Rebirth

Each night we die and rise to the world of the unconscious, only to arise from our short journey into sampled death, to be reborn into the new day.

Pick ME!

New Picks!

My buddy Matt suggested I order some custom picks from Inteune GP. So decided to get some personalized first. These are nice and stiff, feel good in the hand, and look great with the print. Pondering getting some made for my band Indogen as well.

Yes, I use a pick on bass. It is no longer a controversial thing. When the song requires that tone, I use a pick. Simple as that.

Ready?

The pain is fading, no pills to just walk.
the struggle is fading, I can just stop and talk
The desire to wander into traffic is a quiet refrain
At peace with the killer, and she lives in my brain

The feeling of impending something quiets
the shadows shrinking but still looming defiant
The void keeps calling, but goes to the machine
convinced alerts are red but the lights are all green

I want to know, before that moment that I go
To see it coming before I face that last breath of cold
Brace for impact or embrace the real fact
but I want to go before the suffering takes hold

Living in agony to distract from the hurt
growing my fears in my mind’s fertile dirt
comfort finds me and rocks me to rest
until the voices rise up and tighten my chest

No pills to calm me, just seeking out arms
the kind to embrace, or the kind to do harm
Mother earth don’t deny me my natural right
to be aware of what’s coming and a chance to fight

I want to know, before that moment that I go
To see it coming before I face that last breath of cold
Brace for impact or embrace the real fact
but I want to go before the suffering takes hold

Money can’t buy happiness, but it buys all the pills
it pays for the faceless and pays all the bills
Filthy paper tuck intimately behind tight strings
the touch then the absence of all that it brings

The lies whispered from inside the skull
keep the sleep meter empty and adrenaline full
The void keeps calling, but goes to the machine
convinced alerts are red but the lights are all green

I want to know, before that moment that I go
To see it coming before I face that last breath of cold
Brace for impact or embrace the real fact
but I want to go before the suffering takes hold

I want to be ready when the suffering takes hold

Dammit I’m Mad

Umm
Dammit I’m Mad
forward and back
pacing back and forth reading it
feels like a personal attack

pace a trench into the floor
it’s a battleground
trench warfare
another whore there
another squeak to end the sound

dammit I’m mad
dammitimmad
palindrome pale in comparison
to the bastards in my garrison

the algorithm shifts
from the shit that is spoken
the system is anti social
the media is broken

drone on about it
about the outrage
fried spam and LSD
why’s everybody always looking for me?

I am hiding in pain sight
it hurts to see the shadows
it burns to see the light
stare until I’m blind
and you can hide tonight

dammit I’m mad
pacing the line again
I got my fucking juice
but I can’t stand gin

Got my vodka
got my scotch
got my kilt on so a ventilated crotch

nothing you can do about it
woke up on the wrong side of reality
angry again

I just wish I could make you see
that I walk the line
I break my spine
I drink my wine
it’s for the heart
as I drain the bottle and fall apart

bottle still intact
not broken like the pump
sitting dead in the cavity
just a rotting little lump

Can I feel something?
can you feel this?
no air guitar
I air hump because I can’t twerk
dammit I’m mad
and I am not the jerk