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Name: seth
Country: United States
Birthday: 11/19/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: music- punk, ska, hardcore, emo,
drums, french horn, trumpet
go history, poli sci and lit major
Expertise: naked drumming
Occupation: Student
Industry: Hospitality
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AIM:  xSESCx
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Member Since:
6/10/2004
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| It's official...I'm moving to Belfast, Northern Ireland in September. cheers. | | |
| "Old School Reasons" (Alk 3)
I got these thoughts in my head
dirty as fuck and never leaving
and then best left unsaid
all the drinks under breath
got some shit off my chest
put on my back next to the monkey nest
that somebody left
with me the day I was born
I got a hole in my head
the size of lake fuckin' Michigan
my pipes lined in lead
got old school reasons to die
all my money's been spent
on a face lift via alcohol
this sinner repents
to an empty bathroom reflection
please take these two words
and do with them what you would like
It's a dream I had, drove me mad
just your time, just my fucking life
I got a bottle in hand
straight to the ground with all my memories
It's best left unsaid
when they've all been left behind
all my money's been spent
on a DIY lobotomy
this sinner repents
to a lake and bathroom mirror
please take these two words
and do with them what you would like
it's a dream I had, drove me mad
just your time, just my fucking life
so take these two words
and do with them what you would like
it's a dream you had, drove me mad
just your time, just my fucking life
and that's my life
over and over again
just my fucking life
it might seem meaningless to you
but it means everything to me
and I'm fucked without you
please take these words
and do with them what you would like
it's a dream I had, drove me mad
just your time, just my fucking life
and that's my life
over and over again
just my fucking life | | |
| Because everyone needs to see this: http://scheduletwo.com/video/john_k_samson/psalm_for_the_elks_lodge_last_call (Be sure to check out the videos from The Holdsteady, P.O.S, and the Cardinal Sin.) | | |
| "Nebraska"
Hey Mike, I wish I could
Help you figure something out,
But it's been too long since we spoke.
Your sarcasm radiates
Unhappiness
So withdrawn and rooted deep inside.
Are you content at twenty-seven?
Were you hopeful at seventeen?
A void the size of oceans
Stretches out between us
I guess our blood is suppose to be a bridge.
Can you pull yourself up
From this self-hatred?
Can you pull yourself up?
Frustration's driven you to angry dreams.
Let Nebraska disappear
In golden flames of grain.
I know you can't imagine
Having company right now.
There's a world of tired faces
Who understand this pain.
There's a better life
Waiting on the outside
Of these decaying walls.
Of these decaying walls.
Your bitterness doesn't surprise me
As these pointless days
Go screaming by.
Rejected sour eyes
Can't imagine blue skies.
Rejected sour eyes
Can't imagine blue skies.
I wish you could find something to live for,
Beside the agony of bleeding towards this last breath.
I truly believe that you want more than this (this is killing you).
I truly believe that you want more than this.
That what you want is very simple,
Somehow so complex to get.
That what you want is very simple,
Somehow so complex to get.
Please don't hate yourself.
I truly believe that you want more than this.
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