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Enough bowing down to disillusion! Hats off & applause to rogues & revolution! The ripple ef

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"(Art)... rescues us from our self chosen triviality, to which we are so prone. It is like a deep organ note that makes my hair stir and a shiver run through me. I 'pull back' from life, like a camera taking a long shot with a wide angle lens. I quite simply become aware of more reality than before." -Colin Wilson (The Occult)When I first read this quote, it truly effected me. I felt like someone had finally spoken an iota of truth about creativity and the process it allows to both the creator and the observer. It helped certainties that I have held dear for so long, resonate even deeper within me. And it inevitably made me muse about what we do as a band and group of friends who come together and through a symbiotic chaos of sorts make art and sound. The gratitude I and my friends feel is beyond measure. Gratitude for the experience itself and gratitude to the people who have lent us their attention, if even for three and half minutes.Now on our sixth album, we (Incubus) have been writing music together long enough that there is a sense of perspective available that has only come to us with time. Some of our earlier works, though pure and even fun at times, lent to a sense of disorganization; a readily apparent lack of focus in my opinion. I have always said, "Yeah, we suck...but we're really good at it!"'Light Grenades' is a very new perspective for Incubus. Working, once again, with Super Producer, 'Brendan O'Brien', we spent more time crafting, and sculpting these songs than we ever have historically. Every album we had ever made was written in eight weeks and recorded in eight weeks. A long time by some standards, but alarmingly brief by most. It's not that we were rushed, we just like working quickly. We wrote twenty-something songs during this sitting. Like proof readers on meth, we devoured songs and only let them live if they excited, surprised and inspired us all! In a nut shell, it took about a year.'Dig' was toiled over the most I remember because it is the kind of song that is completely new to us. Structurally, integrally, and fundamentally different. And thank- fucking- God. Lyrically, it's a nod to camaraderie. And without pepperin' ya'lls interpretation of it too much, it speaks to the importance of forgiveness and compassion. Little alien concepts that some choose to toy with on occasion.'A Kiss to Send Us Off' shows Incubus in our most primal incarnation. It floors you but simultaneously leaves you thinking. But seriously, that song puts my balls in a vacuum cleaner hose and turns the power to 12. It hurts sometimes, but it leaves my balls satisfied and clean. Think about THAT!'Anna-Molly' delivers a similar push but has a far more sophisticated bent, in that it rocks, but conjures imagery of a girl that I can see in my minds eye but most likely doesn't exist. Therefore being a bit of an anomaly. I guess that is relatively sophisticated...right? Fuck. I actually hate trying to explain what these or any of our songs mean! And it's really not fair for me to condescend to do that in the first place. If you care to, let them be about whatever you want. Our single, 'Megalomaniac' from our last album (A Crow Left Of the Murder) was interpreted in ways that I never intended. It wasn't far from home base, but was nowhere near as case specific as it seemed. Which is fine with us. Good! Think of it what you will. And for doG's sake, start your own band!While home over the past two years, we had a chance to unpack for the first time in almost a decade. Isn't it interesting that to so many people we are a new band, while we have been writing music together, for better or worse, for fifteen years now. Coming home in November of 2004 was an important decision. Not only were we road weary and dried up, but each one of us in his own way needed to step back from the monster that we had created and re-access what had transpired.Michael Einziger, in his down time, wrote original music for a surf documentary entitled 'Flow' (Directed by Josh Landon) and was nominated at XDance film festival for best original score. I peed on the same tree as well, but lent my speaking voice to narrate the story of said documentary. And yes, I sounded fucking sexy. Michael also lent his producing skills to his brother's band, Agent Sparks, and is also currently involved with the scores of several motion pictures.I have been feverishly working on the follow up to my self published book entitled, 'White Fluffy Clouds', and expect the newbie to be available for criticism by December of 2006. 