it's all the same town.
the same dumb common problems.
the same cheap beer i can't get down.

it's your frown like a shrug that tells me 
this is the last time.
past expiration
and now we're starting to rot.

and i can't make it up to you now.

i still remember fondly 
you smoking cowboy killers
on that day spent in oberlin. shit.

i need to do a headcheck.
i need to not lose my shit
taking mental inventory.

Heeyup

a familiar scent corpses of last fall spent
the falling leaves
give to falling trees and makeshift levees of disease.
it comes calling you home to familial bones. a familiar grave.

i get up, i get down. keep recycling sound. this exit is bliss.
you can paddle or drown. stop up holes stuck around your hollow leg.

here we are at the onset of crippling debt
and sweltering heat
give it up to the pros. they take copious notes. 
they like making us bleed.

i get up, i get down. keep recycling sound. this exit is bliss.
i look up, i look down this exodus list.

infestation day (song for bob p)

abandoned core

damaged

bad timing

demo fall

brrberry

first try using the sp-404 and resample method. turned out ok.

BROKe

another rough one. realizing in retrospect that i fucking hate the kick i added. ah well.

Foam

hard to remember.

Too Many Words

i've noticed my tolerance is lower lately
and i'm coming to terms with the fact that there's people who hate me
a-and i understand that hate is self imposed
that people are people and people fuck up, i suppose

to keep a dry and tempered wit in duress
to sift, construe this stew, this human mess
northeast - northwest; northwest - northeast ohio
make little round trips, stir up shit then head home

read today's email, a fellow alum had died.
i don't wanna co-opt grief, filch misplaced dark feelings inside.
but things like that give you pause, you take stock in your life:
your accomplishments, your goals and just where today do those lie?

nowhere near the place you had in mind.
they stumbled, faltered; something fell out of line.
so start a search for origins you'll never trace.
think action for action's sake is enough cause to try.

throw a thousand hollow hopes into the sky like rotten seeds
and watch them rip impaled on the spiny reeds below:
spiny reeds of realistic expectations, outcomes met.
yet you still hold out for some spark out of town or out of state.
some place or person not yet met that'll fix your problems.
problems that were your mistakes in the first place.

3 hour long neil peart drum solo

hi.

click song titles for lyrics.

thanks.

samlikescoffee

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