Cheers to the universe. We've been working on new jams and decided to share em' with all of you. These are just crap recordings we did on our 16 track, but you'll get the point anyways. If you dig it spread it around. Peace.
-LD

So, our show on November 25th at Musica in Akron............

here is the list of songs (in no particular order) that we feel like playing...for you.


the monster, it wont last, blackout, spiders, pretend youre alive,rocknroll, the narcoleptic, skeleton jill, blood like, borrowed legs, ghost by your side, doomsday and the echo, down towards the healing, radiology.


any changes...suggestions....requests you'd like to change, suggest, or request?

lovedrug is the new burger king.


we love you all so very much. much. much much.


-LD

Everybody is sick these days. Coming down with some sort of illness. Losing weight rapidly and finding God in small evangelical churches nationwide in the slums of some backwards broken needle heroin addiction style home life. It's a lovely smile that she had I say. I miss her. 
 
                     Walking several miles home from work through the rain only to walk through the door and discover your favorite stuffed animal being brutally sodimized by a raging stranger seeking solace from the cold. How did he get in here I wonder? When confronted he attemps to explain himself but the words come out all sticky and sound like a foreign tongue spoken backwards through a mouth full of cheese. No matter. He can stay. The company might be nice for a change. But no more of that infernal cotton raping I say! It's just not suitable in this national crisis environment! Not even dogs dare make a move like that in this financial dulldrum of a time!
                The roof has a small hole in it where the fall leaves sometimes slip through and land on my bed. I gave up trying to fix it when I was eating cereal through a straw back in 72'.  
                     
                    My house is a skull; a death zone. My family is not a real family. They are simply paper hearts, designed by a trixter residing somewhere above in the lovely; they don't really love me, they only pretend to just long enough untill my eyes go comfortably heavy and then they slit my throat.

.....Michael was recording this new song the other day when a train went by and ruined his vocal take. It was unfortunate. However, I laughed at him and poked fun for a while untill he got angry and spit on the floor. He tripped and spilled his whiskey and tea all over the place and then proceeded to smoke cigarettes for the rest of the night while sitting on the railroad tracks behind our rehearsal space. The song turned out to be a magical regardless and has made our list of keepers for the next record.....

I can't seem to remember where I threw up last night, but I'm sure it was embarrassing. I'm fairly certain however that it was the insouciant mixing of vodka, beer, whiskey, wine(white and red), some bourbon shots and the solian that now seems to be ruining my life. If they say brilliance comes from degradation, then I should be the smartest fucking man on the planet. But of course they don't say that.. so I'm not then. 
     ...spoken with the aplomb of a real madman. 

Hope you guys are ready for the next record.. cause I know I am..

Sincerely,
     Jesus Christ retired

mezmorized by a small white glow in the corner of your room I notice also the way the curtains seem to be blowing in slow motion from the breeze creeping through that crack in the window. There's music here, down on the floor, beneath the dirt and splintered wood, somewhere on planets that live in those strange spots on your eyes that change color. I memorized your face eleven years ago and now you're my re-accurring dream 5 nights a week. Like a TV channel I can't flip off. No sound, never any sound. just visual. Wish you hadn't forgotten what it was like with our bodies on the ground and our heads in the sky. Wish I hadn't asked you to leave so harshly. Wish I had a day or two back again.  These are just staples that hold my ghost soul together. It gets deeper, alot deeper... but why the fuck would I tell you people about that?

    I've been so tired lately. can't seem to shake these shakey nights. like acid flashbacks from another generation, prying their way into my subconscious, where they obviously weren't invited. My shoes don't seem to fit. my clothes don't seem to make sense. everything just needs re-working. I find it hard to stare in the mirror. Does anyone else feel this way!!??
     Maybe it's the coming down from a high of being close to a potential life yet to achieve... hmm.. not sure. I find that the longer you stand still, the longer things seem to unravel around you. The problem, of course, being that whilst this is happening you are simultaneously growing roots in the very spot you've come to feel resentment for. It's a vicious cycle that often leads nowhere but inward.. a place I've known well all my life... too well I suppose. 
     When I was in the third grade my fellow classmates thought me stuck up and to be very intolerably good; as if to attain the sacred position of "teacher's pet". This was not true however. I simply didn't know what else to do but follow the rules to a "t". If the teacher said no talking.. I took it literally to the extent of pushing the bounds of normalcy. I ingored people who tried to talk to me in class, in fear that I might break my internal vow to follow the guidelines set before me. I didn't know it at the time, but it was a cage. I lived in it for so long that I lost perspective on what right and wrong truly were. This probably explains a good amount on my fickle nature of still attempting to figure some things out. I still drive people crazy... but now it's bandmates instead of classmates. In the end I think the joke will be revealed... or at least I truly hope so.
-Michael

Ok... Europe was amazing. I'm gonna simply put together a Word-Scape(my term for seemingly senseless words strewn about to form a puzzling run on sentance type puzzle that may or may not need be put together to make any sense at all) and let you all have fun realizing what our european experience was like. Ok... here we go...
    senseless meandering on a plane for nine hours, 9 bottles of mini-wine, ambien, strange memory loss and varied attempts to pet sleeping strangers, beautiful swiss country side, hangover, the alps, fist fights with the singer of Disturbed, broken rental gear, drunken czech republic bus driver who yells at us and tries to steal our bunks mid-night drive, crazed rapist fan(no sense explaining further on that one), extreme rock n roll, pushed out of the way by Caleb Followill's security guard, dinner with Nine Inch Nails, hanging chill with the Eagles of Death Metal(sweetest live band I've ever seen), strange live radio interviews with fucked up acoustic guitars, chatt'n it up with Brand New about how we both wish it were still the 90's, stumbling drunken accidental into a brothel with no money in pocket, sharing beer with polite and humble prostitute, broken english, bad english, copious amounts of cheese and salami, 3 days without shower or sleep, band fights, fist fights, freezing nights, paying to piss, fucked up, blacked out, awesome new friends, bad plane ride, no sleep, many cartons of cigarettes, van ride, home again, back to the fucking day job..... and that pretty much brings us up to speed. Cheers.