Zombi is an amazing band from pittsburgh. yes good things do come from pittsburgh. just listen to them and hopefully you can see why they are so awesome. i saw them a few times over he year i lived there. one time was when they played the live show at WPTS-FM. it was amazing. i remember when steve was in microwaves. i was lucky to get to see them too. enjoy
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
unsane/grey area
well i have to different bands to post today. i am going to start off with unsane's scrape. the song is great but video kind of goes with last night and me wrecking my bike's rims and handle bars when i took a dive after leaving the grey area/bouncing souls show. new pedals and no pedal cages for my feet did me in. some minor scrapes(no pun intended there) and to wobbly rims and a bent handle bar with no head injuried makes me feel lucky as shit. glad everything else on my fixed gear is alright. so unsane gets the first selection.
the second band is going to be grey area. they absolutely killed it last night. i don't think in my lifetime of going to shows has a band that wasn't headlining actually play an encore. they could have played every song of theirs and i would've loved it. sadly as long as i been listening to grey area, this was my first time i remember seeing them. i honeslty don't remember if they ever played pittsburgh when i was there. i want to think they did and i saw them but i saw so many shows during my time at Pitt. they were supposed to end my awesome weekend but the crashing my bike killed that. but my weekend ended amazingly too.
enjoy all the songs
unsane - scrape
grey area
right now!
colossus
No I can't see,
or I can't imagine, what it was like for you
supporting your family when you should have been in school.
To think
of the things you've done
before I was around,
I wonder what you're thinking
of what were facing now.
Does it affect, your life and the rest,
Struggling on, to get by somehow?
And when your best was put to the test,
did you feel left out?
Try
I try real hard, but I can't understand.
I see your wisdom when I look into your hands.
Time
has changed so much since when you were young.
It seems like yesterday when you were having fun.
When I got up,
got up this morning I took a deep breath and then
that's when I said to myself: "here I go again."
I had to look for it, imagine, I could not ignore it.
My trouble, it means nothing. I can't believe.
better man
I want to tell you, you're stronger than you think, and I'm glad you realized you had too much to drink. When I look at you the fog has been erased, and I don't care what it was cause now you're on your way. Some people just can't "have just one." Some things are better left alone. I never liked that guy, remembering back then. But that's all in the past, there's no need to pretend. Please just call on me, if you feel like giving in, cause I don't want to let it get the best of you again.
sour grapes
6 of us stand in a sunlit room, oversized prepare for more, expand the floor, knock down a wall. Some people say that it's just growing pains, but I watched you stab your closest friends. How dumb I was to think that it couldn't happen to me. But I'll remember. Address my anger like a wrecking ball, prepared to fall. Injury is imminent, so take the focus away from me. Can't help to think of just what could have been, how stupid I was just naive and innocent, my actions showed inexperience. I say my only wrong is in who I chose to trust. You say that money talks and bullshit always walks. So I say this will never happen to me again, because I'll remember. I realize that it's all sour grapes, complaining now is years too late, but I can't help to sit and wonder just what could have been. What I'm on the subway thinking to myself I'm better off right now, I know I know, how things have changed for the better. I realize it's all sour grapes. Complaining now is years too late. That day I should have knocked him once across the chin.
hold on tight
When you look at me, tell me, can you see, the last three years have been real hard on me. But I try to keep my head up. Sometimes I have to look up to look down. So many people have let me down because money is all they want to see. I'm really far from fine, everything just seems alright. When I look at you I see no point of view. You know no news is really the best news. But I try to keep my head up. Sometimes I have to look up to look down. Even though I'm feeling far from fine everything will be alright, said it's gonna be alright, get it right now. I'm telling you to hold on tight. You know it's going to be alright, you know it's going to be alright now, everything will be alright this time.
the second band is going to be grey area. they absolutely killed it last night. i don't think in my lifetime of going to shows has a band that wasn't headlining actually play an encore. they could have played every song of theirs and i would've loved it. sadly as long as i been listening to grey area, this was my first time i remember seeing them. i honeslty don't remember if they ever played pittsburgh when i was there. i want to think they did and i saw them but i saw so many shows during my time at Pitt. they were supposed to end my awesome weekend but the crashing my bike killed that. but my weekend ended amazingly too.
enjoy all the songs
unsane - scrape
grey area
right now!
colossus
No I can't see,
or I can't imagine, what it was like for you
supporting your family when you should have been in school.
