Trailer Park Jesus By: GlassJaw

March 30, 2013
GlassJaw: A Reawakening, Musical Fantasy
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Another slow one for you guys today. Also, it is a lot easier for me to extract the lyrics from this one. Still waiting on GlassJaw to potentially supply with their stash… Who knows.

Put the needle to the record and
hit me with your style.
Soon enough I’ll, learn to unload my mouth.
Can you say it’s getting blacker,
the vibe up in this place;
when I displaced what made turn my face.
I can’t wait.

I jumped ship to a burning sow.
Had a ball
Atom bomb.

It was quiet I’ll tell you that girl
When the last thing I do has a
Swine slewn down martyr avenue.
Am I driftwood or Hosana?
A knee-deep in disease.
I’m the body.
Laid a “9” on my sleeve.
I’m a bitch, girl.
I’m a bitch.

I jumped ship to a burning sow.
Had a ball.
Atom bomb.
I jumped ship to a burning sow.
Had a ball.
Killed a shark.

I jumped ship to a burning sow.
Had a ball.
Atom bomb.

Denial is a river in Egypt.
Division is a reunion in the South.
Soon enough I’ll learn to…
Denial is a river in Egypt.
Allusive as the communion in my mouth.
Soon enough I’ll learn to.

I jumped ship to a burning sow.
Had a ball.
Atom bomb.
I jumped ship to a burning sow.
Had a ball.
Atom bomb.

Tell the one about the man who dug a
hole so deep
He lost sight of his word…

Good VS Evil: Part 2 The Role Reversals

March 30, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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(So, dear child

Tell me what it is

you so resent?)

You are just an infestation;

A ghoulish soul I must repent!

You reap what others sew

Your ploys, caddish distractions

To enforce a fatal blow!

(Oh haha, How foolish you are

To think I’d bare your skin

A festering scar.

I’ve saved your life you know?

Remember those nights

Out on your “Lonely Road”?

You would rev to the limit

Put your conscious on hold.

But it was I who hit the brakes

Before the bend swallowed you whole!)

You had no RIGHT!

It was MY destiny to unfold

Be it high-speed mutilation

Or bottled scripts on hold

It was mine to decide

Not your hand to fold!

(Be that as it may

You speak no sense today

You cry for love, though

One cannot love

Beyond a hallowed grave

I gave you new life,

Your soul I fucking saved!

Now you accuse me of scrutiny? 

That I have misbehaved?!)

I, I, I, I don’t know what to say

The Letter I Wrote To GlassJaw

March 29, 2013
GlassJaw: A Reawakening, Musical Fantasy
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This was not just some rhetoric to try and get through to them; I meant every word. And I hope they receive it in kind and are at least willing to contact me to explain why they might not be able to do so or to get my e-mail address so they can obliterate my mind with all of the missing words through out their songs that the human ear just can’t distinguish. Those layered lines that leave me wanting more. And this is the first time I’ve even tried sending them any type of communication because I always thought it’d be useless considering their potential incoming volume they have to deal with. But I did it anyway. Because they do that to me: Make me want more.

My Letter To GlassJaw:

I have an honest request. I am a dedicated follower of all things GlassJaw, however, I continue to be flubbed on the internet when trying to find the lyrics to all of your songs. You see, I run my own blog and I have been introducing my followers to one GlassJaw song per day in an attempt to show others the music that has helped me through the roughest parts of my life. So far, I have been able to dictate the lyrics while listening to the songs, but I know for a fact I have missed some words, or phrases here and there. So please, from an honest fan, is it possible to send the original lyrics to me?

The online lyric websites are a travesty to your bands name and I intend to eradicate the false representations of your music. Please, if you can help, I would be forever grateful. You are why I continue to walk this earth. Without GlassJaw, I may have let myself go long before.

Best regards

-Chris 

Rewind to Better Times

March 29, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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I have decided to try and lighten the mood on my blog by posting one of my older poems. You know, those days when “love” didn’t seem so far out of reach. I hope you all enjoy! 🙂

I lose my mind with sea-green eyes glaring back at me

Lost in your gaze, I am simply amazed with this girl I see.

Feeling the beat of my heart rip my chest apart

It’s what you do to me

You make wrong feel so right.

Let us light the way; we can set the world afire.

Darling, we can talk all night. Speak of our desires.

Or you can show me the way

Skip to the best part

Show me this love I’ve been missing;

Play it back from the start. 

