Sunday, March 6, 2016

Med Blu and Madlib - Bad Neighbor

The water runs hot
and rhymes run out the faucet
smooth around the drain

Flip my beat, bounce back
singing to you, harmonies
get down. Dance with me

Madlib drunk on funk
no way to stop the music
moving to it too

Funkanaut soundtrack
we play it in our spaceship
flyin' high on beats

That guy never stops
needles and wax and comrades
guest starring the great ...

Bumpin down beat street
it's cold out, I feel the heat
bass face, flexin' mean

Unravel and clack
slip forward to roll it back
drip sweet little creep

Fluctuating flow
a boisterous bedlam of beats
spin thy bad neighbor

No stone left unturned
seven quarts Dom Perignon
get out of jail free

Bombastic beats bounce
solid samples, some sick licks
keep diggin them crates

Rackin full on black
reclaim the fence twine bundle
fuzz buzz Sunday pope

æsahættr - æsahættr

Distortion mountain
stay warm against the bone chill
a mid winter trek

To your season's end
where wild beast dream in shadow...
the only white, teeth

Tyranny endured
their strength gained thru suffering
plight of the just

What goes on inside
a butterfly's head is not
all what you may think

Broken leather strap
pulls tight upon demon's neck
release, sweet sorrow

Saturday, November 21, 2015

Ramma Lamma - Ice Cream

So you peed your pants
but still whistle at the girl
flip two birds, OH YEAH!

Guitar licks, hair licks
face licks, ear licks, eyeball licks
Bull-licks, ice cream licks

Drive in Root beer punks
Alligator cheeseburger
barf in the morning

Take the reins, meatball
upside down, you drink that Schlitz
spinning gate of grease

Killer Miller time
wild things lurk in corners
chaffed skin and sunburn

Come on babe, lets walk
'cause mty motorcycles' broke
and I'm drunk as fuck!

I'm just passin' through
with Fritz the cat and a half...
bottle os booze

Broken rental drones
bumper boats in a dry pool
yellow concrete swirl

Ice cold punk machine
burning Summertime anthem
blazing blue denim

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Larkin Poe -Self Titled

Sun sets on Monday
Harmony carries us through
Bullet bar reverb

Rock and Roll and steel
Spark, embers, burn from vintage
Original slide

Radio cliche
Hum a prayer for Adele
A wholesome Church chant

Hand over hand weave
Golden tracks braided with care
All the ends tucked in

Bones and blood and guts
All polished, buffed to high sheen
I want the real you 

Saturday, June 20, 2015

Bobby Bare Jr. - Undefeated

Horn, string, crash, refrain
Confessions have now become 
So complicated

A little Honky Tonk
Burried in the mud of days
Lost to the 'morrow

Horms from the Jazz band
Post industrial rhythm
Sing a catchy tune

Brother at my side
A bright flash in
The night sky

All day by the lake
Drawing boats with your finger
As you float on shore

Wet grass on my back
The sky lit up with a flash
A heavenly nod

Dreamy sad by drone
I hear you buddy, I hear you
I am listening

Sunday, June 14, 2015

Crow44 - Self Titled

A rhythmic anvil
starting the conversations
of how we started

The future report
From inside the jello mold
What will this become

Hijinx in a mall
Synthetic casio trip
Zelda no legend

Was someone kidnapped?
Is everyone okay here?
Electronic haze

The party's last hour
Someone drooling on the couch
Clean up tomorrow

Without a  nightmare
The sleep I have is docile
But never too sweet

A soft light cascades
Across her face as she peaks
Through a sheer curtain 

A French movie scene
in an outer space bass ship
Floating in glitter 

Saun and Starr - Look Closer

Keep pointing hot shot
Funkin it up on side two
baby, look closer

An expensive car
Horns a chorus of silver
Step right then step left

All of my friends are here
Voice carrying the whole night
Steady as a beat

Evening nothing wrong
Bass progresses by itself
"Nothing gold can stay"