To think
of the things you've done
before I was around,
I wonder what you're thinking
of what were facing now.
Does it affect, your life and the rest,
Struggling on, to get by somehow?
And when your best was put to the test,
did you feel left out?
Try
I try real hard, but I can't understand.
I see your wisdom when I look into your hands.
Time
has changed so much since when you were young.
It seems like yesterday when you were having fun.
When I got up,
got up this morning I took a deep breath and then
that's when I said to myself: "here I go again."
I had to look for it, imagine, I could not ignore it.
My trouble, it means nothing. I can't believe.
better man
I want to tell you, you're stronger than you think, and I'm glad you realized you had too much to drink. When I look at you the fog has been erased, and I don't care what it was cause now you're on your way. Some people just can't "have just one." Some things are better left alone. I never liked that guy, remembering back then. But that's all in the past, there's no need to pretend. Please just call on me, if you feel like giving in, cause I don't want to let it get the best of you again.
sour grapes
6 of us stand in a sunlit room, oversized prepare for more, expand the floor, knock down a wall. Some people say that it's just growing pains, but I watched you stab your closest friends. How dumb I was to think that it couldn't happen to me. But I'll remember. Address my anger like a wrecking ball, prepared to fall. Injury is imminent, so take the focus away from me. Can't help to think of just what could have been, how stupid I was just naive and innocent, my actions showed inexperience. I say my only wrong is in who I chose to trust. You say that money talks and bullshit always walks. So I say this will never happen to me again, because I'll remember. I realize that it's all sour grapes, complaining now is years too late, but I can't help to sit and wonder just what could have been. What I'm on the subway thinking to myself I'm better off right now, I know I know, how things have changed for the better. I realize it's all sour grapes. Complaining now is years too late. That day I should have knocked him once across the chin.
hold on tight
When you look at me, tell me, can you see, the last three years have been real hard on me. But I try to keep my head up. Sometimes I have to look up to look down. So many people have let me down because money is all they want to see. I'm really far from fine, everything just seems alright. When I look at you I see no point of view. You know no news is really the best news. But I try to keep my head up. Sometimes I have to look up to look down. Even though I'm feeling far from fine everything will be alright, said it's gonna be alright, get it right now. I'm telling you to hold on tight. You know it's going to be alright, you know it's going to be alright now, everything will be alright this time.
Friday, September 19, 2008
barricade
what can i say about barricade.. not really sure. a great local band and ryan and ziggy are fucking nice guys. been rocking the old shit and can't for "demons" to be released.
enjoy 2 of my favorite songs... don't worry.. i won't tell doug. haha
we've had enough
From nothing towns with no fucking luck
I learned from a young age not to give a fuck
Just to keep my head up and ignore all of you
Cause youve all been jokes since back in high school
Now Im older and I work everyday
So I cherish every moment that I get to play
And cause I didnt end up in a university
Now you all think that youre better than me
All those years you looked down on all my friends
Cause we didnt follow all the trends
We made our own fun away from all of you
It never mattered who thought we were cool
Now thats all changed cause your girl likes my band
And you impress her by calling us your friends
But I still know what you really think of us
But that really doesnt matter much
Cause Im still from nothing
Even though Ive had some luck
But some things will never change
Cause I still dont give a fuck
WEVE HAD ENOUGH
We dont give a fuck
What makes you so much better than us?
Youre no better then us
Weve had enough
AND WE DONT GIVE A FUCK
fencewalker
enjoy 2 of my favorite songs... don't worry.. i won't tell doug. haha
we've had enough
From nothing towns with no fucking luck
I learned from a young age not to give a fuck
Just to keep my head up and ignore all of you
Cause youve all been jokes since back in high school
Now Im older and I work everyday
So I cherish every moment that I get to play
And cause I didnt end up in a university
Now you all think that youre better than me
All those years you looked down on all my friends
Cause we didnt follow all the trends
We made our own fun away from all of you
It never mattered who thought we were cool
Now thats all changed cause your girl likes my band
And you impress her by calling us your friends
But I still know what you really think of us
But that really doesnt matter much
Cause Im still from nothing
Even though Ive had some luck
But some things will never change
Cause I still dont give a fuck
WEVE HAD ENOUGH
We dont give a fuck
What makes you so much better than us?
