little too seriously." I bursted.
"I didn't think it was very funny either. what the hell?" my girlfriend started in.
"Oh cmon? I said 'Gui-tar' the Exact same way she did. EXACTLY the same way! gimme a break?"

Oh well. She was always getting flustered with me and my outlandish behavior. Always loud and obnoxious. Just always always.

A few weeks past by and I caught wind that xiu xiu was in town playing in the west bottoms. I scrambled to find a ride. Finally finding someone that was willing to pick me up. That fat kid that had that zine. I forget his name. He tried to get me to do an interview once but when he told me which writer he had assigned for me I refused. Being that me and that guy had quarreled at a Halloween show a few months prior and weren't exactly friends.

The show was spectacular. This being back when xiu xiu was fresh meat. Back when we were all still curious as to where the sound was going. as I'm sure they were as well. The ssion opened up for them and it was all very exciting. I cut out early to do some drugs and be with my new lady friend. I hate crowds and the later it got the less I was willing to tolerate the hot sweaty mess. the fumes and the chatter gassing up the warehouse where we were stationed.

The next day I got myself a cup of coffee and was moseying along westport when I noticed Cody folding some clothes in the sell/trade clothing shop. I went in and introduced myself. He had a cop mustache and his arms were covered in blue pen scribblings from the night before.

"great show last night." I said tipping up my coffee.They hated me drinking my coffee in the store but anytime I could sneak it past them without them giving me the "put it on the shelf" dead stare I'd keep it in my grip.

"yea it was pretty good." he was really effeminate and charming in an art faggy kind of way.

We spoke for quite awhile. I had just moved back to KC from the st louis scene and was doing my best to re-familiarize myself with the newly developed KC scene. I'd played a killer show my first week back with my garage band hevy duty where I was seen rolling on tables into candles, chasing girls out the exit while executing a mad guitar solo. destroying the drums and last but not least being Stranded at the bar at 4 in the morning with no ride, Drunk as piss. I eventually got a hold of the drummer he finally came back to pick me up and just as he pulled up I kicked a big huge dent in the side of his car. He almost drove off and left me there after doing so but he stopped and let me in and we made our way home as screaming ensued. Too much tequila. I'd taken three triple shots in a row right before going on stage and had basically blacked out and went into some kind of rock rage. But fortunately that kind of behavior is widely sought after in that profession so I very quickly made a name for myself as a crazy ass mother fucker who was here to be loud.

Me and Cody could both kind of tell just by looking at each other that we were from the same school. It didn't take long at all before we were talking about everything we knew. and before I knew it I'd been standing there jabbering with him for almost the entire morning. Towards the end of our chat I felt like I'd found a friend and left the shop without buying anything.

We would share gigs. let each other know what was going on. where to be. if it was any good. It never being anything too fantastic. But we had confidence. and we felt good about what we were doing. Like everyone kind of depended on us. And like we felt honored by the responsibility. even though we both knew it was a hoax. It always is. But they like it that way. I mean why give the magic trick away before anyone even gets a chance to see it performed.

We hung out a lot that summer. Them living right down the block. So much so that there was talk that we might have been fucking. To which I mutely responded. let them think what ever they want I say. Michelle was always trying to steal my girlfriend too. or at least get her in to bed. And I knew that my girl was open to that sort of thing so I was always weary to leave them alone together.

Mostly we would just share each others art though. and it was nice. I was working on my first short film titled "trashman" about a volunteer half retarded garbage man that gets accidentally crushed when he falls asleep in a garbage compactor. and then comes back to life as a paranormal that can posses trash to exact his revenge on the people who gave him a hard time when he was still living. You were working on some Sci-fi Punk rock apocalyptic wonderland film. I remember seeing lots of extreme porn when I was watching you edit it. It made me uncomfortable being alone in the house with you. Extreme close ups of wet appendages and orifices flashing on the screen. I never liked looking at porn with another dude in the room. But I recognized what you were doing as art. And you respected my opinion. You never did finish it though. the last time I saw you I asked you about it and you said what I'm always saying about my better ideas. "I haven't gotten to do anything on it. too busy with the band and everything." you were nervous and uneasy but I knew why. My new friend Chris was sitting next to me and he and Cody were not the slightest bit friendly with one another. I have no idea what started the bad blood between them but I had heard Chris make a few fag remarks here and there so I understood what Cody's deal was. I'd started hanging out with Chris the more I got into making movies. He was an actor and a screen writer and had gotten a few projects to green light. But mostly what me and Chris bonded on was our sincere love and appreciation for dope.