Naughty but so fine
Octave range off the chain
Backup dancers' moves

So now you got time?
Call me for a drink, some wine
It's quarter to nine

I like the brass parts
a lot, thank you for the swoon
Rhythmic pocket, too

Iced tea and lemon
The sky from a swinging chair
Hummingbird horn line

Nothing flows like this
Into voice in wave to ear
Like a bloodied soul

Steamy summer club
Sequins glisten in the dark
Moving like a snake

Caddy spokes glimmer
in midnight moon honey air 
Swaying towards the dawn

Float above water
Grant Rapids cocaine dealers
I'm a bad dancer

One, two, three, four-and
Brass, bass, voices full of soul
Shaky tambourine

Hollow Boys - Believe in Nothing

Where glass meets concrete
We walk above; then you drop
Me into the street

Ice rivers in my veins
Low slow bass smash arteries free
Someday, someday soon

Killing moons shadow
The bell tolls, it's 2 am
Hold me clementine 

A natural wave
And a man-made wave collide
Tense, yet fluid swells

Before the cafe
On a fire escape rung
When noon strikes dull gray

Let's slip away, doll
Beneath two Januaries 
Free from British law

Something from nothing
Untimely pop melodies
We are the hollow 

Terror Amor - Beibi

Put an arm around
You're a sweet friend, and wiggle
Be there tomorrow

Slice into your rage
And cut out the dark spaces
What's left is your joy

Dirty waves, sweat ring
Bounce off the rope and collide
With white catharsis

VHS tape of
Ravi Shankar blowing lines
Backstage at CB's

Without seven wings
I believe in three cold birds-
Where every worm sings

I'll send my mesh kiss 
Through the screen door at last light
You'll keep beating drum

I wish I paid more
Attention in Spanish class
It's no big deal though

Hot ears burning red
Bran freeze melting and soaking
Drip popsicle, drip

A net of fuzz, buzz
Raucous wild times start anew

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

Nite Class - Love Scenes

Suzuki sidekick
totally passed inspection
UN SNAP the top down

R+B's mistress
lets loose lovers lips, entwined
in limps and heartbeats

I'm in the mall, no,
I'm on a thirty foot yacht.
No, I'm on cocaine

Here,it's all lasers
scratched glass vitrines of desire
flaking enamel

If irony reigns,
the kingdom dances to synth
jam on your keytar

Dance and groove baby
up and down that Casio
in pink stripe knee highs

Not too fast, move slow
electric city lovers
blue eye shadow kiss

Crisp and malicious
like screwdrivers made of fuck
please be wet with me

Yamaha chillin
strange Prince vibes enter the night
thus, dance class begins

Adidas clad foot
heartbeats fluorescent gold
delicate tin synth

The blue then the pink
flash through smoke across your cheek
don't pull out your phone

Find a fish to feel
hold it steady and soft
freeze frame the credits

Hot dog to hamburger
is timeless flavor good thing?
Does bear shit in woods?

Dancing in spandex
magic mountain, spinning top
synth the night away

Row call Tina T?
Questions Prince the instructor
how do I enroll?

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Dan Melchior Und das Menace - HUNGER

Constant interest
in the associative
powers of mind time

Feet shuffled over
carpet / fingers reach balloons
you know what happens

Roll and roll down hills
always clipping fingernails
do dance with the dog

Saliva splatters
cause I'm hungry so hungry
bloody gums run red

Shot from belt scissors
before and after the cloth
with marmalade tongue 

Dirt on my visor
I wipe blood from my scabbed knee
knowing that I've lived!

We know to bear it
and drink the pink lemonade
and taste the honey

Harry Potter hears
the 1812 overture
but not on itunes

At the end they are
all happy with grey and smiles
so it must be good

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Swale - Direct Inbreds

Cold air coming fast
getting ready with the beat
mellow mood warms night.
Backwards carousel
lights flashing — red, white, blue, green
lost in the fun house.
The wind passes by
the breeze sits on a crooked tree
air, stilled by the moon.
Surrender belief
abandon a kill to it
a new tribe dancer.
A pleasant wavelength,
an inappropriate glance,
to remember well.
Voices in hallways
find machines to echo in
with blip balls that bounce.
Any more ambient
and I'd ask Apartment 2
to please turn it down.
Ethereal noise
my guts feel pleasantly calm
bones shiver and shake.
Fuzzy fuzzy crunch
crunchy crunchy velvety
I want to pet you.
I'm under water
could this be what drugs sound like?
from within a womb?
Swinging, open door
beyond some velvet morning
towards liturgies.
Brown leather jacket
the feel of autumn and sex
keys not left behind.
Your thoughts were still on
ubiquitous avouchment
but still rendering.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Brody Dalle - Diploid Love

Amounted haven
allows slippery neglect
open for dinner

You are dressed in dreams
snakes writhing in my rib cage
red lips dipped in blonde

