2009 November Archive
Numerical Poetics
I was exploring some old hard drives that I had been saving, thinking they had fallen victim to the dreaded “grinding death”. Upon plugging them in after over 3 years of being stored in an electrostatic bag in my closet, the damned thing booted up no problems. I had enough time to recover some lost lyrics/poetry. Here is a random file from the collection I restored.
SYN /ACK
5/22/2006: 10:50 PM
We will often dive off to see,
knowing quite well, knowing you quite well the peril.
A signature of Constantine instantly erased,
An arms race for bombs made of silver and gold,
It’s almost a shame your wore it… so long.
You forgot to recharge.
Is a bullet worth the sense or the cents.
Is it negative intent to prevent,
Who is to blame?
Who is to repent?
Still we’re creating massive kingdoms afire,
with selfish amazment regarding the food chain.
We love to image we’ve made of ourselves,
We hate to know our graves are 14 days old.
You are on your way for a better existence.
Encryption crumbles revealing fatal source code unethical to public eyes.
Displayed for a short while: the downfall of a comprimised consciousness.
I hear it pays well! But, it’s not the first time we’ve heard this tune.
The anger to the ends.
But what actually ends?
Danallan
thatwasthen hit the Galaxy Theater in Santa-Ana to play a show with Lukas Rossi and Juke Kartel on Friday, October 30th. As their costumed guests rocked out, our resident bad-ass videographer Adam Young made this video!
The song is called “Danallan” and is brand new for twt!
This track has special meaning to the boys in the twt. It is about a very good friend (Danallan) of a very good friend of ours named Omarr Escoffie. A few years ago, Omarr’s band Slow Car Crash suffered a tragic loss when they discovered their keyboardist, Danallan Atkins had passed. This song is for and about him.
Danallan
it rose that day
in perfect gray
the way it ended
but in the sea
tranquility
this is just…
this is just the start of it all
overdue to answer the call
the heaving sound
sinking down
welcome to the end of it all
ready, waiting, willing to fall
to something warm
like being born
how long has it been?
a rolling rest
and what comes next?
you will have answers
now safe from harm
like mother’s arms
it’s never felt so right
this is just the start of it all
overdue to answer the call
the heaving sound
sinking down
welcome to the end of it all
ready, waiting, willing to fall
to something warm
like being born
how long has it been?
I cannot forget
the silence that you kept
beside you every step
the harder that it gets
fly into the dark
sink into the deep
holding on to what you cannot name
or keep
this is just the start of it all
overdue to answer her call
like being born
