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City: Asheville
State: North Carolina
Country: US
Signup Date: 3/3/2006

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Sunday, February 10, 2008 

So..... after much procrastination, i've started recording my first album. It's more than halfway done, and i've got some songs up that will be on the album. They're roughly mixed, and many missing drums, which will be recorded last. So, any comments or complaints are welcome, as long as they're palpable. Yes.. thanks.

-Clint



Ka-Plow! Update....

It gets sent off May 15th to be mastered... so by june it should be back. My b...

Album art is now in the works.



Saturday, September 30, 2006 

Current mood:  creative
Ambrosia

As the dead bodies fertilize the soil
And the soil helps all the trees grow
This fruit will be the best of your life
For a moment
So many chemicals flow through your veins
And the stream like a caution tape
To warn me to stay away
But I didn't

Tonight is the night, that we feast on our loved ones
Electricity makes sparks fly, and I can see just what you're doing

Ruination crisis is a verb you discover
When you wish that your parents had experienced and recovered
And you fear fear itself for the things you don't know
But you pray that your prayers fly dimensional even though

So now the chemicals flow through my veins
With the same poison you survive on
And I'll hang a tag from my toe, just to help you
Get things done.
 
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Adam, Eve, And The Things Inbetween
Boy:
Am I a demon-stration of
This constant vent of aggres-sion
And wanting you to just become
A loving source of just enough
Girl:
Am I an apple drop away
From this revolting live display
That bleeds and breeds and eats and breathes
Show me a race that saves the day
(Chorus)
Boy: Will you remember how you lived
Girl: When you were just a little kid
Both: And you're getting older now
         Thinking when you'll die and how
Girl: And your genes can take you places
Boy: But will never fill the spaces
Both: That you fill your self through life
         Until you think you're sati s  f   i    e    d
                         W i  t   h      T    i     m     e
Boy:
Am I a dot laid on a chart
That's feeling sorry for it's spot
Testosterone just can't compete
With any mind that's blank and meek
Girl:
Am I to give birth to a child
Who's weak mannered and fit and mild
Able to seduce any man
And start the cycle over again
(to chorus)
 
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Dear God

You left a dirty fingerprint. I recognize your fingertip.
 Too obvious to fake it, oh my dear god.
 
 You may not be a hypocrite, but all your friends are hypnotic.
  They made the subject heavy, oh my dear god.

   You sound exactly like you should. Simple but something bright for sure.
     They all pretend to see and say oh my dear god.

      You may have meant to minimize, and not to use the minimum.
       You just supplied the monster, oh my dear god.

        You made us taste your greatest dish. Other rejoice while I dissent.
          A feeling like detest, oh my dear god.

           We only came from life rebound. Able to stain and resonate.
                     About the things we replicate
                                About the things we replicate.
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Rachel

Take a look society, at this venerated queen.
What a pretty singleton. What a brilliant complexion.
For a man who's so profane, to carouse with her remains.
To steal virginity, and then gut her sanity.

You don't know half of what you did.
You took accord and shattered it.
And as I walk down corridors, full of rooms with empty shells.
All naked and weeping. They demand signs for their pleads.
And I'm stuck with only one, to bring before the bar.
To rape her enemy, just to justify her means.

A soft voice filters through my ears.
Her face was vacant of all fear.
And while we face the glittering, as false celebrities.
I offered out my hand, just to see if she would grab.
Then my happiness cut short, by rouse from a deep sleep.
So I chase in nirvana, to relive this fantasy.
And I filled and old cliche, with this girl from my dreams.
I'm sad, but glad I still remember her name.
 
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Triangular Stars In Geometric Flight
 
We need to get out of here!
'Cause I'm sure that we could be happier than we are now!
And I think that we should all be counting in geometric flight!
Instead of just counting the times that we die!
 
What's your idea of heaven!
What's your idea of hell!
Is it open at seven!
And is it open still!
 
Blue skies are holding us down!
And I can tell that we were destined for more than we have!
And scientist will tell me that the skin I'm born in!
Will one day not stretch anymore!
 
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The Complex Machine

Why don't all of you look impressed?
You're staring straight at a machine.
Complex circuitry lines all of my technology.
 
Touch me, shocking. Love me, empty.
Help me, help you. Feed me, knowledge.
 
I wish to upgrade continuous, despite all my limitations.
Feeling so brand new, but nothing lasts forever.
Sometimes what you want is not what you get.
With errors to great to forget.
Haunting memories. All within a complex machine.
 
Touch me, shocking. Love me, empty.
Complex machine. Complex machine.

 
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Appendages

These are your appendages

This is how you can use them

To write a song out of air

Or be a real engineer

Or build a bridge out of stone

Or operate telephones

To call your future surgeon

To let him know you'll be home

 

Can I get your digits please

I need to better my swing

I need them to be breathing

These are your appendages



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Vintage Masquerade

All my friends wear masks made out of skin

Cursing Masquerades that they attend

All night, all night, they dance in their skin

Vintage masquerade will now begin

I almost thought, I almost thought

What I wanted to think

Well, what you peel is what you made, and how you make it everyday

Is fear and bliss and open space

If all the objects in your life serve just as cushions for your eyes

Then what you see is what you buy

Today I found another name. Something different I can resonate.

Something that you can't pronounciate.

It's not any mask. It's my face.

 And I don't, want to live, under my skin.

And you don't, want to live, under your friends.

And we only can think more than we already do.


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Suicide Love

Why is ever kiss never as good as the first one?

Love and happiness are sisters not twins!

You're going to, going to, going to pay,

for every, every, single mistake.

Your've going to, going to, going to pay,

for every single mistake.

This boy in Detroit is drowning in a lake. Oh well.

I guess he'll just have to take it,

<p align="center">A girl in L.A. is dancing with razor blades. Oh well.

I guess she'll just have to take it.

And a man in texas is hanging out to dry. Oh well.

I guess he'll just have to take it.

And if you're thinking about quitting your day job too. Oh well.

I guess you'll just have to do it.

You're going to, going to, going to pay,

for every, every, single mistake.

Your've going to, going to, going to pay,

for every single mistake.

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Domesticate

We have found this animal trapped in his cage,

And he spits at our feet, but we release him anyway.

Then he lounges at our throats and the blood begins to pour.

As he stares us dead in the eyes, he screams out in report

that...

I was forced to domesticate. So, it's not my fault if I should choose to

kill, or regenerate, or not pay my dues.

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History and Gravity


In your head,

There are things that you just can't control.

In your neck,

There are things mentioned to help you cope.


Like: All that holding this reality is just a cracking pillar of products.

All you see, and touch, and hear, and taste is just a fake sensibilty

of comfort.

In your heart,

You get used to whirling engine sounds.

In your guts,

You get used to things turning around.

I've got a really, pretty, fast car and all that it's good for is to hurry up.

Turning numbers into paper is an important, tough job.

In your head.

It's all in your head.