Youre no better then us
Weve had enough
AND WE DONT GIVE A FUCK
fencewalker
Friday, September 12, 2008
dance hall crashers
I know this seems just a little off from what I normally listen to but I've listening to DHC since HS when I was all about ska type music(don't be surprised to see more ska type posts in time). Such a great band. What else can I say about DHC?
Lost Again
lost again, somebody tell me how to get there
'cause i can't take another handshake
or another blank stare
thought i knew what i had to do to get through to you
guess your head is thicker than i thought
and once i'm there are you gonna care or conveniently look away
i don't think i want us to fall off and die that way
do you believe that i never see what you're doing to me?
i'll keep smiling till the door closes behind me
i know where i wanna go
but i just don't know
no i just don't know how to get there
i know where i wanna go
but i just don't know
no i just don't know how to get there
lost again, somebody tell me how to get there
if i hit another detour i'm afraid that i won't care
who'd have thought that i'd have bought the expectations
that gold road probably just leads straight to hell
and once i'm there are you gonna care or conveniently look away
i don't think i want us to fall off and die that way
do you believe that i never see what you're doing to me?
i'll keep smiling till the door closes behind me
i know where i wanna go
but i just don't know
no i just don't know how to get there
i know where i wanna go
but i just don't know
no i just don't know how to get there
do you, do you, do you...
tell me if you do!
Mr. Blue
You've had all the breaks
Learning from your mom's mistakes
Eating off your daddy's plate
Spending all your wasted taste
You can't see past your gate
Once I saw you dip your toe
Past the line at the end of the road
But frightened you came running home
You've had all the luck
They fought it out for you
Without them you'd be stuck
They held your hand to walk through
Don't forget you're bored
And that's your only problem
Times for you ain't tough
Try showing them some gratitude
Oh quit your whining
It's so boring
Play the victim and
Keep me yawning
How do you expect me to believe the scene that you're describing
Hey there Mr Blue
I'm hurting just by listening to what you've been through
Poor baby, or what did they do to you
Whoa poor old Mr. Blue
Inside your white fence
The glass house you've created
Things are getting tense
Don't feel appreciated
Glance out of your window
It looks like sun to me
But you just count the clouds
Sigh and beg for sympathy
Oh quit your whining
It's so boring
Play the victim and
Keep me yawning
How do you expect me to believe the scene that you're describing
Hey there Mr Blue
I'm hurting just by listening to what you've been through
Poor baby, oh what did they do to you
Whoa poor old Mr Blue
You could sit there forever
Blaming others but never
Allowing things to get better
you keep trying
Maybe I should just give up
Oh quit your whining
It's so boring
Play the victim and
Keep me yawning
How do you expect me to believe you
Hey there Mr Blue
I'm hurting just by listening to what you've been through
Poor baby, oh what did they do to you
Whoa poor old Mr Blue
Lost Again
lost again, somebody tell me how to get there
'cause i can't take another handshake
or another blank stare
thought i knew what i had to do to get through to you
guess your head is thicker than i thought
and once i'm there are you gonna care or conveniently look away
i don't think i want us to fall off and die that way
do you believe that i never see what you're doing to me?
i'll keep smiling till the door closes behind me
i know where i wanna go
but i just don't know
no i just don't know how to get there
i know where i wanna go
but i just don't know
no i just don't know how to get there
lost again, somebody tell me how to get there
if i hit another detour i'm afraid that i won't care
who'd have thought that i'd have bought the expectations
that gold road probably just leads straight to hell
and once i'm there are you gonna care or conveniently look away
i don't think i want us to fall off and die that way
do you believe that i never see what you're doing to me?
i'll keep smiling till the door closes behind me
i know where i wanna go
but i just don't know
no i just don't know how to get there
i know where i wanna go
but i just don't know
no i just don't know how to get there
do you, do you, do you...
tell me if you do!
