February 2012
3 posts
Basement Tapes vol. 2 Free Download →
December 2011
1 post
3 tags
Whenever I mess around with someone else’s...
September 2011
4 posts
Gen 1:4
There is a small independent bookstore in Cleveland Heights, Ohio, that I would drop in to and search through piles and piles of poetry collections. Some of them were used, others were waiting to be used. The ones I picked up now occupy a small spot in my makeshift book shelf. There is one that I particularly care for called “Drunken Jonah” by Dermot McCarthy. Whenever I feel stunted...
When I was little I’d ride in my Mom’s...
cover me
I’m gonna start doing one acoustic cover a week and posting it on here. Maybe some requests? The weirder the better. Nothing after 2000, please!
August 2011
1 post
July 2011
9 posts
A Career Woman In Heat
Extra marital blissed out.
Thirty something candles kissed out.
Bar room sad and sorry, like you had your chance and missed out.
Mutts lapping up the lonely cocktails some used up cunt pissed out.
Hitch hiking up the street with a fist out.
Blood stone squeezing bullshit lists and city evenings leave the little tryst out.
A “Better Homes And Gardens” spread eagle leaving spots...
caesura
you look so sad…
let me sell it back to you…
cheap.
because you look so candid.
so priviliged-white-girl-chic.
ugly fucking automatic regression magnet.
magazine perfect, soaking in accelerant.
your world is nothing but salt.
dried up oceans and carcass peppered deserts.
sand speaking tongues, wind whipping, kissing refugee cheeks.
the fallout was great.
thank you for...
idiot songs: sometimes you just need one. →
“…nothing more than a futilitarian douchebag.”
Futilitarian- Holding or based on the view that human endeavor is futile
That’s a mighty large character assassination based on no real information, my friend. The only things you know about me are what I post into tumblr, and the music I’ve released.
jayfigz:
thehandthatwieldsit:
I wrote this ‘song’ called...
sometimes you just need one.
I wrote this ‘song’ called “Company Of Men” that appeared on Envy On The Coast’s Lowcountry record. Originally, I wrote it as an idea that was only half done, to see if everyone liked it enough to include it in the body of work that would be considered for the record. Our producer, Sean, saw it differently. He liked the idea as a short weird thing because to him, it...
here we are, two apes pushing our way down the supermarket aisles.
confused as to which came first.
this feels wrong.
June 2011
3 posts
I don’t think I’ve been this impressed by a...
triage brawl.
Man alive! You really walloped that guy.
In dreams, in sequence, in warm blooded camaraderie.
Lucky shot, I guess.
There really is no telling a man when enough is enough.
Like brethren wrestling in September mud until, like mom always said, somebody gets hurt.
It’s not usually me.
Errant fist, twisted knee.
Greased monkey bars, sun blisters.
Accident prone, in full armor.
Sizing up...
April 2011
2 posts
March 2011
3 posts
“I feel like you have to be really confident and really focused to do an album. Everybody that is really motivated failed first. Everybody had records out that are forgotten. Thats what it takes. It eats you up but it gives you rocket fuel too.”
-DJ Shadow
February 2011
2 posts
TUMBLE FRIENDS.
I have decided to start a twitter to launch my global brand “Brian Byrne Inc”, brianbyrne.com was taken by some handjob who plays with computers and manages other handjobs, so I figured this was the next best thing. I will provide no service or product of any kind (though if you’re going to look at my page, even by mistake, donations are welcome!!). I will provide thought...
Go on little girl, feet twirl, go and make him smile
Go on like the rumbling drums of the march of time
And when the son meets the dad
It’ll be pretty bad for the pain
But you’ll always be the same
You will always be the same
-Ryan Adams
January 2011
5 posts
Mouthful of Soap/Slop
Piss poor gesture.
Contribution civc peace and greater good…
but I have grown tired of all your clicking and buzzing.
Acid tongue.
Opine the deaf.
You dance obnoxious ovals ‘round tables of uninterested suitors.
Like mosquitoes…you will still feed.
Feed on, and pester horses in their blind spots.
A lash from god and mammal should be enough.
Only a most stubborn beast...
Drove you to it.
She taught a class on accountability and the finer points of being expendable.
Experienced, not licensed.
The kids winced and squirmed as her lessons on triviality dripped into their ears.
Everyone go outside for recess and show them that you can do it all on your terms, on your time.
Make it a point to show all the other boys and girls that you aren’t just any co-dependent throwaway.
...
December 2010
3 posts
Desert Made Of Snow
Fire breather.
I can’t even peel you off of me.
Leeching all the bad blood.
Voodoo dialysis.
Your holy slickness, I covet you and your markings.
The devil is warming earth’s waters,
Her veins are coursing with heat and
She’s breathing all of it into my ear.
That language is as old as our planet’s sun.
It burns every doubt in my mind and turns all man’s lies...
November 2010
5 posts
R.HUNTER: A letter to the Islanders →
My man.
rhunterny:
To Whom it May Concern,
I understand that this email address is probably used more frequently by disgruntled fans complaining about ticket issues and customer service related topics, but I have nowhere else to send this email, so please pass this on to whomever is willing to read it.
I am…
TRAP THEM’S RYAN MCKENNEY RESPONDS TO SACHA... →
read.
I wrote this about a troubled friend who lost her...
October 2010
4 posts
The future was now just then.
Keep your head down, finish your vegetables, keep your hopes and dreams to yourself.
You’re young. You’ll get over it.
Once you get laid.
Once you get a really nice paycheck.
Moving forward along with the laws of man and physics.
You’ve become an unstoppable cancer in the expansion era of a species programmed eat and fuck itself to salvation.
The proteins we produce.
...
"I want a limousine stocked with every alcohol...
I am deathly afraid of extra terrestrials. I always have been. I may not outwardly express this fear to people as a go-to point of conversation but, believe me, if the subject is breached, I will be more than forthcoming about this paranoia. This season in particular dredges up some memories from my youth, cowering in my bed, watching what appeared to be an apocalyptic scale alien invasion...
Buy smart, buy North Korean.
A stream of consciousness pours into a bowl, I put it away and re-join the game of king of the intellectual mountain (already in progress)
I can’t really think of anything interesting or poignant to add…
So I lose. To you. In a landslide.
It figures.
I’m relegated to the corner and I have to try to and make small talk with an angry husband.
The guy who saw “Raging...
September 2010
4 posts
if I die before I learn to speak, can money pay for all the days I lived awake but half asleep?
Brunch with the pawn shop gynecologist.
here we have the actual tissue where I dispatched lots and lots of potential child support payments.
came and went with a few breaths and worthless to all outsiders.
I can’t buy and sell these perfect little chances at life.
but you could probably find a way.
there’s a lot somewhere with a guy in a fucking awesome suit.
that guy could be you…wait, there’s more?
YES!...
A: I wasn't paying attention.
The oldest of the living freight convulses in the corner. He spent his whole life looking for a girl to be fucked up over. Posed as still as the position we’re all forced into, nervously recalling the faces attached to the why-nots, hoping he had her once and maybe just missed it. Even in a death rattle, he knew he couldn’t have missed it.
None of their salt tasted right. No matter...
everything dies, baby. that’s a fact.
August 2010
7 posts
“I think it’s going to take some people like Jacob [Bannon] and Greg and a few others who are genuinely passionate about their art to make sure this stays. It’s so easy to look at what these kids are supporting with their parents’ money and just throw in the towel. I think the only reason things are getting as big as they are is that people stopped caring about music enough...