I don't have much to show for it, yet. We have a profile on UG (
), but the song on there isn't exactly the direction we're going in. But! you can check out some sweet album art that I got permission to use from a lovely and talented girl in new york.
Oh, and I've also found an equally lovely and equally talented songstress from jolly old England who's expressed some interest in doing vocal work for me. Which would be really cool, since I sing like Christopher Paolini writes.
I guess that's all for now. I'd post the lyrics to the song I'm working on, but I'm pretty sure no one actually reads this blog, so it doesn't seem worth the effort. If you want to see them, prove me wrong.
3 comments:
Post them.
aw, thanks.
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all the newsmen with their calloused tongues
are spitting words out like blood.
A drunk driver's made a casket of a school bus,
on some old road in Arkansas.
and the rearview's got a noose around an evergreen,
as christmas becomes something make-believe:
when Santa Clause has got a BlackBerry'd jaw,
speaking over the cries of a shopping mall.
and the world's a full liver
and an empty heart.
all polluted rivers, and crashing cars.
when guns are the only givers,
I wish this would fall apart,
today.
and a dead man said there's a statued girl,
with her iced-out heart at the end of the world.
fingertips to her lips, she's an ice-9 pearl,
eyes to gods that didn't save her.
and the Nordics had their living tree;
the Buddhists their dharma, their Bodhi.
well, we've got Jesus on TV
and still don't know who killed Kennedy.
so let's hope for a happy ending, to this tragic world.
and keep your fingers crossed for 2012.
or thumb through gold-leafed pages, for something biblical.
Just please pray it's over soon and well.
the world's a burning book
and an empty cup.
A cutting look, from an ancient mug.
A planet dying,
from a lethal lack of love,
today.
today.
a bleeding brook, a fish on the hook.
A sorry crook, missing everything they took
away.
Away.
Oh, when one death's a tragedy
let's have a million more.
And make it all meaningless,
some unending war.
Killing me, jadedly,
so I don't care no more.
Okay,
it's not okay.
I think I already put that on Xenith, by the by.
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