Mr. Blue
You've had all the breaks
Learning from your mom's mistakes
Eating off your daddy's plate
Spending all your wasted taste
You can't see past your gate
Once I saw you dip your toe
Past the line at the end of the road
But frightened you came running home
You've had all the luck
They fought it out for you
Without them you'd be stuck
They held your hand to walk through
Don't forget you're bored
And that's your only problem
Times for you ain't tough
Try showing them some gratitude
Oh quit your whining
It's so boring
Play the victim and
Keep me yawning
How do you expect me to believe the scene that you're describing
Hey there Mr Blue
I'm hurting just by listening to what you've been through
Poor baby, or what did they do to you
Whoa poor old Mr. Blue
Inside your white fence
The glass house you've created
Things are getting tense
Don't feel appreciated
Glance out of your window
It looks like sun to me
But you just count the clouds
Sigh and beg for sympathy
Oh quit your whining
It's so boring
Play the victim and
Keep me yawning
How do you expect me to believe the scene that you're describing
Hey there Mr Blue
I'm hurting just by listening to what you've been through
Poor baby, oh what did they do to you
Whoa poor old Mr Blue
You could sit there forever
Blaming others but never
Allowing things to get better
you keep trying
Maybe I should just give up
Oh quit your whining
It's so boring
Play the victim and
Keep me yawning
How do you expect me to believe you
Hey there Mr Blue
I'm hurting just by listening to what you've been through
Poor baby, oh what did they do to you
Whoa poor old Mr Blue
Monday, September 8, 2008
obituary
in my excitement of obituary coming to philly in less than a month. i wanted to post 2 songs from back from the dead. i know chris, dan, richie and damien remember this show as the time i bitched out from talking to a cute girl they tried to set me up with. what i keep trying to tell them is that she blew me off when i went over there. i guess i'll still be called the"BITCH" forever. haha enjoy...
Threatening Skies
You've found once, live wise.
The taste to come, we'll go.
Lost right taking the face, the coming show.
Threatening skies.
Threatening skies.
I will fear rising forms more slow.
Live the spell, takes the coming spell forth.
Ravishing you all.
Ravishing you all.
Ravishing you all.
Threatening skies.
Threatening skies.
You've found once, live wise.
The taste to come, we'll go.
Lost right taking the face, the coming show.
Threatening skies.
Threatening skies.
Threatening skies.
by the light
Destiny, feel disgrace.
I'm the one that's fallen.
I'm the one in pain.
I'm the one that's going.
Forces decay in pain, by the light.
The suffer is cold.
There's colors
Searing his face.
Drifting through the sorrow.
The visions yet display.
It strips the soul completely empty.
Sirens rage in vain.
Drifting through the sadness.
Violence fills the sky.
Torturing, the voice rang out.
My servants they are blind, by the light.
Suffer is cold.
There's colors
Searing his face.
By the light.
By the light.
By the light.
Threatening Skies
You've found once, live wise.
The taste to come, we'll go.
Lost right taking the face, the coming show.
Threatening skies.
Threatening skies.
I will fear rising forms more slow.
Live the spell, takes the coming spell forth.
Ravishing you all.
Ravishing you all.
Ravishing you all.
Threatening skies.
Threatening skies.
You've found once, live wise.
The taste to come, we'll go.
Lost right taking the face, the coming show.
Threatening skies.
Threatening skies.
Threatening skies.
by the light
Destiny, feel disgrace.
I'm the one that's fallen.
I'm the one in pain.
I'm the one that's going.
Forces decay in pain, by the light.
The suffer is cold.
There's colors
Searing his face.
Drifting through the sorrow.
The visions yet display.
It strips the soul completely empty.
Sirens rage in vain.
Drifting through the sadness.
Violence fills the sky.
Torturing, the voice rang out.
My servants they are blind, by the light.
Suffer is cold.
There's colors
Searing his face.
By the light.
By the light.
