Saturday saw our demise

posts tagged "Jason Elliott"

How many times you can you bleed the stone? Out in the parking lot buying coke. You’re fucked up for the fourth time this week, a manic mountaineer when you’ve reached the peak

Give up the gun and get out of dodge/ All those pretty damsels want to see you fall/ Rushing to the rescue’s gonna get you killed/ You’;ve run out of blood to spill

   

Braving Lions- We miss you, Carl Winslow

I JUST NEED TO GET A CHORUS FOR THIS GODDAMN SONG! Which happens to be about three different friends so far, which is pretty new to me. I generally only write about myself but there are some interesting things to mention about my friends, so this song has kind of written itself (in terms of the verse).

   

Now I know the meaning of “The walk of shame”/

Slipping through the lobby, searching for the exit/ And all these drunk girls try to catch my name/ They’re prettier than you, without the lipstick on


I generally write intricate songs in terms of structure and lyrics and such, and it usually takes about two-five days to get the majority figured out. I thought writing a pop punk song would be much easier but it has become a lot more difficult. It’s taken like over a week to get the idea of the music down and I only have a verse of lyrics written. But it’s fun so I’ve been working on a couple different ones.

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Braving Lions- Braving Lions

So this is one song that I’m (slightly) proud of. I think it has a lot of potential as a full band with distorted guitar on the chorus/bridge and heavy cymbals/synth, so that needs to happen. I regret recording the intro although stealing things from Brand New is something that I always do. In a real recording I would scrape that though.

You can learn a lot face to face with a lion/ She barred her teeth, I thought I was dying/ You’re so toughed, you’re a knock out/ I’m a fuck up cursing from the pulpit/ You can learn a lot when you’re facing the gallows/ She is stunning, my cheeks are sallow/ You’re a calm breeze, your hair is windswept/ I’m a shattered face, a broken mirror’s all I’m left with

*Let my hands stray past the boundaries of your back/ To get you breathing, to get this started/ Let’s get these hearts back where they belong

You can learn a lot face to face with the ocean/ How bored are the waves going through the motions?/ You’re a tidal wave, some great destruction/ I’m a cliff side crumbling to conditions/ You can learn a lot when she’s fragile as glass/ I’m so vulnerable when each breath could be the last/ You’re the foundation, you’re my saviour/ I struggle into sleep praying that the sunrise wakes her

*Let strong resolve keep the blood moving/ Just keep breathing, keep believing/ Let’s keep our bodies right where they belong

I learned a lot watching sharks circle/ She broke skin, pale turned to purple/ You’re so rough, you’re a knife’s blade/ I’m in danger, call a spade a spade/ You can learn from conflict, choose fight or flight/ A battle over water, a bullet in the night/ You’re so still, you’re a second hand/ I’m a gentleman, may I have this dance?

~And then a bunch of “Ohs”

If Tumblr won’t stream this then you can go to: This Bandcamp Link and listen if you’re interested. There are a lot of other songs on there too, most are worst than this one.

Let me just state: I know I’m a bad man/ And all those girls scorned have claimed that I am poison/ I think they’re bitter, I have a flippant heart/ I fall in love fast than December gets dark
*Everyone’s eyes are locked on constellations/ At night I just mull over your paintings/ Oh baby, stop crying, burning hearts were built for dying
Let me just pray, oh God are you listening?/ Goddammit, this ship is sinking/ Another fuck up, count the scratch marks/ With all these demons you would think I’d fear the dark/ Let me escape drunk downward spirals/ We’re such a mess but we’ll still drive for miles/ Leave this broken city to deal with our ghosts/ Set our sights on sunrise, head for the coast
*Everyone wakes up recounting the night/ Your eyes are focused catching the light/ Oh baby, there’s no regrets/ Burning hearts were built to freeze up
~Oh baby, stop crying, burning hearts were built for dying
Let me just stay… let me just stay… let me just… let me just stay/ Let me just stay trapped in my own head/ I’m a train wreck, I need a hospital bed/ There’s nothing linear, we’re just living moments/ Building up history from fragments and components/ Let’s make mistakes, it’s all I’m good at/ Forget the broken hearts, that’s a flawed stat/ I got admirable intentions, I want to be a good man/ Someone thaw my cold bones, drain all the poison
**Everyone’s eyes are locked on constellations/ At night I just mull over your paintings/ Oh baby, stop crying, burning hearts were built for dying

   Like the paintings of a sorrow (A face without a heart)- Braving Lions   

Dear Diary,

I had a good time eating red velvet cake (which was fucking incredible) and watching Home Alone 2 last night. This was my favourite part:

I forgot that this happens and I was dying when it did. My back hurts from a lengthy sleep hanging on to the side of the bed and my hair looked disastrous today. Now I am wide awake and would like to be playing football because it’s pretty nice outside, but that is unlikely as it is almost sunset. I need to make something out of today though because it’s too good of a day off to waste. 

I didn’t get the other tattoo I want, but I better soon or I will pop chops. The end.