Good VS Evil: Part 1

March 29, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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She’s so unbelievable.
I get chills just from her breath
(You fool she’s a GOD!
You are not worthy
Of her breast!)
 
I long for her caress.
Though, why wait?
(You lack a spine,
She craves a man
Not swine!)
 
Watch your tongue!
I am a part of this soul
Too.
You cannot overrule
A lover’s quarrel
For you lack compassion
Let’s not even start,
On your lack of morals.
 
(I am logic, you
Feign creation.
Now tell me who,
Lacks motivation?)
 
Love is all I require
It far outweighs your
Dictatorial desire.
It silences your call,
That is what you fear.
Ignored by your own captive
after screaming in his ear!
 
(You lie!)
Oh dear, is that a fly buzzing near?
(I’ll be back…)

Ape Dos Mil By: GlassJaw

March 29, 2013
GlassJaw: A Reawakening, Musical Fantasy
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Here I have my favorite song from the group, probably because it has the most meaning for me. I’ve been cheated on before, though not in such a dramatized fashion. Alas, it bittersweet when you catch them in the act. And is something you may never forget. Enjoy…

Ape Dos Mil: GlassJaw

Yeah it’s over you can bet in mid-October I will still be ranting ‘bout most early may. Yeah he’s a winner, he’s a goddamn sinner while he dines I’m on the wrong side of the day and I say “I don’t understand why I’m fumbling after. You’re the reason I cannot forget this season or the letter when you first referred to it. And I said…

It’s all calypso, but it’s not easy you know. You walk around with your shoulders down, it’s not easy to know. Yeah it’s over you can bet when mid-October ends I will still be ranting ‘bout most early May. See yeah he’s a winner he’s a goddamn sinner while he dines I’m on the wrong side of the day and I said “I don’t understand why I am fumbling after. Yeah you’re the reason I cannot forget this season or the lesson how an ape shall not kill ape. And I said…

It’s all calypso but it’s not easy you know. You walk around with your shoulders down frowning it’s not easy to know. It’s just the tango, but it’s not easy you show. I walk around with my horns out now but it’s not easy to know.
I, I, I, I am going under. I’m going under. I’m going under. I’m going under…

You can’t trust a man who’s your governor; ape can’t trust man. You can’t trust a man who has got it all, ape can’t trust man. You can’t trust man.

It’s all calypso, but it’s not easy, you know. You walk around with your shoulders down frownin’ it’s not easy, you know. It’s just the tango, but it’s not easy you show. I walk around with my horns out now but it’s not easy to show.
How could you win if you don’t ease back the blame? Knowing you’re right, won’t you win?

Hallucinations

March 28, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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Red lipstick, wet lips stick

To his own in deflection.

Don’t risk it, she’s wicked

You can taste the poison.

Tensions rise with a paring knife

A sign on his back

in the mirror, “Insert here”

She laughs

He shouts to an empty room.

“You coward,

You’ll be back!”

She’s gone, you’ve just cracked.

The Number No Good Things Can Come Of By: GlassJaw

March 28, 2013
GlassJaw: A Reawakening, Musical Fantasy
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Okay ladies and gentlemen, I think I may have found the song that’ll reach out to the masses! This is one of their slowest songs.

Just take the time to really listen to the lyrics and really pay attention to the singers tone of voice because unlike many other artists in this day and age, Daryl Palumbo does an excellent job at making you feel his pain or his happiness in his songs. Just give ’em a shot if you haven’t already. And as per the new norm’ here are the lyrics as well 🙂

The Number No Good Things Can Come of By GlassJaw:

Let me interject about this little peace we have. And all the months passed drag ’em through the mud, drag ’em through the mud, drag ’em down.

It helps me, comment on virginity. Hear me find the price of humility. As a matter of fact you owe me some. As a matter of fact you owe me; your biggest fan.

And I guess and I guess and I confess I, sometimes think I am God… Or do I exist just to work for you?

It helps me comment on virginity. Hear me find the price of humility. As a matter of fact you owe me some. As a matter of fact you owe me.

Cancer is the proof; we will be going nowhere soon. You’re the reason why, I’m always asking of you twice. Cancer is the proof; we will be going nowhere soon. You’re the reason why, they’re always doubting of us twice.

Overtime Poetry

March 27, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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Since I am stuck at work doing some overtime, I thought I’d pop in with a short poem to maintain my sanity.

Every time we talk its like a broken conversation.
Both entities present, one lacking motivation
His attempts half witted, her remarks leave scars
They fall through cracks like the rovers on mars
They were there, but dissappeared. Just like you.