Thursday, April 29, 2010

The Alex Show - Episode 26

____: It's very nice, but you seem guarded. I like my live performances better.

Alex: Your performances are far more personal. This performance was edited for a general audience.

____: Well, I'm glad to have seen it. It was a pleasant surprise to wake up to.

Alex: It was originally intended for you, but They wouldn't let me share it with you alone. It was only allowed to become real if everyone had a part in it. I wish it wasn't that way, but I'm glad I can share it with you now.

____: You're the sweetest.

Alex: I have so much love in me. This amount of love should never be in a person all at once. It's dangerous, a dangerous amount of love. I wish I could give some to you, just pass it off.

____: You want to give me the dangerous love?

Alex: Passing off love that is dangerous to me would not be harmful to you. It's not dangerous to share our loves with one another because your love is different from mine. I store your love in different areas. My love storage space, however, is full.

____: So if we share, we mix it like brackish water. It's like a desert! ... I have to go.

Alex: Before you go will you like my performance? I won't believe you like it once you leave. I know it may seem silly, but I feel seventeen today. It's awful... just awful.

____: It always is when you create something.

Alex: ... for you. The entire world could like it, ____. Hell, they could love it even, but that doesn't give me a single ounce of fulfillment unless you like it, too.

____: I like it. Now send me some love.

Alex: I cannot extract my love. I wish I could send myself to you, so you can take some from me.

____: Yes, do that.

Alex: I wish. I wish, but wishing is a verb that produces little action. I wonder why we do it so often...

____: Well, I'll keep wishing, and I'll wait for your dangerous love, and we'll make brackish water for the desert shelf.

Alex: I think my "Miss You" shelf just reached its brim, as well. Sad day.

____: If you're sad today, it's okay. Enjoy the sad and embrace how beautiful it is that you can feel it.

Alex: I am content with this sad. It is a healthy sadness and I know I am smiling under it. I need sleep. We'll see how I feel after that.

____: Pleasant dreams.

FLASH FLASH FLASH SPIN SPIN SPIN

It is an awkward feeling waking up to the words, "pleasant dreams."

- Alexander McCurdy

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

In the Courtyard

I'm pulling out the maps that we drew.
The folds and wrinkled patterns have construed
Countless destinations,
But every route leads me back to you.

But it's rain in the courtyard that keeps showing
That all of the trees have stopped growing.
Nature lost her touch. I think it rained too much.
So what's the use in finding you?

I'm planting seeds beneath hidden roots
In hopes of branching out the buried truth.
Yesterday it rained, but today it's not the same.
It's a drought, and I doubt it will subdue.

But it's rain in the courtyard that keeps showing
That all of the trees have stopped growing.
Nature lost her touch. It didn't rain enough.
So what's the use in finding you?

If together we were one, then one of us is none.
I once said if you left I'd follow you.
If the sky would open up, then I'd pull down the sun.
I once said if you left I'd follow you,
But all the plans I make don't follow through.

- afm

Blue Sky Noise Day


















Sorry Hitler, Bob Marley, and any other figure or event that gave reason to commemorate April 20th in the past, but unfortunately for you, 4/20 will now and always will be th
e birth date of Circa Survive's brand new baby, "Blue Sky Noise." Circa Survive has been my favorite band ever since they first formed, and after two vigorous years of songwriting and recording, they finally released their third album. Naturally, since they are granted the glorious title of "favorite band," you would imagine my opinion about any music they create to be extremely biased. However, with a change to a major label (Atlantic Records) and the fact that artists these days are constantly "reinventing" themselves, I was more than skeptical to hear the outcome of their new material. In fact, I prematurely told myself that it was going to be a flop, that they took too long analyzing every aspect about the album, and that there would be a strongly noticeable mainstream influence from the new label and producers. Now, numerous Circa fans will disagree with me, but I feel that this band birthed the most beautiful baby any parent could ever wish for (it's a girl, by the way). I could write an essay on each song if you truly wanted to hear my opinions on them, but instead I'll just share a response I posted to one of their guitarists, Colin Frangicetto.

