Realized Expectations?

Once upon a time, I wanted to know the exact dimensions of everything. I couldn't release my soul due to paid attention to every detail's restriction. So I forced myself to think out of the box, spending repenting years in solitude. Developing my own sound to find rejuvenation in today's sonic youth.

The Falcones

Wow, my head turned violently as we ripped into the final notes of a simply tortured solo. Feedback screamed from my reverbed delay gibberish. Danny screams into the microphone because the end of this song is meant to strike through you; inspire some kind of hopeless motivation.

"You do it to yourself! You do!"

Exactly. I refrained previously in my immature attitudes from relaxing and releasing my soul inside. Sounds abstract? Well to put it simple: I've transformed from my days of old. Times where I held myself back by focusing on doing things exactly right. Now all I envision is bliss as I let go and close my eyes when the music unfolds. Instantly my body seems to react, I've let go of perfection and rely on my band to back me when I fuck up. But I'm released, and everything emitted from Josie's growl barks its way into your mind.

Funny how life has been so trivial compared to the immense passion I dedicate to my craft.

"Something these days in the air

I'm afraid to sing this song

'Cuz no one answers me

Got in the way of this one chance of mine

I throw it back

It wasn't gonna last

I jumped ahead

There was a slipstream

One good feeling there

I got out quick

Lower than I goI'm a pinball

Sticking through alot"

~ John Frusciante

So font change? Ok! Alright! (hope someone gets that reference) I have come to the decision that the face and spirit I was given have always been driven towards one ending. Opportunity. The pain, sorrow, and memories I transpire through the craziness I overlooked were always aimed towards one common goal: My own growth into some kind of point of view that, despite the crowd, has lead me towards the places I'm going to.

I was glad you might have been once mine, but I'm useless to you right now. Nightmares constantly consume my thoughts when I wish to disappear. When it doesn't stop, I unleash a way to confuse and distort those haunting memories into louder screams from Josie into Sir Psycho Sexy's speakers.

"Stuck with the pain of knowing you should have tried"