I have so much free time on my hands I’m learning how to count cards. Why? I have no intention to ever play blackjack. It’s fun, fuck you.
Things I’m learning from my own shitty actions systematically dismantling and putting at risk my relationship with a very lovely lady #3,427: there’s nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow, ESPECIALLY when you’ve been drinking.
As of late, there is a lot of discussion of bands “calling out” fans on what they perceive to be excessively violent behavior at shows. The reaction to the phenomenon has been mixed to say the least. In the most extreme responses, I could be led to believe that the threat of Gestapo boots…
This Is Not An Exit - Saves The Day
Tonight will be the night that we begin to ease the plugs out of the dam. And we will stand knee deep in the flow, the undertow will grab our heels and it won’t let go. And while we hold, our legs quivering, the water rises now to our teeth when we just let go.
And sail belly up to the clouds, the rocks scraping our backs, to breathe in the air will be the only thing that we have.
And all the wasted nights and empty moments in our lives are flushed away as we sway with the rhythm of the waves bobbing us up. Crests fall to troughs as we feel our gils open up.
And sail belly up to the clouds, the rocks scraping out backs, to breathe in the air will be the only thing that we have.
And if the hook set in the bottom of our lungs, we’ll rip it out and lick the blood off with our tongues.
Despair can ravage you if you turn your head around to look down the path that’s lead you here. Cause what can you change? You’re a vessel now floating down the waterways. You can take your rudder and aim your ship, just don’t bother with the things left in your wake.
Just sail belly up to the clouds, the rocks scraping your back, to breathe in the air will be the only thing that you have. And your love will be warm nights with pockets of moonlight, spotlighting you as you drift, the actor in this play. And you walk across the stage, take a bow, hear the applause. And as the curtain falls just know you did it all the best that you knew how, and you can hear them cheering now, so let a smile out and show your teeth, cause you know you lived it well.
Favourite song possibly ever.
Jesus christ the people giving Joyce Manor shit all over the place… What a bunch of misogynist, homophobic, shitty, and entitled fucking crybabies.
I have only two emotions, careful fear and dead devotion.
HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I LIED TO YOU!? IF I WAS DRUNK WHEN I SAID IT, IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN TRUE