why can't I get this to work?

2004-08-07 21:27:20 ET

Don't do drugs, kids.

2004-08-06 03:23:53 ET I can't write poetry if I've a song stuck in my head. cause ev'ryting I write gets that melody, gets that same beat follows that track till the poem's complete or I cry defeat or the reader falls a sleep, or I start to repeat. ...sigh. Fighting the urge to get up and run. To do something stupid like go buy a gun. Gun down some shop and head for the shore. Not the Atlantic, the Pacific for sure. Kill my accountant and break all my cards Make collect calls and break some new laws Call up my parents and tell 'em I'm gone. Thanks for the degree, Can I mow your new lawn? Maybe it's the drugs racing my veins racing my brain chasing the drain that moves my pen in a such a furious vein, curious way (serious pain?) Soon they'll abate and I re-read this page, confused that it's me venting this rage. Save the trees the young man said as I watched him slice words in his arm and my heart just bled just wept for the poor unmarried old girls who're stumbling and fucking up baby Jesus' new world. the boy just wept water from his veins, sugar water mixed with a dose of caffiene. A new martyr on the cross a new savior for our age. Save the trees, save the whales, and kill your TV! I remember those days when kids played outside on metal swings and rubber tires. We're now too scared that the kids will have fun, that they'll run, and they'll play, and they'll kill everyone. I must be getting tired cause my words now make sense. My words, they make sense but they still don't make cents. I'll end this thing now before I get too depressed, too maniac, to methodic, or start to get stressed. Maybe I'll stop when I run out 1 comment

8/04/04 - Ruder Than You @ Doc Watson's, Philadelphia, PA

2004-08-05 02:58:56 ET A ska show? In Philly? Trust me, I was as surprised as you folks. But it was certainly a good time. The concert was held in an attic space above the bar, and it was pretty cool. Maybe 40 people showed up, but it was a 21+ show on a Wednesday - what do you expect? Bob from DCSka was there, which was cool; haven't talked to him in awhile... Oddly enough, he was the only person I recognized from the scene, but that's allright. Las Cabriolas weren't too bad - especially (ex-Slacker) Alan Teboul on drums. Where'd he come from? is he actually part of the band? Just surprised me to see him up there. I expect to see good things out of this band, but for now, they were just allright. I do give them props for covering "Watching the Dectectives" - solid. Ruder Than You were too much for me last night. I'm getting too old for ska. give me rocksteady, and I'll be allright. All this fast dancing and jumping around just wears me out. RTY played alot of new stuff, which is allright, except for the fact that I couldn't sing along. They did play "I want Justice" at the end, at, like, twice speed, which was wild. Also, it seems they're going in a more ska-rock or ska-core bend than their older stuff, which is nice to see that some people with a clue are going to carry that mantle since the BossToneS are kaput... sigh. anyway... there were maybe 2 or 3 more bands, but I left after RTY. I'd had a nice night out; a fun way to spend an hour in Philadelphia; supported the ska scene and danced my ass off on a Wednesday. So, out of 10, I give this show a 7.6 2 comments

One Day

2004-07-28 03:39:23 ET the streets are crowded nothing fits This winless fighting killing me And there's something quite peculiar bout this Boston Monday morning that's intangible and I'm running like the tears that fell from my mother's face the day she learned about mercy learned about grace and I'm waiting for the sun to rise so I can get my bearings and set things straight we can take things one day at a time I want to be invisible to everyone I know let's take things one day at a time so I can be invisible to everyone I know These thoughts of mine seem so farfetched it seems the more I gain the less I get and I'm lost in whats supposed to be something so familiar I can call this home and I'm crying like an infant who's starvin for attention searchin for solutions or look at my convictions and watchin every second pass till everyone, and everything just fades away We can take things one day at a time I want to be invisible to everyone I know and I watch everyone and everything fade away and I watch everyone and everything fade and I watch everyone and everything fade away and I watch everyone and everything fade away we can take things one day at a time so I can be invisible to everyone I know let's take it one day at a time I want to be invisible to everyone I know let's take things one day at a time I want to be invisible to everyone I know let's take things one day at a time So I can be invisible to everyone I know - Obi Fernandez

Sunday Malady

2004-07-25 05:39:38 ET I think we have gone too far and now we just cannot go home as way this leads upon two-way on this fine and winding road and so we must take some time in order to reflect and unwind to wonder and contemplate the values of a simpler time Sunday Malady, a thoughtless sea for you and I, so why haven't we a cup of tea before we die? I wish we could drive all night if only so we could find a way in which with this wedding night somehow cut this wedding cake and so Insanity, I discreetly ask you why Sunday Malady can put a thorn-bush there in your eye I loved you with all my heart and if that makes it more of a sin that we should have need to part either above or then within Sunday Malady, A thoughtless "C" 4 U & I, so why haven't we a cup of tea before we die? Sunday Malady a boston cream for you and I so why haven't we a cup of tea before we die? - Vic "the Wix" Ruggiero

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