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If it isn't self evident Concerning dead presidents I'd hold these truths to be misleading then Abolish all meaning then Couldn't stand hearing them Tailored my suits again Mis spoke truths again Wasn't quite rude and then Tried to be a better man But resting on my laurels can Ruin all chances of Earning my place above Crimson tide rub a dub Hoping for chance at love Fitting tighter than a glove Relaxing at home verse the club Soaking the suds from my tub Hoping patience is enough Prize fighters all acting tough Holding weak hand call my bluff Should I shave or wear this scruff With Pressed collars and French cuffs Wouldn't it be nice Calling shots and rolling dice Tubs and sonny running vice Go speed racer failed twice In the land of milk and ice Could have worked out very nice But words are labeled in concise Victims of their own device Failed attempts to fix the splice Twisted the wrist to hide these eyes Waiting for the chance to see the sights I could have cont...

I Escapades into outer space, limited engagement- limited space, as Exits ceased to cut and evade even my frenetic pace evincing glimpses, turn the bend, of an altering mental state my mind spins and spun begins to replicate patterns and sound, sunlight circling, chasing the ground fretting each other in a primordial panic state. Wait for the baked cake to settle and dictate, batter whipped and dip-sipped, flour and eggs to create this half truth moment i helped to consecrate II From bettin against threats, neurons firing split ends retinas retain haggered edges and mends colors that form clear in weight, sleight of hand, picasso's houdini against the ornate and here I am straight from the gate anticipation rises eclipsing my lingering fate. Couldn't wait for the bus, such a simple tin crate then he ate in four shifts, dipped his head as his lips taste the meals that would not cooperate. stomach ached crackle vase tipped and slit traced the edges of this tourniquet held bandag...

To say Sunday's show was an intimate affair was only to recognize that the Mullins Center 10,600 Capacity was half vacant, and all who were in attendance were in for jaunt down memory lane. Intimate would not describe the song selection of the first set; seemingly produced straight from the mind of a jaded lover attempting to (unsuccessfully, mind you) try to get over the scorn that he felt for his Lost Lover. Dazzlingly down trodden, if at all intentioned, Foolish Heart, with the guitar's lighthearted introduction of notes, led to a simple jam on the theme and dispersed into the air, the crowd combining to make each moment, the most exciting in anticipation of the next note and song. It seemed the smaller crowd, rounding out this mid level arena leaving the upper rows and back stage bare, were in full focus for the evening, bringing the event much more significance. The boys on stage had little concern of the size of the crowd, butmust have revelled in their intent and attenti...

Lost my shit trying to act casual I couldn't have imagined life is what would happen at first stuck in mental traction back breakin', inaction In these dreams I was Charlie Chaplin walking waddle funny fashion tight thick moustache caneing around with bowler cap on But I've tied my means together needle and thread in one ear, for the better verses sewn through your head enleashed bombs, en masse with underlying captions. These words are like Webster's one life exits, one enters but I come through lyrically factual, thrusting opponents towards the actual Enemy troops that enter in gradual and recede with my tidal pool. Water's cool Then supernatural, like Northern Lights I brighten the sky, stars explode your eyes, wide shut, to capture it all. If this was try outs you'd be passed on blasted off like Vultron If this were Mask, I'd ask them to keep their mask on I'd ignite as if I'd spilled gas on this fire burning inside In wild fire f...

He ripped open the smaller than normal top to the energy drink, that years later they, meaning those energy drinks for the ADHD of the sort digging into my now meaningless diatribe, would be the same size, if not bigger than regular soft drinks, would have come as a complete shock to both of us, but then again, nothing is as it appears 30 hours into the ultimate "return", having left Wyoming, and the grand tetanus, now somewhere on I80 nearing the border of two north eastern states--those of which I can only hope are virginia and pennsylvania…I digress, and seem to unwillingly, witty faux phrases that keep coming to my head when I look over and see what I can only imagine is hallucination coming to the being of someone who probably hadn't seen it come naturally, hallucination that is, in quite some time: His Ultimate Road Trip did start at a hippie festival, revolving around one band, in some hilly-billy meth inspired, back yard-religious compound of a portion of the nort...

COLORADO NIGHT II 2011       Colorado II              To Start, Possum ripped with a fury that spelled out the "thick" to which we would be in "IT", soon enough; and one would have hoped, but not necessarily guaranteed, that that dead animal lying in the middle of the road would be a mere after thought, if not simply a mile marker indicating our embarkation through a tour de force performance on the second night of Colorado's three night run. To step back, and one needed only to open their eyes, to behold the foot hills of the Colorado Rockies, approaching the venue from the East, the natural beauty of the environs could have been enough for a flop show and some memories of a marathon weekend. It may not be the Gorge, but it sure as hell is one comfortable venue, with some gorgeous scenery. Back to the music…The pace did not lessen as the band dropped into the last Moma Dance of th...