Voice thick and caustic
bring us to your underworld
harness my fuck you

Pump your red iron -
grind finite portions of flesh,
make the magnet weak

Fresh cake or lemon
between afternoon and night
a voice in dry death

Four plus four plus four
I'm glad about the banging
sure I'm sure, sure sure

What happens when you
throw up in the street in a
small place like this is

A smack on the cheek
Leopard carpet room flushed red
platinum vision

Your voice is so nice
bursting vaginal ladies
let me in your lemon

Emphatic out pour
red flash, bold zap, full of re-
verb, signifying nothing

Commence boom, boom, tap
wishy - waz ways I wass
bang,band, tap : finish

Laugh it up, chuckles-
enjoy the byline while it
lasts. You'll get no cash

Lushy slushy songs, no clapping
school work left no time for napping
haiku sometimes rhyme, like rapping

Running late to club
punk rock beats greet my entrance
relaxing B side

Melody dream on
dreams drone on into nightmares
nightmare melodies

Guitars, bass, and drums -
mom and dad don't understand,
teenage angst is so ....

With fists to the air
lean your back against strangers
it's time to let go

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Sylvan Esso - Sylvan Esso

Partisan Records/
Knitting Factory Records

 air above
sound sound I can listen
and that's all I want

All transitory
the whole atmosphere in flux
windshield waking dream

Pitch dark blinding night
so quiet after a storm
walking without sight

Tiny big voices
it's a gentle dance party
dreamy open space

If Portishead and
Esthero and maybe Cat
Power had a child

Monday, July 21, 2014

Margot and the Nuclear So and So's - Buzzard

Sounding like summer
Sounding like summers gone by
Night air and good friends

Vocals lead the tune
Daylilies and Rhubarb leaf
Guitars and Rhythm

Dreamy summer day
Too bad everyone will die
I'd just like to stay.

Paul Simon's dark twin
Turning up the morphine drip
It's not cynical.

That beat driving on
Punk rock with adult problems
Acid business trip.

Flask and bandanna
Photo albums of the west
an armchair thinker

We're just having fun
Sunset... late summer weather
Not a worry here

Dengue Fever - Venus on Earth

Lost in Los Angels,
"Charlie don't surf", melody -
Khmer rock, baby!

Hold open the door
his necklace you out
your family sleeps

See the road, broken
towards the the pool halls promise
coins and empty sex

Salt and vinegar
cambodian sultriness
swaying in hotels

Maybe we're all hipsters
or we're zombie mannequins
either way, we're friends

All over the map
party girl parker posey
missing my lover

Silk the throat ascend
sauntering palm leaf flutter
shim sham the crooner

Ticking projector
flashes colors on the wall
A vintage palette

Liquor over ice
glass sweating silver all day
sunset sinking haze

Hotel bar blackout
what was the last true thing you said?
say you've forgotten

Thin voice, singing reed
Dusty smell of sunbleached drapes
elbows wear down sill

Whirly nancy crash
add it to your lexicon
summon moving light

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Candy Claws - Ceres & Calypso in The Deep Time

Haze of distortion
words lost in a cluttered ear
still I strain to hear

Pinwheel horns crashing
advancing sound miasma
take no prisoners

Well deep and wishing
fall in dreamland entangled
as Alice felt once

Summer's first sun burn
will make the skin hot to touch
yet heats most the mind

Snow on the T.V.
conversations I can't hear
Extinct dinosaurs

Buried underground
twelve polyphonic fossils
dig the Demeter

for 65 million years
I've listened to you

For this frightened waltz
I offer ancient lyrics
from dinosaur bones

Oh mountain - SHARP! GERSH!
BELT - UNG <pop-wah....>

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Poppy Ackroyd - Escapement

    Denovali Records

    A beam of sunlight
    Through a pool of cool water
    Emerge and renew

    A dark quiet room
    Echoes of a concert hall
    Ivory Violin

    please kill me to this,
    and with swift strikes remind me
    the beauty of life

    A mile of metal
    extraordinarily made
    just to resonate

    From my memory;
    Pieces to resemble a whole.
    Nearer to complete.

    Saw your mom today,
    She likes the way I move it
    your dad is jealous

    Tap, Tap clickaty
    Clack! Wonderous Melody
    Heart thump thumping way

    I'm under water,
    But without needing a breath
    Magnificent Calm

    A false bottom hope
    Brings me back to a dark dream
    Yet hope I must chase

    There are pianos
    (love may very well all be lost)
    And there are cellos

    I am listening
    to her writing down her dream
    Flip the record now.

