i want to read this book… im going to look for it!
i.burn.alive
i.am ray. i.have worn many different shells over the last few years. at least it seems. i,m constantly trying figure out whats right and whats wrong... and where i fit. i have to sell my soul daily... some say i think to much... maybe the fact is, is that everyone doesn't think enough. i. am a musician and a writer of sorts... i love art... "The easier it sticks to you, the easier it will fall off of you. If you can make it through any art without being completely emotionally pushed in one direction, then it hasn't done its job" - Darly Palumbo
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brain itches Theme by Adam Holwerda.
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New Bazan Record 08/09
On Curse Your Branches Bazan sometimes directs the blame and indignation at himself, other times at Jesus and the faith. He’s mourning what he’s lost, and he knows there’s no going back.
“All fallen leaves should curse their branches / For not letting them decide where they should fall / And not letting them refuse to fall at all,” he sings on the title track, with more than a touch of fuck-you in his voice. On “When We Fell,” backed by a galloping beat and Wilson-boys harmonies, he calls faith a curse put on him by God: “If my mother cries when I tell her what I discovered / Then I hope she remembers she told me to follow my heart / And if you bully her like you’ve done me with fear of damnation / Then I hope she can see you for what you are.”
The album closer, “In Stitches,” may be the best song Bazan’s ever written. It’s the most emotionally bare piece on the album and as close as he comes to a complete thesis:
This brown liquor wets my tongue
My fingers find the stitches
Firmly back and forth they run
I need no other memory
Of the bits of me I left
When all this lethal drinking
Is hopefully to forget
About you
He follows it with an even more devastating verse, confessing that his efforts to erase God have failed:
I might as well admit it
Like I’ve even got a choice
The crew have killed the captain
But they still can hear his voice
A shadow on the water
A whisper in the wind
On long walks my with daughter
Who is lately full of questions
About you
About you
The second “about you” comes in late, in a keening falsetto, and those two words carry his entire tangle of feelings—anger, desire, confusion, grief.
Bazan is known for his dialogues with fans, and during his set he’s affable, taking questions from the crowd. Tonight’s audience, openly anxious and awed, keeps it light at first: “Would you rather be a werewolf or a vampire?” Then he opens with the new album’s lead track, “Hard to Be,” a sobering song with an especially hard-hitting second verse:
Wait just a minute
You expect me to believe
That all this misbehaving
Grew from one enchanted tree?
And helpless to fight it
We should all be satisfied
With this magical explanation
For why the living die
And why it’s hard to be
Hard to be, hard to be
A decent human being?
By the time he finishes those lines I can see half a dozen people crying; a woman near me is trembling and sobbing. Others have their heads in th
slow.car.crash.
Your purse hit the wind shield
when I locked the brakes
Airbags inflated,
seat belts engaged
A semi was jack knifed
because of the rain
A hundred yards up
blocking 3 lanes
We knew it was over
and we both looked away
Right at each other
with spare time to say
Babe, i love you
and babe, i love you, too.
“This photograph of a creature resembling Satan was photographed by a friend of Paul Schroeder’s wife while vacationing in the Middle East. Mrs. Schroeder’s friend claims to have photographed an object of light in a cave, and did not see this creature until after the film was developed.”
sweet!
this shit does’nt upload audio its a lie!
first track off my “shots and promises” album
“undressed to kill” by the death of apathy
download: myspace.com/thexxofapathy
