I had a feeling I’d die tonight
Still hasn’t happened
Guess it will be some other time
Maybe in the future in a past tense
Kind of way that is meant to make sense
Swinging and swinging is in no way
Succeeding if failing comes so naturally
I had a feeling I thought I understood
Still isn’t clear what any of that means
Guess it didn’t matter this time around
Maybe in the future in the present tense
Kind of way that made some sort of sense
Dying and dying is in no way
Failing if succeeding comes so naturally
I had a feeling that this would upset
More people than it really did
Guess it made more sense than I had
Planned inside my heart and soul
“In the name of the father, the holy spirit, and whatever else there is.”
Akilah Hadi, Always Know Who To Blame
Day by day
It slips away
Day by day
Can’t really seem to stay
Day by day
Feeling like anything
Is such a pain
Day by day
In my head who I might be
Day by day
It isn’t everything I thought it was
Day by day
Maybe none of this is for me?
Day by day
It seems to go away
Day by day
Seems there are more steps to take
Day by day
Feeling anything at all
Feels like a waste of time
Day by day
In my head is all I am
Day by day
There doesn’t seem to be an end
To this day by day
Pleasure of being me
“I know your voice, but do you know mine?”
Tara Caribou, Exaltation No. 5
No idea is a new idea
A new idea means having no idea
Burying my head deeper into the sand
Don’t want anything to do with any of this
Paranoia runs deeper than the skin
Like a parasite living deep within
No one wants to make anything better
They only want to watch it fall apart
Burying my body deeper into the sand
Don’t want anything to do with any of this
Conspiracies run deeper than the surface
Like an octopus spreading it’s wings
No ideas is a new idea
A new idea meaning having no idea
Burying the rest of me into the sand
Don’t want anything to do with any of this
Which is fine because it’s getting hard to breathe
This far deep under the sands of time
Broken Thoughts
Seriously though… does no one else see the buzzing?… The weird static dancing in the air?… The sirens of death must be calling my name… or the sands of time aren’t filtering the toxic waste as they were meant to… Either way day by day is still somehow turning out to be the same… I had a feeling that tonight I might die… and still I couldn’t think of anything else to say… Typical…
Does anyone else know the correct temperature to set the oven for a roast?… Asking for the world… because she says she keeps dialing it up little by little… and somehow we are still walking around chopping shit down… bending and mending it into things to shove under her skin… It is criminal in a sense… Speaking of… books are available and your support goes a long way to letting others know…
I’ve been trying to appeal to a wider audience lately… I’m sure you’ve noticed… Sadly no one else has… Trying too hard isn’t even worth the effort… We’ve all heard it before… “But if you don’t try then you will never know”… That is a valid point in my head… Which is why I am happy to finally announce my debut album… Songs to Slit Your Wrist To Vol. 1: This Could Take A While…
It is a ten volume epic set to the sound of raging microphones… hammering guitars… and the sounds of a dying spirit weeping uncontrollably between tracks… About the meaning of life as a no legged dog who believes they are a cat trapped on a mountain floating through space while the voices around them tell her she is a good boy… I don’t want to give too much away… It is a think piece to say the least…
The feedback has been very unfavorable… but critics are nothing more than assholes with even less to say or are as useful as a dying air compressor strapped to the inside of your ass… Which also happens to be the title of track four… Synergy… and my co-workers tell me I have no sense of humor… And I say let the fans decide what is good and what is not…
Please enjoy a preview of track seven and I hope all is well…
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