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Preteen Zenith - Rubble guts and BB eye

Good Record Recordings

My only weapon-
a tongue that turns in water
somersault through time

Really far out man,
you on some kind of spaceship?
or is it just drugs?

Play the recorder,
not just manipulation.
You lie to yourself

Perfect new goosebumps
tuck me under more layers
fuzzy warm and pleased

A spook in the air
the landscape looks so bizarre
lullaby playground

The infinite loop
a melodic symphony
nightmares turn to smiles

At the crest... true peace
and then a rapid decent
Crash! And you are whole

Thursday, April 10, 2014

A Giant Dog - Fight

Tic Tac Totally Records

    Red neon light burns
    ooh, motorcycle summer
    so sweaty, so right

    Your songs are so good
    I believe I knew before
    the tambourine shook

    Soon, winter will die
    If we light up a stage, will
    you play in Vermont?

    sound like this melts ice.
    Sweat on my breast through spandex
    Cool 85 degrees

    wonderful spring time
    you convinced me its coming...
    in the dead of march

Monday, March 17, 2014

The Front Bottoms - Talon of the Hawk

Bar None Records 

Like the time you read
tearfully and honesty
was quickly suspect

Jamming on eighth notes
remembering early days
beer in the basement

skate park benches at the shore
40 from the city

What do you get when
you cross a front porch with a 
scared bunny and sluts?

You seem to like knives
modern talons for humans
bottom of something

There is surely noise
in my brain I reject you
my soul does also

Knife in my rib cage
washed up on a topless beach
salt stings, they smile

Is this that band that
wrote that first MTV song?
Dead radio stars

A balloon voyage
it's a mercurial route
through time, come to now 

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Cult of Youth - Cult of Youth

Sacred Bones Records

Tribal pirates chant
at pagan Gods in hopes that
fire doesn't come again

Rhythms in the dark
lead me deeper underground
to witness worms dance

Fiddle. Flute. Lazers.
in the apartment upstairs
folk singer next door

He is ground to dust
repenting under the moon
drums meet broken arms

An opera set
that has nothing to do with
Rusted Root at all

Sacred Bones is a
perfect name for a label
that has a purpose

Horen, wissen sie
es meine Bruder straBe
wir singen, tanzen
(listen, you know
it was my brothers street
we sing, dance)

Downtown right on first
board that rusty time machine
cherry blossom curl

Another pint please
make a river of it all
to become pirates

draw all of your swords
draw all the blood from this life
make an effigy

Friday, January 31, 2014

Sallie Ford and the Sound Outside - Untamed Beast

    oooOOh! ouH! ouH! ouH! ouH!
    dramas like this for decades
    ooouh! woouH! woouH! woooH! ouH!
    (softer now)

    It makes sense to me
    first time I heard about you
    I was at the bar

    It's the sound of sand
    crossed clang and stomping sex beat
    Yum, but what is it?

    unruly I weep
    crooning hopping wild flight
    madly smashing life

    Vintage soul on mic
    Pack of smokes rolled in my sleeve
    Surfing on reverb

    the ice-cream will melt.
    onto my breast as I stand
    sweet sway, hip thrust dance.

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Kelley Stoltz - Double Exposure


    Third Man Records

    Melody and beat
    sway and tap and bop along
    stepping at a pace.

    A combination?
    True West Coast optimism
    Dabbles with dark pop

    Vinyl Records play
    New Sounds to good friends
    In a closed shop

    Shuffling rhythms
    arch over murmuring talk
    pause, then another

     Laid back disco ball
    Spin around the room, reflect
    Dancing in my chair

    Unwind or Windup
    Groove open as a seashell
    Pressed lightly to ear

    Heart light head bobbing
    Record grooves carries sunshine
    Sand in the speakers

    That voice shakes and shrinks
    Sink a rubber band sundial
    It's violet drop

    Your high pelican
    Swelling to swollen pitches
    Fix the hiss inside

    I won't assail this
    pleasantries can be construct
    or just pretty nice

    Post modern art hangs
    How sullen shadow; go left
    sea glass is still sand

    A calculator
    calculate it in decent
    and live in BOOBHELL "80084377"

    Forever Screen Stare
    static consuming the day
    Livingroom sun gone

    Summer time hand claps
    harmonies for our cold hearts
    let's go to the beach

    Kimchee taco man
    you can visit me whenevs
    Kelley fucking stoltz

    I bet your drummer
    Wishes they had curly hair
    to tickle the skin

Destroy this Place - Destroy this Place

Bellyache Records

Michigan Garage
Riffing guitars, smashing drums
cruising the highway

Took out your nose ring
and yet the tang of metal
haunts each hammered chord

Once the needle drops
the groove can be relentless
keep your blurred past close

I wore my earmuffs
to the loudest rock concert
Fuzz fuzz muffle crunch

Fighters of foo foo
remember their forefathers
and honor their sounds

Lose your pretension
old friends getting their Grohl on
with fun power PoP!