I saw you got a footnote in spin magazine. and I was horribly jealous. So jealous that I began to despise you a little. Later I heard about when you went to new york and you were guaranteed a spot in rolling stone. But something happened and you ran away. Which made me respect you again even though everyone else in town saw it as a failing on your part. For me though it was pure comradery because that's what I'd been doing all of my career. Running from the fame as quick as it came. Start a new fire somewhere else. Keep the people guessing.

at first, I thought that there was one
and then I found, out that there were two
and I wonder, I wonder if there's three
I guess that would be me

contagion
and I feel it in my bones

I don't, have a lot of thing
I can't afford, to buy you diamond rings
but wine is cheap, and the galleries are free
and I can push you in the swings

Je suis en amour avec une fille
qui est avec un autre homme
c'est toujours de cette façon
je suis un putain

je fait musique
je suis un artiste
donc toutes les filles m'ont
comme un bon temps

new song. @courtneyloveuk got me feelin all nostalgic and shit



take a deep breath, tell me what you see
is this all that's left, just a painful memory
of the way things used to be

you're on my mind

take another pill, try to get some rest
we've got time to kill, the fog will surely lift
somethings got to give

takin all my blood
takin all my time
it would just be easier to die

listen in
to them bitch and moan
about that trash bag full of bones

It's just my luck

everyone was calling my zomgits collage stalkerish so I thought I'd up the
creep-o-meter a little more by making the most stalkerish video ever made. no but really this is just for my valentine. who i hope likes it. actually I know she'll love it because I know her in and out. I know everything about her. and yes she sees other boys and yes I see other women. and yea they feel slighted because they don't think she is giving me as much as they are. cuz they can see that the only reason I'm so infatuated with her is because she is absolutely fucking AMAZING! and no one can help that.

oh yea. I finally released my album "fossil fool" to the public the other day. good times. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VCY-PnpWFyc



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spend some time somewhere new
if thats alright alright with you
I did my time, my time is through
spend some time, alone with you

taking my time, do it one by one
with my bible and my gun



break my thoughts, break them in two
its alright, its over due
everyone ones gone everythings changed
ace of spaids, keep up the pace

they tied your neck and then cut you loose
whats a girl like you supposed to do

I did your best to show them how
spread some fear, do it now

marking the days each of them one by one
with my bible and my gun


you're wrecking my train of thought
look at all the things I've got
lets talk about something new
monkey see monkey do

so here we are , where are you
see them come for their dues
thats alright thats on you
up all night , with the stars
dream of you, and where you are


I'll just wait till you're gone


seperate my thoughts from what I think is real
tell me how to live and how to feel
make it all come true

the kids are all lookin for something to see
I'm waiting on you and you're waiting on me
you'll just have to wait until it's ready
all the while. its out of style

everyone's got something to say
but nobody hears anyone anyway
so whats the point in making your claim
if all the while. its out of style

nothing but time to see us through

doin our share to make it worth while
payin our dues and walkin our miles

nothing is right if i dont have you
its all a lie that never came true

nobody cares walk single file
doin our share to make it worth while

keep playing their game and see how it ends
saying their prayers and cleansing their sins

inch by inch and mile by mile
take what they give and give back a smile
live and let live fight fire with fire
single file. its out of style

whats in style.

i could be just as famous as him
i know the secrets to all of his tricks
but I ran away from my sailing ship
all the while. waistin my time

the kids are looking for something to see
I'm waiting on you you're waiting on me
the shapes in the clouds constantly changing
all the while. take it and smile

I used to know everything at once
I used to just not even give a fuck
how I long for those days when I had good luck

this is the first time I've touched a piano since the last time I posted me foolin around with one. the owner seemed pretty cool with it so I'm gonna record some shit for this short I'm throwing together



I'm rusty as hell. gimme a few swings at it I'll tighten up my gears a little

ok so it looks like I'm only gonna be deleting like 50 or so videos at second glance.
and what I'll do is branch off and start posting my political type stuff on my old channel "voteonthis" . and the whole deleting things soon after posting. its risky and questionable and I'm questioning whether I should actually do that. cuz sometimes it takes over a month for a video to start picking up steam now that youtube has initiated this 300 views shit which prevents "viralism". so I dont know. maybe I'll just delete stuff tri-monthly. that way noobs and outsiders will get a chance to view the shit.

so http://youtube.com/oldhacks is gonna be just more for hanging out with old hack type stuff. and voteonthis will be for the serious stuff. Cuz I've noticed that I'll post a politically motivated video and some people will subscribe. but then I'll post something weird and off the wall and then they unsubscribe. when it's like "hey wait. I got plenty more politically minded stuff. wtf?" Or I'll post some music and some people subscribe to me for That and then I post a political video and THEY unsubscribe. so I think the best thing to do is to just diversify my postings. and I know it wont take off at first cuz people hate having to click a fucking button. its so insane how hard it is to get people to do ANYTHING on the net that they didn't think to do themselves. its quite frustrating at times. especially when you're doing all this shit to serve THEIR benefit. like teaching a dog not to eat his own puke.

so anyways. yea.

its all work in Progress. such is life.

albums. music and stuff

is anybody listening?
does anybody care?
can anybody hear me?
is there anyone there?

everyone's leaving
but I dont care
as log as I've got you
then they can go to hell