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| Jun. 1st, 2006 12:36 am Biffy They were good tonight. Not amazing, but very good. Setlist was quite nice:
Semi Mental Bodies In Flight (!!) Some Kind Of Wizard Joy Discovery Invention Liberate The Illiterate Glitter And Trauma Who's Got A Match? All The Way Down My Recovery Injection 57 Wave Upon Wave Upon Wave Now I'm Everyone Eradicate The Doubt Justboy Kids Of Kibble Scary Mary (!!) There's No Such Thing As A Jaggy Snake
Thinking about it, that's a long set!
Nice to see awesome people I haven't seen in a while, too. 2 comments - Leave a comment | |

| Feb. 18th, 2006 02:12 am Free from your past, free of your future too, there's nothing left to rise above but you Show me your ocean red, kiss the tears that stain my neck, drug me with visions untrue But I own a photograph, you lay there naked upon your back, safe in a stone house by the sea There's nothing true and nothing's real, but I remember one clear feeling, warm beneath your gentle company When I lay dying upon some bed, I hope that you remember this, the only one I want to see is you. 1 comment - Leave a comment | |

| Feb. 18th, 2006 02:07 am Purse you lips and pump your hips And purse your lips and pump your hips. I can't begin to understand... God damn. God damn. God damn. I start sweating about the time your hand hits my back. I can't begin to understand... God damn. God damn. God damn. We were kissing an hour before our lips met. I never wanted to have sex till you asked me. God damn. God damn. I'm a brand new man. God damn, god damn, god damn; I'm a brand new man. Leave a comment | |

| Oct. 26th, 2005 08:06 pm I fucking adore Minus The Bear.
They are all I have listened to for about a month. Menos El Oso is such a grower of an album. Every single on that album is incredible now I've got used to it.
Top 10 MTB songs... in order...
Drilling Absinthe Party At The Fly Honey Warehouse Monkey!! Knife!!! Fight!!! The Fix Fulfill the Dream Dog Park This Is Not A Surfin' Movie Thanks For The Killer Game Of Crisco Twister Get Me Naked 2: Electric Boogaloo Pachuca Sunrise Women We Haven't Met Yet
OR SOMETHING. I know that's 11 but let me off! 1 comment - Leave a comment | |

| Sep. 10th, 2005 03:13 pm gig  Leave a comment | |

| Aug. 30th, 2005 10:35 pm http://s18.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2X71YUFEONUX310OJASFBSN6G0
Regina Spektor - Chemo Limo
everyone needs to listen to this song. it's incredible.
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| May. 12th, 2005 08:35 pm Death was just a simple glance across a dim lit room And those eyes did it Those three words did it Those three words killed him And I surrender to it all Between you and me, I surrender to you Forgive me for the sadness And the bringing of you down I just needed a lover and I needed a friend And there you were Running from forever like all the rest Three simple words bled me dry Three simple word bled us dry, bled us dry I love you Leave a comment | |

| Apr. 24th, 2005 07:43 pm 2nd entry of the day, but this is just to say I never realised how good The Cure are! I've owned Disintegration for about 2 years but never properly have listened to it... brilliant stuff. Current Mood: melancholy Current Music: The Cure - Disintegraton (obv)
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| Apr. 21st, 2005 05:57 pm yeah i'm going to sleep for a bit now.
Dusty screams through doors and imaginary floors, "Why can't you miss me?" Current Music: Oxes - Russia is Here
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| Apr. 17th, 2005 09:11 pm Tonight I feel so much like a party and it isn't 1999. I've arrived too late or the revolution never happened. Suffocated in the Socialist dream that will never happen, I'll be cured by radio therapy. So in the event that something terrible should happen, mis-inform me to hell. Leave a comment | |

| Apr. 17th, 2005 09:09 pm Tonight the cinema's the treatment clinic where the perverts seek the cure. Show me the rape scene one more time for the cause and I promise we'll behave like perfect christians. We'll sing the glory of the gospel for some whiskey and a skin flick. Hallelujah. All rise. Hallow be my name. In this kingdom we came without calling. Hallelujah. The violence and the choir, the virgin and the fire. Up to her neck in tongues. Lovely, so lovely is ludwig van. Electronic sonata pumped through the mud of the night stand. The saints in regalia whistling while they rape. Lid clamps in vitamins. Lift up her skirt and I'll be cured, like a junkie with a methadone addiction thinks he's clean. I'll be cured. Sit down and watch closely. All these whores have conceded the war. She said "you might be sick, but you feel all right to me". That's enough. Turn if off. I promise I'm better. Healed at the horror show. Leave a comment | |

| Apr. 14th, 2005 11:56 pm I can see it in your eyes. You've finally learned your lesson. I could forgive and forget. But its too little, too late. I could say "I told you so." But I think a big old "fuck you" is much more appropriate. Leave a comment | |

| Apr. 13th, 2005 11:39 pm Say it again... pressed the seven sequenced silver panic buttons, the distress calls that fall on a distracted short-wave signal. a metronome timed to my panic stricken breathing and a pulse conducted by our dying lines. you said my heart sounded like a payphone in the rain. distorted, distant, scrambled and desperate. baby, i swear to god tonight i am sober. it's the reception between us that's failing. everything's coming out all frenzied and confused. she's got what it takes to make collapsing a habit and a dance out of a tantrum fit (it's tragic but i am sobering up). pick up the phone. tonight i feel like the hero of a rusting war. my touch has the timing and precision of a car wreck. no use translating the trembles. they're symptoms of repetitive testing for fluctuation. if i come back home, i am bringing back the bends. so give me a kiss. let me taste the reptilian appeal. say it again baby. does it turn you on? does it get you hot? i get a little hysterical sometimes. the panic you shouldn't have been so sentimental. all that kicking and screaming. everything i touch starts peeling. we malfunction like machines. get up off the floor and answer the phone. i want to be a big star. didn't want to touch so hard. open the door. i am your deviant satellite, an orbit defected by the ballast of words. you're the reason for collisions. i am face down like a sailor washed up under your window. tonight is a shipwreck. navigating through disorder. now every electric star hums like a telecaster. how punk rock is that? you're so oblivious. baby, you're my oblivion. Leave a comment | |

| Apr. 9th, 2005 04:02 pm Yeah So I guess I'm using one of these things now. Fuck knows why but I'm bored and always feel better when I write down stuff. Plus if anyone cares then they can give me advice.
*serious eddie* Current Mood: missing someone Current Music: Dillinger Escape Plan - Abe the Cop
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