By the light.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
tim barry
it's been sometime since i've posted anything. sorry for this. i'm going to start back up with some powerful and moving music. i've been listening to a lot of tim barry's solo stuff. just simply amazing. these are 3 of my favorite songs. church of level track is amazing
Church of Level Track
I was drunk as hell with a friend way back down by Scotts Addition off a mainline track
He said what was on his mind like Id never heard it
Then in come this train called the 170
I heard it air up then felt it pull
They say that rain on the face cuts when you deserve it
And I sat and I thought
All that aint right is over for at least tonight and if I die trying now
I wont die wondering how life couldve turned out
Well that train hauled ass and made good time
Down past Rocky Mount on that old Seaboard Line
My friend just slept and I sat there silent
I had some whisky and some smokes and time to think it all out
It made sense this whole heading south
Sometimes its best to slow your pace when you cant control it
And I sat and I thought
All that aint right is over for at least tonight and if I die trying now
I wont die wondering how life couldve turned out
Down in Jacksonville that train broke up
My legs where stiff I thought Id walk it off
My friend faced west and mentioned Pensacola
I did the truck stop deal and prayed on four wheels
Sat on my bag, heard a J-break scream
I saw my face in a window and I thought I know him
And I sat and I thought
Although it aint right Im not heading home tonight
And if I die thinking here I wont die wondering
How life couldve turned out
Avoiding Catatonic Surrender
it's lonely in the Garden State, the place of no left turns
in a Motel 6 in East Brunswick smoking 'till my lungs burn
i put ice in the trash can to cool down my beer
breathe in the perfume in the room of the person last here
i can't stand this singing, i can't stand this song
i can't stand being home, lord i can't stand being gone
my ears ring when it's quiet and i ain't heard a thing all day
and I'd call if I could but right now i ain't got nothing to say
and so on, and so long
i can't keep singing these songs for too long, and so on
the first night we met we fucked on the couch in my living room
and spent the morning pretending it didn't happen searching for your lost phone
which i found between the cushions, below a pile of our clothes, you said you couldn't leave with out it, I should have kept my eyes closed
i left for work directly then for a 15 hour day made just over a hundred bucks none of which I ever saved
didn't hear too much from you before and never heard from you again
cause as soon as this shit starts boy it's bound to end
and so on, and so long
i can't keep singing these songs for too long, and so on
i throw empty beer cans at the tv when I'm watching the news
i hate republicans I hate democrats I hate liberals too
I think pacifists are weak and violence is wrong but I go limp for police and i fight when it's called for
the truth is i don't know or care with who or where I fit in at all
but I keep on living simple RIDING FAST AND LIVING SLOW
i write standard boring songs with boring standard chords just like the best and the worst - verse-chorus-verse-chorus-bridge-repeat and so on...
Exit Wounds
Church of Level Track
I was drunk as hell with a friend way back down by Scotts Addition off a mainline track
He said what was on his mind like Id never heard it
Then in come this train called the 170
I heard it air up then felt it pull
They say that rain on the face cuts when you deserve it
And I sat and I thought
All that aint right is over for at least tonight and if I die trying now
I wont die wondering how life couldve turned out
Well that train hauled ass and made good time
Down past Rocky Mount on that old Seaboard Line
My friend just slept and I sat there silent
I had some whisky and some smokes and time to think it all out
It made sense this whole heading south
Sometimes its best to slow your pace when you cant control it
And I sat and I thought
All that aint right is over for at least tonight and if I die trying now
I wont die wondering how life couldve turned out
Down in Jacksonville that train broke up
My legs where stiff I thought Id walk it off
My friend faced west and mentioned Pensacola
I did the truck stop deal and prayed on four wheels
Sat on my bag, heard a J-break scream
I saw my face in a window and I thought I know him
And I sat and I thought
Although it aint right Im not heading home tonight
And if I die thinking here I wont die wondering
How life couldve turned out
Avoiding Catatonic Surrender
it's lonely in the Garden State, the place of no left turns
in a Motel 6 in East Brunswick smoking 'till my lungs burn
i put ice in the trash can to cool down my beer
breathe in the perfume in the room of the person last here
i can't stand this singing, i can't stand this song
i can't stand being home, lord i can't stand being gone
my ears ring when it's quiet and i ain't heard a thing all day
and I'd call if I could but right now i ain't got nothing to say
and so on, and so long
i can't keep singing these songs for too long, and so on
the first night we met we fucked on the couch in my living room
and spent the morning pretending it didn't happen searching for your lost phone
which i found between the cushions, below a pile of our clothes, you said you couldn't leave with out it, I should have kept my eyes closed
i left for work directly then for a 15 hour day made just over a hundred bucks none of which I ever saved
didn't hear too much from you before and never heard from you again
cause as soon as this shit starts boy it's bound to end
and so on, and so long
i can't keep singing these songs for too long, and so on
i throw empty beer cans at the tv when I'm watching the news
i hate republicans I hate democrats I hate liberals too
I think pacifists are weak and violence is wrong but I go limp for police and i fight when it's called for
the truth is i don't know or care with who or where I fit in at all
but I keep on living simple RIDING FAST AND LIVING SLOW
i write standard boring songs with boring standard chords just like the best and the worst - verse-chorus-verse-chorus-bridge-repeat and so on...
Exit Wounds
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