Monday, November 25, 2013

Hot Lunch - Hot Lunch

Tee Pee Records

Long hair, dirty shoes
Always sit alone in the

With effervescence,
a rock turns into water
inside SellOphane

Di I hear truth here?
A cry with out conviction?
Mom didn't pick this

Motherfuck your meat
Absolute sister of grind
Hey! Meatball psycho

Distorted Bass tones
Progressive stoner release
Listen with headphones

Dirty Bar lunch hall
I'm there with my lunch lady
I'll have the noodles
(Alternate ending:
Buffet style for me)

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Tera Melos - X'ed Out

Sargent House Records

Sonic Petting Zoo
sounds repeat through caged parrots
some creatures unknown

the hidden power?
partial star eclipse honed sharp
finger prick daydream

flashback to the past
stoned in my teenage bedroom
future leaves a doubt

when the median
rises above the moonlight
oceans bottom kiss

it's towards the sky
but lumbers in dim-lit bars
who will last the night?

our sex was contained
fifteen heat in New York City
bipolar I swallowed

a steel balloon floats
unfamiliar buoyancy
but it will maintain

upon inspection,
within every curve ball
one can't find the love

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Father Yod and the Source Family - Thought Adjusters

We are all winners
brothers and sisters of God
it's a rebirth purge

Pentatonic beans
hash smoke fog over the bay
bloodshot eyes of God

Forgetting ourselves
why are we still wearing clothes?
my name is now "wind"

All the light is us
we are light, as morning's birth
all the light is us

Through the prism now
we are one, not divided
fear shall dissipate

The apples center
holds the universal chi
sorry Yod, not you

A new religion,
similar to mayonnaise,
how do I join?

How many Jesi
how many universes
apples are the world

False ending false hope
we are strong in our beliefs
whatever they are

Boaz? Who are you
are they special or only you?
the father. The sons
One Yod

I have to confess
I'm carrying your baby
the moon stars and son

simplistic good intentions
perhaps, same old shit

Calloused vocal chords
scraping universal dust
but no, not really

Flute lusts for woodblock
woodblock ravishes guitar
bass, drum, and voice weep

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Heloise and the Savoir Faire - Diamond Dust

This Romance makes me
knock down all candles and dance
around the fire

Beats need to hold weight
the synths cannot hold themselves
tightly to the right

Wasabi glitter
a fabulous flash of heat
senses lit ablaze

The bubbles go pop!
Floating inside an assumed
Vampire rhythm

A void has been cleared
the new vogue is in our hearts
thumping magenta

My pelvis is hot
pressed in the interior
you're inside with me

Your candy voice licks
my dull heart surfaces through
and I dive in it

Sparkling happy
a fluttering firefly
Boom Boom Heloise

Pink pixel raindrops
tongue on the midi keyboard
dystopia dance

Glow demon shimmies
angelic vixen struts
wing open thigh wide

Tokyo. Munich
Paris,New York, L.A., Rome
Berlin, London, here

You will command us
under the influence of
$20 drinks

We still hear these songs
several years later when
we wear silver suits

Sounds a lot like what
I used to listen to in
the nineteen eighties..

Minus the Macbook,
plus some literary nods,
minus autotune

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Elmo Williams and Hezekiah Early - American Made

Big Legal Mess Records 

It's a dive in here
and the sun will be up soon
lets hop that next train

roll the drums on through
make it whats made history
smoke them tunes for good

one two three four one
announce proclaim major chuff
two three four one two 

fives and sevens tough
for bone pleasing four four time
I'll tap out each beat

march march heel stomp march
make yourself a regular 
moving drum hand kiss

harmonica crows
down upon the rolling train
a storm approaches 

hot summer "fuck you"
volume, we turn up like fleas
and your momma too

I'mma get on it
push a pig through prison bars
sweaty like beer can 

Its a swamp party
humid night, beer bottles sweat
three girls on your mind 

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Cemeteries - The Wilderness

Slow motion dreaming
From the bedroom to the depths
Underwater sight

Asleep on the shore
The waves sing me lullabies
Nature's brilliant dream

If we never throw
off the mantle of snow, will
your voice still echo?

