The Future
Wasted in squares
Stacked on squares
Pushing buttons
Letters and numbers
Killing time ’till our fortune is told
Trying to hear the rattle
Before we feel the bite
There’s no use in knowing
When we can’t make it right
No winning the battle
When we’ve given up the fight
Our hope lies in what we are told
Fortunes of fortunes
Lovers and trists
Anything to make us forget about this
Prey
Eagles circle the sky
Over the peaks and pass
The world turns to stone
Trying to make this feeling last
Death waits on the surface
Life remains in the cracks
Our faces burn in the sun
The rocks are cold on our backs
Tracing circles with our eyes
Trying to make this feeling last
We could use your support!
We have launched a kickstarter to help us fund the pressing of our Gold Minor 7″ vinyl. You can find it here. There are many ways you can help and all of them are rewarded. Take a look at the project and contribute, share the link with friends/family, or offer honest critique in a comment on this post. Either way we love and appreciate you!
Want. Everything.
How do things begin to mean so much?
To the point when it’s taken away
We scream
We claim it hurts worse than a hurricane
As if we would rather be outside in the sideways rain
Than live without our plastic particle board shit
We want to be hunkered down in our sky rise
We don’t care what happens outside
Our borders
Our towns
Our windows
We don’t care about the consequence of destroying those acres upon acres
We are happy as long as we can continue to consume all that is sacred
Linear Thoughts
We are the meaningless
Ants in a line
Marching there and back
All glory to the queen
Until we are caught in the sun
Through the looking glass
Flushed out with water from the hose
Crushed under the weight
Of all that flesh and bone
Still we have no home
Ghosts following the line
Marching there and back
All glory to the queen
Gold Minor
My wife and I recently collaborated with our good friend Oscar Goldman on two tracks to be released as a 7″ vinyl. This is the first track that was taken from my poem Diggin’ Up Roots. The second song is taken from Plastic or Plastic and will be released with the vinyl in Early June. If you like it share it with friends/family. We are in the works of creating a kickstarter to fund the release so keep your eyes open for that as well. Thanks for reading/listening!
-JAW
Tunnel Vision
Everyone is in a hurry to reach the end
Who doesnt want to be first will be last
If you really want to break from the pack
Break free from the path
Before you become just another headstone to pass
We have all heard it said
It’s all been done before
What we want has been had
Where we are has been
There is nothing new under the sun
So lets look for some shade
Take a break from the race
We all finish last anyway
Natural Born Killer
I see that glimmer
I see that shine
You were born a killer
With slanted eyes
Your teeth are sharp
Your grin is long
You have murdered many
It’s neither right nor wrong
It’s natural
How it has always been
Predator and prey come full circle again
Burn Out
The gifted are cursed
People only want the talent
Not the hurt
People don’t care about the cost
Only what it’s worth
So we get high and touch the sun
The heat is not what burns
It’s the memories that come
Guilt and second guessing
It’s no wonder we die so young
Sift through the ashes
Hear the sounds of songs unsung
