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Just hours away from finishing the EP.

Enjoy the rumbling bass tonight neighborhood!

Subaru Weekend

After reaching level 33.

Isaac SDJ Brock and I wrote a song.

That song is called Subaru Weekend.

Meanwhile, an inconsistently consistent storm brews above me. Some loud pop never gets old rattling inside my head. Or maybe its the rock that hit me still aching in my chest? Jagged the course has been rode which polar opposites create.

"A dove is a glove

That I wear in my heart

And though I like to dress smart

It doesn’t have any part of the world of fashion

And you’re there to put me down

And I’m sick off the frowns that follow me around

I would likethe sky but there’s no reason why

She’d say to this world with the nose of a girl

Turned up so loud that it rings, sings the cloud

I've never been here and though you're physically near

You're pushing me away to decay like the day that I loved"

~ Untitled

#3

When At The Drive-In played live on David Letterman, Cedric climbed and jumped off Omar's amp two minutes into the song. Omar continued to play and sing his parts for a while, despite Cedric's jump sliding his amp almost off stage and soundlessly away from the mic. An interlude of one note Omar strums while moving the amp back in position. The band kills the rest of the song as if nothing happened. I've seen that video seven hundred times, and never noticed that sequence of events until this moment.

Even when the worst problems occur, the greatness still transpires?

"It is as real as the girl, blabbing nothing outside my window

What do I have to show

To a world that the only way to destroy

Is to die like a baby boy

I could be happy in infinity

Of the space of my eyelid

But I know I’m somewhere else

Where the words on this page

Are better than the scribling nonsense they are,

And it would be real,

And I eat my last meal

Wish that I could feel

But now I don’t even know if I’m real"

~Untitled

#3

Rearrangement

Swimming around nostalgic jams with old friends somehow influenced new inspiration. The short amount of time spent reminiscing young moments went loudly smooth. Changing parts made the machine work differently to accomplish an identical task.

"Patiently you sighed while my limbs dried

You know that I can try but usually confine

See another time when the end wrote a better tale than every amend,

Meant to fix the last farewell

Nighttime silence still gets greeted with screaming yells

Erupting uncontrollably thanks to your sonic insight

Maybe tonight will break apart your rite

Then I remember every one of those days

When we laid counted ways to figure the world out

Desolate futures ignored, we focused on life later reborn

Earned respect with each others hidden sadness

What a mess of perfect smiles shuffled back

To those reasons turned up so loud and clear

Lost entirely, yet replicated in my fears

Maybe tonight will break apart your rite"

7 Inches Of Snow

Feel asleep writing this post, jeez it's late.

Here we have a fearless Mothball, ready to take on whatever daring challenge Empire Canyon presents him. Confined by dangerous and over-cautious weather conditions might have restricted new achievements on the back-country routes, but enlightenment through refining inscribed skills brightens the soul. Just like riding a bike your abilities return instantly upon the first jump off the lift.

Once again righteously rivaling last time, euphoria passively transpired throughout the escapades. To release everything from your body as you transform into a blur down the cliff flashes signs of attained Nirvana. Interrupting this experience to help any and every downed young participant brings peace to the soul. Southern hospitality erupting snow covered mountains.

Songs grow out of these kinds of spiritual experiences

I can't dodge my calling. Infected with a conspiring virus to expand music beyond any decibel level possible consumes all my thoughts. The very second I hear riveting sound in my head or around me, I lose my mind in it. Witnessing absolute madness in performances excites every tingling sense in my body.

Isn't it funny referring something young as old?

If you want to join me along this journey:

Call yourself one of the Falcohlics.

Buried in Snow

Apologize for the lack of posts, however recording the new album has been a very demanding task. The tunes are unique and infused with every ounce of passion Josie and I are able to create. Manipulating every note into emotional symmetry takes full concentration and delivery. Listen up for what will be coming your way soon.

But for now, I head out west for some snowy mountain relaxation and dubsteppin' tranquillity.

Best Live

"I've been dancing in the bathroom stalls,

Excreting words meant for this song.

Well,I'm kicking in windows.

It makes music to me. "

Throat Arrow Monster

Beware...

Hooray! It's a 7 Day!

The eve of this seventh day inscribed an extraordinary alteration of perfection. Subtraction by addition equals creation of new meaning. Inside the original heart of the song, a new perspective is injected to better explain the story unfolding. Surprisingly the transition to the new structure and cues went smoothly, as the howl Josie let out by take three replayed beautifully.

Crabfederate.

Spare Time...

Taa Daa!!!