A million- mile stare
A memory of driving
Snow cold as it melts

I love the organ,
It's a cold weather album,
easy hip-no-teek

Floating on my back
Ocean is drifting away
The moon rides the tide

November twilight
Soft bones turn and crumble slow
Cold ear on the ground

Following others
Path is like entering a
dark room without light

The first have sparkled
Underneath higher plucking vows
Scratched clean from old hope

Fabrication poems
Programs movement
Jangle of love songs
Remembrance things past
Gateway, Cemetery

Dark side of whose moon?
seems to be a calling out loud
Loop the blue eyes, boy

Chat instant muted
Drowned by the white ascension
of your sounds of trees

Comfort in letting
the periphery blur by
knowing heart is true

Instruments weaved up
tight like an orange blanket
napping through winter

Thursday, August 1, 2013

The Resonars - That Evil Drone

Yell through dryer lint
Shake hard a can full of bells
Thumping heart break free

Shimmering guitars
Play themes from bygone sitcoms
Could have fooled me

Bright sounds of Britain
The Invasion come again
By way of Cali.

Telecaster waves
surfing my inspirations
pulling my heartstrings

Melodic tin crash
Can you really feel so good?
Old wave still crashing.

Polished new penny
the twinge already minted
still bright in my teeth.

Twisted Ringo smile
Have another smoke then we'll
dance through Caldor's

Inquisitive wave
riding a Davies tidal
straight out the garage

New aqua toaster
90 dollar Sears 6 string
ready to jangle

Sunday, July 28, 2013

Roc Marciano - Reloaded

Roc Marciano

Brush fire beats blaze
Life intrigue like maze
In the haze don't fade

Their skrilla his skill
Snare drum hits like crackle POP
slow ride that don't stop

Sticky buds are packed
flick the lighter take a hit
dream rhyme all the time

A foggy back beat
A microphone stands alone
In a smoke filled room

Thunder and blue sky
Collision happens I'm here
cool. sexy Wednesday

I've been here since six
and I'm too far out the door
I've just got to go

All night production
Beats sweet as cantaloupe
and dark as my dreams

Two seconds of light
the difference between pure
cocaine and false hope

Two seconds of sound
is the difference between 
gunshot and target

It's an easy ride 
Head on the pillow and light
Just one or plenty

Smooth like aged whiskey
Fresh like a dirty mouthed boy
Swimming in champagne

Hotdog Hamburger
Your voice is scratching my itch
beats soothe it all out

Words sliced into sound
Tracks melancholy, lucid
Thinking hard as life 

Foxygen - We are the 21st Century Ambassadors of Peace and Magic

Bare on the pavement
Vulnerable without care
It never gets old

It echoes in me
We clap hands inside my heart
but I can't reach it

Have a Summer play
Heat makes the voice hazy, warm
Glockenspiel sure, yes

These undertow beats
Glossed dark as rain-wet asphalt
Sweet stupor of youth

Sun glint aqua car
Chrome shiny as carelessness
Lead foot my birthright

Bend those strings sideways
If you start to fall over
Will yourself sober

Woke up on the beach
must have been here two days
but the landscape changed

Xylophone 60's
Raymond Carver smokes in that
old haunted arcade

Deep breath take in sound
see influence ghost holds you
I will hold you too

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Ramming Speed - Doomed to Destroy, Destined to Die

Band- Ramming Speed
Album- Doomed to Destroy, Destined to Die

On the hoarse back bones
The guitar strings masturbate
On low primal voice

Denim bikini
Punch kick bend thrash pool party
End on summer jams 

The toll of the bell
We raise clenched fists of fire
crack skulls for fun

The threshold's collapse
Guitar solo juggernaut
Paraplegic doom

Jaeger belch in heat
This basement stinks so fully
Life is death round here

College, yeah right mom
bankside fire, bar stage at night
World burns in bar chords

A surprise attack
Blood curdling instantly
Blasting furious

Attempt to clanch fist,
Release the screams of demons
Then ring your throat out 

You just say the word
and I swear I will do it 
Get me a gas can

Pine needle pistols
Smashing toilets at the zoo.
Sirens signal war.

Practicing knife tricks
Is a fuck-ups vocation.
Buck-up and drop out. 

Hot lithium melt
They cut out my jugular
and broke all my hopes

World wind of true pain
Need more fuel for the fury
Leave your kids at home

Skeletal fingers
Brutal, wincing animal 
Metalic darkness