Killin it at Farmfest

Turn that shit UP man! crank those cruddy lil computer speakers…

Sounds of the Diamond Mine.

The Ends of Friends demo

The Way the World Ends

The Locust Seed demo-1

A pretty little song.

Two souls at rest.

Spies in the Dreamworld

Epitaph (original version)

As I watch a falling star, I close my eyes and I wish for a car,
to carry me over the dark horizon, show me things I’ve never seen.
I still recall the day I died and where I fell you stopped and cried.
Oh I know what they said “you can’t come back once you are dead.”
But hear my voice against the trees, carried up by a warm, summer breeze.
Oh I know they said you can’t come back once you are dead!
But here I am! And there you are,…fading like a falling star…
While my feet may be burned and sore, my eyes still yearn for a little bit more
Hear the sound like wind in leaves, make my bid for immortality.
Oh I know what they said, you cant come back once you are dead…

I don’t love no ocean, and I don’t love no trees.
Because loving is knowing, and the ocean is too deep.
The trees are much too dark and full of fearful symmetry.
So how could I love you, and how could you love me?
When all we’ve ever done will always be a mystery?
How could I love this body? A mess of cracks and curves.
Aching chest and flattened feet, on a bed of splintered nerves.
These hands are not my hands; these feet are not my feet.
Somewhere am I waiting, far away and free?
And could I love this modern world? So bright and loud and clean...
Its all zeroes and ones and no space in between.
Will I always be searching, for something that can’t be found?
Wide-eyed stare and wandering,
Until I’m in the ground.

There’s no harbor to dock my ship in.
There’s no lover I know from within.
I’m yours whenever you come calling.
It’s not forever, just until I leave again.
There’s a hard rain on the open sea,
And it’s made a wreck out of me.
I don’t need shelter, but I do need a friend.
If you’ve got nothing,
Won’t you please let me in?
We’ll fit better when we are both broken.
And together, sink to the bottom.

Oh who the hell writes an epitaph?
When I see one of those things I just have to laugh.
I mean, who longs to speak when their lips have rotten and fallen off of the bone?
It’s not like it will get you kisses
Or let you know you’re not alone!
Or is it that all these gravestone carvers believe that ghosts are all around us
Watching and waiting, anticipating, to make sure we spell their names right?
The thought gives me a permanent case of stage fright.
Or should I believe I leave behind me this piece of me for noble goals?
There’s just so much to say and so much to do,
By the time we start we are too old!
Because it all began with a cave-man, who took blood and made a print from his hand.
And he stands there enthralled with smeared muck on the walls,
Until his eyes fall on some dinosaur bones,
So he picks up a rock and carves himself a gravestone.
What a cunning and clever creature is man!
Cheating death every way that he can!
It’s got to be a hidden gene that makes us do these ridiculous things
And face to face with creatures like these you have to wonder about the big cheese?
And what went wrong? And where’s he gone?
Oh where is God? And are we his epitaph?
Or did he cut us off like wheat from the chaff? Oh lord.
No, when we are done you, me, and god will be one.
And tell me does that sound like fun to you?
That despite our best efforts and detailed records,
We end up a wad of cosmic goo.
You might say that sounds nice, to me it sounds gross,
If it were up to me I’d rather believe in ghosts.
So, in case I die tonight in my sleep,
I better give you something to hold and to keep.
Before I get all eaten by worms and the worms get eaten by birds.
And that bird shits an acrid shit, which lands on a stone with my name
And under it says
“At words he was clever
And so he will clever remain,
But clever and useless are one and the same”

Oh the people, will stare right into you like they’re looking through
To animals at the zoo.
Have you ever been done up like that? Sitting around and getting fat, in a pale imitation, of your natural habitat?
Oh, well it just goes to show, the only burden we’ll know, is the one we call our own.
And the monkeys say they got a plan, but they just don’t understand.
I cannot wait for the Great Escape. No, I’m leaving tonight, with a gift for the lions,
A pre-wrapped sack of meat.
And my only hope, as I let go of the rope, is that I’m still good enough to eat.
And it is that or
Rest your head on the bars of the cage.
And fall asleep to die of old age.

You can leap into the sky, or out of an aero plane,
You can wrestle a crocodile, until it cries out your name,
Stare down a bull, ‘til the blood runs cold in your veins,
But it’s a dangerous thing to dream.
Now I’m in love with a girl I have never kissed
And I never will, ‘cause she don’t exist
But all these other girls take aim, but always seem to miss, cuz of this
It’s a dangerous thing to dream.
Oh I spent too long where I couldn’t have been.
Now I’m neither here nor there,
But somewheres in between
And things will never measure up,
to half of what they seem, when you spend too long in a dream.
This whole world will end,
And will we start again?
Will we make some changes?
Or do it all the same?
Will it get replaced with another devil machine?
It would seem, it’s a dangerous thing to dream.

Now that I know, there ain’t nothing out there,
That everything ends, how it ends here.
Tell me what will I do with these days that used to seem hard?
And what will I do to the people that shit in my yard?
I used to think that we’d be together, in the end,
But your end came, and went, so soon.
There’s a buzzing, and an agony in the afternoon.
There’s a forced hand and a fortress on the moon.
And these things have slain me,
But I come back for you, my wife.
And also ‘cause like I said, there ain’t no afterlife.
So now that I know there ain’t nothing out there,
That everything ends, how it ends here.
Tell me what will I do with these days that used to seem hard?
And what will I do to the people who shit in my yard?

A full heart cannot be brought down by one poison dart.
Just like a whole life cannot be let out by one night with a sharpened knife.
Oh, but two hearts, cut square and clean, I have seen, are easily torn apart
Don’t call the doctor, please.
Incision deeper.
Come running lover.
A full heart cannot be brought down by one poisoned dart.

Well this is my home, my island home.
Across a churning salted sea, it waits behind the fog and trees.
Where the streets are lined with cobblestone,
Its gets so calm once the tours have gone.
But, we live like it’s a dream, ‘cause here it’s always evergreen.
On the outside.
Like a satellite, or lighthouse shining, Always on.
So send us all your poor and huddled weak
And we will send them out onto the streets
Where, like undead they will roam, ‘cause every where’s already owned.
We’ve got a haven for the newlyweds, a grave set for the nearly deads.
And paradise fits fine for a time,
But will you stay until you die?
On the outside.

Killin it at Farmfest

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Rock and Roll Camp for Kids!! last 2 weeks of August

July 4th 2010