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13
Jun
10

Hazel Tears

Hazel Tears

25
May
10

1,000

25
May
10

1,000 – lyrics

 

1000 times

1000 times

1000 times I’ve tried to find my way out of here

I’ve tried I cannot see why

1000 times I will not die

1000 cries I cannot care

I don’t know why

I don’t

I don’t

1000 times

1000 times

1000…

1000 times

that I’ve lived I’ve been I’ve died

I’ve been I’ve died

I’ve been

1000 time

when I tried

I played my life nightmare they come to life

they’re chasing me

getting me

1000 times

1000 times I’ve died but I come back

come back

come back

he comes back

1000 times

1000 times

1000 times I swear that I’d run

I’d run

I’d run

I’d run

I’d run

I’d run

now

1000

1000 times I’ve been myself I’ve tried so hard

I play it in my mind

I run away

I face the time

but my nightmares they

they come to life

they chase me

get me

judge me

take me

taste me

love me

hate me

be me

be me

1000 times

1000 times

1000 times

1000 times

1000…

running now

running out

running now

running out

running now

18
May
10

flip burgers? pay taxes? (seven)

The undead was inches from my face.  That’s when I thought about dying.  In that second, every unused riff and lyrics came to me at once.  I realized that if I died right there, so would all the music I still had to share with the world.  It was terrifying.  It was the first time in a long time that I felt like I could break down and cry.  There was no way Tiny, Jack, or Val would be able to go on with Living Lost… no way.  Right?  Then it occured to me maybe they could go on without me.  Could I be replaced?  Would it be that easy?  I can be like a leaf just blowing away in the wind… there one second, gone the next.  Now that’s dark thinking. 

        Then the real bad thought came to me… what would happen with the undead and the demons if I died?  Would they take over the world?  Or would they go away?  Were they just after me? 
        It was too much thinking for me at once.  There were a thousand voices, songs, lyrics, guitar licks, and drum beats going at once…. I closed my eyes and screamed.  I screamed a bad word.  For about a minute straight.  When I opened my eyes, the undead was gone.  The blinking light was gone.  Everything was gone.  I was all alone in the alley way.  It was just me, my guitar case, my notebook with lyrics, and my knives. 
        “Hey!” a voice yelled from behind me.
        I turned and there was a homeless man walking towards me.
        “What the fuck you doing?  This is my alley…”
        “Sorry,” I said to the man.  “I was just walking through.  From band practice.”
        “Band?  What band?”
        “Living Lost.”
        “What the fuck is that?  Band.  I played in a band.  Played the trumpet.  Then I got into a fight over a bitch and the fuckhead smashed my fingers one by one with a hammer.  Never played trumpet again.”
        “So that’s it?  You quit on life?”
        The homeless man walked past me.  He stunk like nothing I’ve ever smelled before.  He held up his hand.  All his fingers were crooked.  They were stumps, bones were out of place, even a nail was missing.
        “You do what you love,” the man said to me, “and when it’s gone, there’s nothing else.  Fuck that work shit.  What you gonna tell me?  Go flip burgers?  Why?  So I can pay taxes, go grocery shopping weekly, watch the news, become convinced I need a car and house to be happy?  Fuck you.”
        “Woah,” I said, “I never said that.”
        “Yea, well, get the fuck out of here.  And I meant it, fuck you.”
        I felt bad for the homeless man but I hurried and walked away.  I hoped that the undead or the demon didn’t return and take care of him.  That would be one smelly thing to kill.
        By the time I got home and settled, I was too tired to do anything.  I placed my guitarcase next to my bed and crashed, still wearing the same clothes.  I always stayed prepared.  I still had no idea how the undead worked nor the demons.  All I did know was that in the past week, the numbers kept growing… and my bandmates kept asking questions about what I did at night.      
13
May
10

the clean up (six)

So now comes the million-dollar question. . . what happens when the undead or a demon die? Yes, I know that may seem confusing – the undead becoming dead again. In reality, they are already dead so they technically don’t die again, but for the purpose of writing this story, let’s assume they are “dead” again. The undead, well, they just lie there. Right where they died. The demons however are a little more interesting because they don’t die very easily. They don’t like to die so they disappear. And even when they are dead they disappear which bears the idea of how do I know when a demon is actually dead? I know, so much shit to think about at once. Before I walked through the field that one day, I would finish band practice and go home and play guitar. I’d jot lyrics, try to fix Tiny’s drum beats and spruce up Jack’s bass lines. I’m not into super traditional bass lines… I like different. For example, in the song “Madness Heart”, instead of using a bass line, Jack placed church bells on the keyboard. But not any church bells but the actual notes of song so it sounds perfect. Standing there looking at the demon cut in half, I should have took more knives and chopped it up good. I still hadn’t figured out the true secret of killing a demon. There was a chance that if I did cut it up into pieces, those pieces would disappear and then become the demon again. Or maybe worse – each piece would grow into a demon. Now that’s a scary thought. The demon kept talking and howling. Its language changed however… something like speaking tongues. I didn’t understand a word except that out of nowhere there was a red light glowing. I couldn’t find the source of the light but it was intense. Just a giant glowing red light. It started to get brighter and hotter. I looked over at my guitar case and knew knives wouldn’t help if I was going to be melted to death. I just hoped I died before my guitar melted… that would be such a horrible sight to see. After a minute or so, the demon disappeared. I was somewhat relieved because that I meant I could go home. However, the red light didn’t go away. I guess I still had some work to do. I turned around and saw the undead moving. To me it was impossible. The creature had been hollowed out by the demon and used a puppet. Unless the demon was back. But that wasn’t likely – once they get hurt, they tend to stay away for a while. The movements of the undead were in sync with the blinking light. It was like watching something move against a strobe light. Real trippy. It hurt my eyes and head. I tried to get a knife but I couldn’t reach my guitar case. Each time I went for it, the blinking red light kept an illusion that the case was further away. One time I even stumbled because the light had thrown off my balance. But not the undead. That thing was moving with ease in the light. I didn’t think I was going to die right then and there because what twenty year thinks about death? I knew I wasn’t invincible but I wasn’t even old enough to legally drink, so why waste the life? Maybe I should have been recalling favorite memories or maybe I should have scribbled some last lyrics or music on paper because the undead charged at me. It charged with speed and force and each time the red light blinked, the undead was closer and closer.

29
Apr
10

Ugly Beautiful




Here ya go:

Meet the band:

Gage Sloane: lead singer / guitarist
Val: rhythm guitar / back up vocals
Jack R.I.P: bass / keyboards
"Tiny" Tim Mortusfire: drums

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