as both prisoner and cage

been working on booking some shows for my band and it looks like it might start bearing some fruit which as we all know, fruit is a good thing. we're playing this saturday and i have a couple of dates for us in december as well as possibly something already lined up for next year. so yay. spent last night hanging out with vaudeville in long beach along with bill.

heres some old stuff

HELL?
Los Angeles has been burning for days
The smoke and ash have choked our lungs
And covered our sky.
You can smell the ruin of lives wafting over head
Spread by the winds.
The city continues on in its fashion.
The freeways remain clogged
The madness mingles with the mundane ness of it all.
Perhaps after all this time
Los Angeles is finally becoming the hell
That everyone else always thinks its been.
10/27/07



Phone calls from nowhere
Dark night or bright and sunny day
It doesn’t matter what or when
But you will hear my voice again
When im trying to piece
My past and present to make sense
Of all the things that don’t
And the people who have come and gone from it.
Time is the distance between us
And its growing wider and wider.
Pretty soon even this voice might disappear
10/6/07


Becoming the
There has never been such a thing as
The good old days.
It is just wistful thinking by those who cannot remember.
The present always longs for the past.
For a supposed youth and innocence that has always been lost.
But you cannot lose what was never there.
So we live on in the present in moments that others
Will look back and say
Remember the Good Old Days?
Then being a senile old man I will happily respond
Of course I do.
Of course I do.
10/6/07



being the prisoner and the cage


R