Sunday, July 26, 2009

Girl From Moundsville

Damn, not another summer
not a single sunburn
dyin in his every cell.
Call her up from Jersey,
meet her in a hurry,
toss her out but put her in your will.
Miles south of Wheeling,
stuck in West Virginia,
rarely dealt with ne'er-do-wells.
So she came up from Moundsville
met a bigger city,
18 years at the wishing well.

She'd do well,
he'd do well,
to keep dyin in their every cell.
And treat it like a carousel.

'It was like, ethics'
shouldn'ta gone to Florence,
fuck it though, what the hell.
Shoulda grabbed the doorman,
look what I'm reduced to,
she can't tell so it's just as well.

Anybody in their right mind,
woulda left the first time,
and walked the straight line.
Now I'm pullin teeth just to have her,
sort of like a thief,
but moreso like a lover.


*these lyrics borrow very heavily from Portnoy's Complaint by Philip Roth
**This is available on myspace.com/davidrelliott and also here:
http://rapidshare.com/files/260344693/girlfrommoundsville.mp3.html

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

New song

That's why she comes, to set him off
and put him on,
and cross her arms the victor,
sweat and blood,
run her off, build your arms,
to harm her.

That's why the cross, however cross
can serve it's function.
Fallen men can cast their shadows, reel the world in,
build their arms,
so they can keep her.

She says you only work hard
to work hard

Uh huh,
Save for open sores, it's just cuts.

Build it up til you owe it,
so much for loss.

That's why she tossed, without regard
your earnest charm, and all the harm you brought her
sweat and lies, cut your loss
and build your arms,
so you can save her.

She says you only act hard, cause you're scarred.

Uh-huh,
it ain't to open doors, it's just guts.

Build it up til you own it,
so much for lust.


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http://rapidshare.com/files/258468224/armz2.mp3.html

Monday, July 13, 2009

We use our lighters a lot, and we are on Facebook too much. These are acceptable flaws of my generation, I guess, but not really actually. The thing is, it's easy for people to ignore all the things they did that were really stupid. It seems to me that they're obvious (especially with the boomers) so I'm not gonna defend my generation with a list of flaws, but I'd just like to argue with one little detail. I don't agree with the opinion of previous generations that a mega-superstar is a really important and fantastic thing. Some people are pointing out that our generation can't have superstars like Michael Jackson and the Beatles because of the internet. I don't really see what the problem is. I'm satisfied with a variety of artists having careers in music and thusly creating material for a variety of music fans who get something out of the listening to and experiencing it, etc., I just don't see why it's so integral that there should be artists who everyone in the world knows the same way they know McDonalds. Plus, I think it's also just kind of logical that as rock music grows older and is available easier and easier the superstar of that caliber would be less frequent. I don't know, maybe I'm just thinking too much about it.

Monday, July 6, 2009

Current Listenings:

Albums:

Sonic Youth: The Eternal, Sister, Daydream Nation
Regina Spektor: Far
My Morning Jacket: At Dawn
Public Enemy: Yo! Bum Rush the Show
Handsome Furs: Face Control
Cam'Ron: Crime Pays
Wilco: Wilco (the Album), Sky Blue Sky
Black Eyes: slftld
TI: Paper Trail

Songs:

Aaliyah: One in a Million
The Bad Arts: Our Mistakes
Eminem: Tim Westwood freestyle
Big L: All Black, Put it On
Ryan Adams: Oh, Life
The Belle Comedians: Long Drive Home, Loaded Bones, The Big Empty (the whole myspace, I guess)
Babette: Gravestone Metaphor
Love & Rockets: So Alive
Kurdt Kobain & Pat Smear: Do Re Mi