Can't hide, nowhere to run.
My solo performance is less than two weeks away! This will be the first time, in fact, that I have performed solo in over two years. I'm as equally nervous as I am excited about it.
Behind the cut you will see the words I will be using. I made one change over the weekend.
first cut
first I cut into blinds, a frivolous attempt to break down this perspective.
failing this, however, I started to breath. blue crystals.
stimulation. regurgitation. all those nights. sweet.
sweat. audio hallucinations. pressure. the blur. alarm.
-----
switch (with ending from Sick Pt.1)
I switch between black and white
out of focus and indecisive
running down boys with candy in their pockets
who steal my sleep with their pursed lips
I switch between right and wrong
out of style and indescribable
throwing quarters at the dancing bears
who break my heart with their somersault ways
I switch between up and down
out of mind and indispensable
tripping windowpane with big hipped girls
who stretch my trousers when they shake shake shake
I switch between love and hate
out of sight and indefensible
watching couples from a runaway train
who make love in blinding streaks of color
Can't hide, nowhere to run
Cant' hide, nowhere to run
Anyhow....
-----
some of you
some of you hide;
in shadows
in light
some of you hide;
in morning
in night
some of you hide;
your hearing
your sight
some of you hide;
your wrong
your right
some of you hide;
the meekness
the might
some of you hide;
the depth
the height
some of you hide;
some of you hide;
some of you hide;
-----
sick pt.2
throat: tight, hands held in loving embrace
eyes: pour, fingers inserted fumbling sloppy sex
ears: ring, soundtrack to my inconsistencies
nose: run, far far far away from this shame
diligently spreading all signs of the ending pointing towards the past
once, there was a girl who gave everything she was capable of
and died in the arms of a distant dream like blue green eyes torn from the wolf
he believed, like so many others, that anything was possible in the veldt per grackle
with tongues cum feeling disease platypus dried aprons crusted antiseptic biochemical reactions split
level
condos
burning
in
vale
yellow tooth driven urged on upon l-ov-e spirits calling inside destroyed brain tissue paper bags in her arms war driven into h-ear-t and then....
we make l-ov-e
final spark into
pleasure spilt upon
movement grown within
flesh rubbed with
there was a time when I wanted nothing more then your approval
but boyhood fantasies quickly become crimes of passion
my hands around your throat
veins pop under pressure
skin turns a violent blue
eyes bulge and I think
"why are you so surprised"?
In any event, should be a fun time had by all. I found out the other day that it'll be the night of Oktoberfest too, so we should get a decent audience.
I know, I know. I go on and on about what a sweet machine the Access Virus TI is, but the more I get use to it, the more I fall in love with it. It seems like there is nothing it can't do. I want a simple piano-ish sound. Boom, there it is! I want a wall of noise that would make Whitehouse blush? Boom, there it is!
When we played in Florida during our July tour, this teen guy saw me bringing my Virus' flightcase in and asked what was in it. After I told him, he was all like,"yea, I don't like Access...I think they just sound flat". I was like, "OK...", and just ignored his opinion, because everyone is entitled to one, of course. But as I was setting up for our performance, he asked if he could mess around with it for a few seconds. Those few seconds turned into a quarter of an hour and I had to literately push him off of it so we could play. "I didn't know they sounded like THAT"! Heh. I brag about my synth like mothers brag about their children, don't I?
Virus!
Behind the cut you will see the words I will be using. I made one change over the weekend.
first cut
first I cut into blinds, a frivolous attempt to break down this perspective.
failing this, however, I started to breath. blue crystals.
stimulation. regurgitation. all those nights. sweet.
sweat. audio hallucinations. pressure. the blur. alarm.
-----
switch (with ending from Sick Pt.1)
I switch between black and white
out of focus and indecisive
running down boys with candy in their pockets
who steal my sleep with their pursed lips
I switch between right and wrong
out of style and indescribable
throwing quarters at the dancing bears
who break my heart with their somersault ways
I switch between up and down
out of mind and indispensable
tripping windowpane with big hipped girls
who stretch my trousers when they shake shake shake
I switch between love and hate
out of sight and indefensible
watching couples from a runaway train
who make love in blinding streaks of color
Can't hide, nowhere to run
Cant' hide, nowhere to run
Anyhow....
-----
some of you
some of you hide;
in shadows
in light
some of you hide;
in morning
in night
some of you hide;
your hearing
your sight
some of you hide;
your wrong
your right
some of you hide;
the meekness
the might
some of you hide;
the depth
the height
some of you hide;
some of you hide;
some of you hide;
-----
sick pt.2
throat: tight, hands held in loving embrace
eyes: pour, fingers inserted fumbling sloppy sex
ears: ring, soundtrack to my inconsistencies
nose: run, far far far away from this shame
diligently spreading all signs of the ending pointing towards the past
once, there was a girl who gave everything she was capable of
and died in the arms of a distant dream like blue green eyes torn from the wolf
he believed, like so many others, that anything was possible in the veldt per grackle
with tongues cum feeling disease platypus dried aprons crusted antiseptic biochemical reactions split
level
condos
burning
in
vale
yellow tooth driven urged on upon l-ov-e spirits calling inside destroyed brain tissue paper bags in her arms war driven into h-ear-t and then....
we make l-ov-e
final spark into
pleasure spilt upon
movement grown within
flesh rubbed with
there was a time when I wanted nothing more then your approval
but boyhood fantasies quickly become crimes of passion
my hands around your throat
veins pop under pressure
skin turns a violent blue
eyes bulge and I think
"why are you so surprised"?
In any event, should be a fun time had by all. I found out the other day that it'll be the night of Oktoberfest too, so we should get a decent audience.
I know, I know. I go on and on about what a sweet machine the Access Virus TI is, but the more I get use to it, the more I fall in love with it. It seems like there is nothing it can't do. I want a simple piano-ish sound. Boom, there it is! I want a wall of noise that would make Whitehouse blush? Boom, there it is!
When we played in Florida during our July tour, this teen guy saw me bringing my Virus' flightcase in and asked what was in it. After I told him, he was all like,"yea, I don't like Access...I think they just sound flat". I was like, "OK...", and just ignored his opinion, because everyone is entitled to one, of course. But as I was setting up for our performance, he asked if he could mess around with it for a few seconds. Those few seconds turned into a quarter of an hour and I had to literately push him off of it so we could play. "I didn't know they sounded like THAT"! Heh. I brag about my synth like mothers brag about their children, don't I?
Virus!