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It saddens me that in this day and age, the majority of my generation cares more for what we display on the outside, rather than focus on the souls we stow on the inside. Until this trend diminishes, I do not see myself finding true love, but rather ignorant love.

Another note: If only we realized how full of shit each and every one of us really is, this world would be a better place

Another installment from my High School daze… hehe

Truthful Lies taste bitter and sweet,

Like a soft snow turning to a cold sleet.

Don’t lie, you can tell the “truth”.

Tell him how shallow you’ve been

Even in your youth.

Tell him the time you cheated 

On his bed;

Tell him all of the nonsense

You put into his head.

He gave his life for you 

And asked for nothing in return.

His words fell silent as

You allow his heart to burn

You talk of a “nice guy”

Someone to treat you right.

But the nice guy bit

Doesn’t work twice.

Hot bodies and a

Popular guise

may be fly

But in the end it’s all

A bunch of truthful lies.

AN innovative song in my opinion. At least in regards to how he explains it all during the song. It actually directly inspired me to write the poem “Ghost Man on Third” that I blogged here a couple of weeks ago. And here is Daryl, to explain himself all the way from some interview in the past! Welcome!

Daryl Palumbo- “She couldn’t have been any more empty when she was with me than she was. She, when she was with me was a completely empty person in everything she did with and to me…and was completely empty for a long time. That’s what that’s supposed to mean..a kiss, something that’s fulfilling and warm, and it was just the coldest shit.”

Siberian Kiss By: GlassJaw

Give me back
My pictures of me
Me, you and him makes three.
It figures the wheezing will measure your rate
Of depress
and I hope that you know.
Like a bitch in heat,
I hope she knows.

So put another penny in and turn the crank

Until the frames cease to move

And the movie turns into a photo,

A photo the kiss

I hope she knows

Staring at a parisian sex flick
where the characters don’t meet
The characters don’t speak
And the characters are like mirrors facing
mirros:
Space always expanding.

So put another coin in and turn the crank

Until the frames cease to move

And the movie turns into a photo,

A photo the fist

I hope she knows

A hiccup in paradise
I keep you jealously to myself,
In a photo the size of a kiss
A kiss in the shape of a bullet.

On phone lines and letterhead
I’m dying about.

I’ve watched you whore yourself out for one
More thing.
If I can’t have you no one will!

Pushing a lover to love another
Are you turned on?

I keep you jealously to myself.

This song had a fun and special meaning to me. It was fun because my buddy Ryan AKA RyRy, loved the song when I played it for him and asked what the name was. I said it is RyRy’s song; and he shouts “Oh shit! That’s funny ’cause my cousins call me RyRy. And that was fucking good dude. ” And special I guess because it “transcends all physical limits” as Murs may say. Enjoy!

Yeah, 1, 2,
2, 1, fight, choke

There’s a woman sitting in a motel room
counting minutes and she’s
adding to her list of one hour loves.
She’s tired and the new addition will do
She’ll replace the body,
his friends are good for bang-bang

An amiable hobby,
she’s got a secret.
Just keep it and sleep with.

And he can’t believe a thing you’ve said.
We’re going nowhere
and fair is fair.
And he can’t believe a damn thing you said.
We’re going nowhere,
and fair is fair.
The way you play with lives
is such a big disguise
we swear that
we’re not gonna’ take it under.
The way you play with lives is
such a big disguise
we swear
we’re not running naked.

There’s a man who’s sitting in a motel
waiting for a hooker that he never applied for
is it even her?
and he can’t believe a damn thing you’ve said.
We’re going nowhere
and fair is fair.

fight, choke!

The way you play with lives is such a big disguise
we swear that we’re not gonna’ take it no more.
The way you fucked his life
is such a big disguise
we swear
we’re not running naked.

Just when it’s perfect
it’s finite, he calls it
you said it’s over,
it’s over so long.
Just when it’s perfect
it’s finite he calls it.
You said it’s over
It’s over, so long.

The way you play with lives is such a big disguise
we swear that we’re not gonna’ take it no more.
The way you fucked his life
is such a big disguise
we swear
we’re not running naked.

He would stay forever
just to say he saw you leave.
And maybe things wouldn’t be this way.
he would stay forever.
Just to say he saw you on your knees.

I burn the lamp
WHen I burn when I do I do
Everything I do for you.
But he hates you, hates you
And I guess it’s nothing new for you…

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?