"Music aside, this is why I love Circa Survive. The sincerity so purely rooted in you is hard to come by in almost anyone, let alone someone who possesses such amazing talent. It is unfathomable to think how insightful your words can be while still remaining humble and true. In that sense, your music cannot be cast aside in the point I am trying so desperately to make. Circa Survive is not merely a band to me, it is an idea, an idea to take everything that is simple and discover the beauty in it. In the past six years - I cannot believe it has been that long! - the five of you have influenced my life in far too many ways to list. Thank you for everything you have shown me. Thank you for everything you have given me. Thank you for creating, sharing, and continuing Circa Survive."

If you did not purchase this album yesterday, you are truly missing out on something special.

- afm















Sunday, April 18, 2010

Avery

I measured time with rope and string. I found the same things
Back when I had counted days by coffee rings.
I traveled wide with hopeful dreams. I found the same things
Back when I sat in a daze, so I cut the string
Silently.

My lifelong dream is to sleep.
My lifelong dream is to sleep.

I opened doors with guarantees. I found the same things
Back when I tried to deny the mystery.
I breathed in wind, wind from the sea. I found the same things
Back when I had lived inside my covering
Silently.

My lifelong dream is to sleep,
But urgency has proved me wrong.
My lifelong dream is to sleep,
But I've been sleeping all along.

- afm

Friday, April 9, 2010

Buyer Beware!

He was hangin round the tool shed, both hands at his side,
Taking pictures with his fingers, gathering supplies.
Here's the water. Here's a pitcher. Now go and fetch the rye.
Here's the bread, son, and a dead one with white in his eyes.

You better be wise if you're flashing a grin.
Oh, you better think twice if you're selling to him.
Rise above your Father if you start to squander your sins.
Gemini will fall behind if you're trying to win.

He was standin top the tool shed, both hands in the air,
Reading scriptures with his fingers, as he declared,
"I'm a stunt man, and a blunt man, so listen if you dare.
I only hunt men on the front, men, so buyer beware!"

You better be wise if he's flashing a grin.
Oh, you better think twice if you're buying from him.
Rise above your Father if you start to squander your sins.
Gemini will fall behind if you're trying to win.

Mother is calling supper soon,
But you're playing in the field.
It got dark at ten past noon.
The nighttime has revealed
That shadows are only predecessors
Waiting for your head
To drift into unconsciousness
While lifeless in your bed.
Now who can save you?

You better be wise if you're flashing a grin.
Oh, you better think twice if you're selling to him.
Rise above your Father if you start to squander your sins.
Gemini will fall behind, and even if you're pleading blind
Your lights will dim.


- afm

Monday, April 5, 2010

Climbing Trees and Scraping Knees

She places feet on tile sheet and sinks under pride,
But not an ounce of diffidence will show.
The shower seems to make her scream, she puts it aside
Until her frozen feet are fully clothed.
Her body is a prize no living man can claim.
Her conscience has started to roam.
Adoration at its best is the only thing to blame.
Her headdress accustoms her robe,
But she's getting so tired of it.

He wears a suit, but what's the use? It's all that he has
To show the crowd that suits are suiting him.
He must report the sleeves are short. He's not fitting in
To clothes or jobs in which he must look trim.
So he's shaving off his beard and saving all his dough
To purchase new slacks and bright ties.
But once his hair had disappeared, his woe began to grow.
He purchased pseudo acts and white lies,
And he's getting so tired of it.

What is left for chance or for fate?
All the hands I shake feel the same.
The hooks I stole to reel them in.
The taste of blood, the touch of skin.
Is it all worth something in the end?
Cuz I'm getting so tired of it.
02h40 +

- afm

"This is my nightmare!"

"Until you can sing like Johnny Cash, stop dressing like him."

Friday, April 2, 2010

That's Love

It's the same story. We all know how it ends and where it began. The only thing worth taking note is whether if we stayed or if we ran from the heart stuck in our throats. You cannot understand why you feel like you can float as if your body didn't weigh at all. Well, don't be afraid at all cuz that's love. Yeah, that's love.

It's the same ole lines they wrote in every book in every store. The only thing worth taking note is whether if you meant them or if you were just sounding cute while you were in the pursuit of chasing someone before you knew what they meant. Now your harmless intent has made a dried up person bawl. Well, you don't have to care at all cuz that's love. Yeah, that's...

... everything you wanted and more. Holding open the door and flowers galore. Candles and petals or maybe you settled for someone who's not yours, or maybe you're just getting bored. Well, that's love. Yeah, that's love. 01h38 - 13h40

- afm