dead flag blues
08/10/2004 09:57 p.m.
so, i finally bit the bullet and took it upon myself to download some godspeed you black emperor. i tend to like this genre of music, but i was always reluctant to gget into godspeed, because
a). i would be very pissed if i tool the time to download a 35 MB file and i didnt like it; and
b.) i had downloaded 'east hastings' because it was in 28 days later, and really wasnt impressed with it much.
but, seeing as 4 of the top 15 slots on my amazon reccomendations list were godspeed, i figured i'd try. and truthfully, i'm digging it. and i like east hastings alot more now that i have it in context. so, yeah groovy. allright.

in other news, i've gotten 1 comment in the last week. and i havent written anything good in a long time. so, yeah. who-de-hoo.
we got the political forum back; i'm just waiting for black friday II. people seem to be fairly respectful so far; everyone seems to be on eggshells. hmm.
my band changed it's name from 'experience' to 'the powers of observation'. i think i mentioned shadowbox project before, i think. anyways. it's been a rough week, personally. i guess it's been worked through, i dont know. i'm waiting for anne to call me so we can talk. yeah. she's been in belize for a week. so yeah, i guess that's it. oh, my franz ferdinand tickets came. whoo-eee.
yep.
peace:a


godspeed you black emperor- the dead flag blues

the car's on fire, and there's no driver at the wheel-
and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides;
and a dark wind blows.
the government is corrupt,
and we're on so many drugs
with the radio on and the curtains drawn.

we're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine,
and the machine is bleeding to death

the sun has fallen down,
and the billboards are all leering,
and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles.

it went like this:

the buildings tumbled in on themselves.
mothers, clutching babies, picked through the rubble
and pulled out their hair.

the skyline was beautiful on fire,
all twisted metal stretching upwards;
everything washed in a thin orange haze.

i said: "kiss me, you're beautiful-
these are truly the last days"

you grabbed my hand, and we fell into it-
like a daydream, or a fever

we woke up one morning
and fell a little further down-
for sure it's the valley of death.

i open up my wallet,
and it's full of blood.
I am currently Detached
I am listening to godspeed you black emperor- east hastings