'From the Murks of the Sultry Abyss' is a compendium of images both real and unreal; painted, photographed, scratched and typed.Jose Pasillas has been exploring his love of art in mixed mediums from canvas, to computer and everything in between. And by day he happily frolics through the grasslands of his hometown with his two feline friends. (Total hippy.)DJ Chris Kilmore spent the past few years expanding upon his already stellar reputation as a world class DJ by learning and incorporating a bevy of new instruments into our fold. Turntables, the Theremin, and Moog keys have been creeping into our collective via Chris for some time. But the Guitar-o-phone, Mellotron, Fender Roads, and the kitchen sink are welcomed suprises! Thanks Kil.Ben Kenney has been writing music and performing with his side project, 'The Division Group', and produced the latest album from a young band called 'The Smyrk'.All this and we still managed to conceive and carry out what I believe to be our most worthy album to date. If ever asked which album I preferred personally in our arsenal of sound, I would invariably tell you that I most liked whatever was the latest. But this time, I really mean it!I think I can speak for my band when I say that we are interested in movement, experimentation and freedom. Being in this band has allowed us the freedom to move in and around other artistic endeavors. Like meandering streams we each wandered off over the past two years; only to be drawn unconsciously back to the ocean where all streams converge. And thus composed 'Light Grenades', our sixth studio album.What I am getting at (sort of) is that art has rescued us in many ways. Through circumstance, chance, good fortune, a teeny, weeny bit of talent, and an ardor for expressivity, Incubus has survived long enough to garnish a perspective onto itself. "Like a camera taking a long shot with a wide angle lens," we conjured 'Light Grenades'; a forty-seven and some odd seconds long bulbous mass of sound and intention captured on tape. 'Light Grenades' that explode with consciousness, light, art and mind. If you enjoy it, we thank you. If not? Then my dog is French and he already pooped under your pillow.-Brandon ~~What side of Brandon Boyd do you love?~~
~Creative Brandon~ He has wrote a book, and is one terrific artist.You love Brandon when he is artsy and dreamy and creative! His lyrics that he has wrote touch you, and they are very spiritual, and soulful. You know some great talent that this guy has. Rock on. Please rate.
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Light Grenades LyricsQUICKSAND [2.13] OK… now the monster is awake. It won’t rest until there’s nothing left. Maybe ever & anon I forget about the pain. Someone bending light comes along & flowers lean towards the sun. Some people fall in love & touch the sky Some people fall in love & find quicksand. I hover somewhere in between… I swear… I can’t make up my mind.
A KISS TO SEND US OFF [4.16] Meet me here On November 11th, come alone. Bring your mouth & selective irreverence we’ll both see stars. Just… one more tongue kiss before the sky it falls out from this cloud we’re hovering on! (A kiss to send us off! A kiss to send us off! A kiss to send us off!) Kill your doubt With the coldest of weapons; confidence. No more words just the sound of resplendent tongues colliding. One more tongue kiss before the sky it falls out from this cloud we’re hovering on! (A kiss to send us off! A kiss to send us off! A kiss to send us off!) Here I am there you are on a wire connecting our hearts there’s a string that is tied to a kite. There’s a storm in the sky now the clouds become electric. Here I am there you are. Could I… Have a… Kiss to send us off? A Kiss to send us off! A kiss to send us off! A Kiss to send us off! A kiss to send us off! A Kiss to send us off!DIG [4.17] We all have a weakness But some of ours are easier to identify. Look me in the eye & ask for forgiveness; we’ll make a pact to never speak that word again. Yes, you are my friend. We all have something that digs us, at least we dig each other. So when weakness turns my ego up I know you’ll count on the me from yesterday. If I turn into another dig me up from under what is covering the better part of me. Sing this song remind me that we’ll always have each other when everything else is gone. We all have a sickness that cleverly attaches & multiplies No matter how we try. We all have someone that digs at us, at least we dig each other. So when sickness turns my ego up I know you’ll act as a clever medicine. If I turn into another dig me up from under what is covering The better part of me. Sing this song! Remind me that we’ll always have each other when everything else is gone. OK, each other… when everything else is gone.ANNA MOLLY [3.46] A cloud hangs over this city by the sea. I watch the ships pass & wonder if she might be out there & sober as well from loneliness. Please do persist, girl it’s time we met & made a mess. I picture your face at the back of my eyes. A fire in the attic, a proof of the prize! Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly. A cloud hangs over & mutes my happiness. A thousand ships couldn’t sail me back from distress. Wish you were here I’m a wounded satellite. I need you now, put me back together, make me right. I picture your face at the back of my eyes. A fire in the attic, a proof of the prize! Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly. I’m calling your name up into the air. Not one of the others could ever compare! Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly! Wait… there is a light… there is a fire De-fragmenting the attic. Fate? Or something better? I could care less, just stay with me a while. Wait… there is a light… there is a fire illuminated attic. Fate? Or something better? I could care less, just stay with me a while. I picture your face at the back of my eyes. A fire in the attic, a proof of the prize! Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly. I’m calling your name up into the air. Not one of the others could ever compare! Anna-Molly, Anna-Molly!LOVE HURTS [3.57] Tonight we drink to youth & holding fast to truth. (I don’t want to lose what I had as a boy.) My heart still has a beat but love is now a feat (as common as a cold day in LA.) Sometimes when I’m alone, I wonder/is there a spell that I am under Keeping me from seeing the real thing? Love hurts… but sometimes it’s a good hurt & it feels like I’m alive. Love sings when it transcends the bad things. Have a heart & try me, ‘cause without love I won’t survive. I’m fettered & abused I stand naked & accused. (should I surface this one man submarine?) I only want the truth So tonight we drink to youth! (I’ll never lose what I had as a boy.) Sometimes when I’m alone, I wonder is there a spell that I am under/keeping me from seeing the real thing? Love hurts… but sometimes it’s a good hurt & it feels like I’m alive. Love sings when it transcends the bad things. Have a heart & try me, ‘cause without love I won’t survive.LIGHT GRENADES [2.20] We’re given a garden & gave back a parking lot. (we got about fifteen minutes to go…) Before this audience starts throwing tomatoes, yeah! (it’s not the end, there is more show! We got about fifteen minutes to go!) Survived the plague, floated the flood Just peeked our heads above the mud. No one’s immune, deadening bells, My God, will we survive ourselves?! I’m not an alarmist but someone should break the glass (& pull that red, T-lever down!) to get their attention start lobbing the light grenades (that burst & blind them with the truth, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!) Survived the plague, floated the flood, just peeked our heads above the mud. No one’s immune, deafening bells, my God, will we survive ourselves?! Survived the plague, floated the flood just peeked out heads above the mud. Wipe off your face, we’ve come this far. Come on, remember who you are. Come on! Remember who you are! (Remember! Remember!) Come one! Remember who you are! (Remember! Remember!) Come on, Remember who you are!!!!!!EARTH TO BELLA (PART I) [2.28] Earth to Bella, you think you’ve got it all figured in. Earth to Bella, Everything you know is wrong. Well, almost. Earth to Bella, I’ve seen when you are not listening. I bear the burden of being the voice that lets you know we all grow old, & before you swim you gotta be OK to sink. Earth to Bells, the world can be an unfriendly place. So hold your head up & do your best to save some face. It’s not so hard… just undo yourself & see a second sun ascend. I’m OK to sink. OK to sink. I’m OK to sink. OK to sink.OIL & WATER [3.50] You & I are like oil & water & we’ve been trying, trying, trying ohhhhh, to mix it up. We’ve been dancing on a volcano & we’ve been crying, crying, crying over blackened souls. Babe, this wouldn’t be the first time. It will not be the last time. There is no parasol that could shelter this weather. I been smiling with anchors on my shoulders But I’ve been dying, dying, dying ohhh, ohhh, oh to let them go. Babe, this wouldn’t be the first time. It will not be the last time. There is no parasol that could shelter this weather. Babe, this wouldn’t be the first time. It will not be the last time. We were trying to believe everything would get better. We been lying to each other Hey! Babe! Let’s just call it, call it, call it Ohhhhhhhhhhh, what it is! Oil & water! Oil & water! Oil & water!DIAMONDS & COAL [3.47] If it’s good to complicate than both of us are doing fine. Just keep your eyes on your part & leave me alone to mine. If it’s good to instigate than we’re a fast horse, bet on us. I’m not calling you an animal I think we just fight too much. Hey now, in spite of this we’re doing just fine even diamonds start as coal. We’re both aligned in framed of mind but circumstance has got us good. & now you’re seeing a side of me I wished no one ever would. Yeah, if it’s right to pick a fight, we’re fingers in a sugar bowl. Love isn’t perfect, even diamonds start out as coal. Come on, in spite of this we’re doing just fine even diamonds start as coal. Give us time to shine even diamonds start as coal. Even diamonds start as coal. We’re incomplete & infantine even diamonds start as coal. Give it time girl, the fire feels divine. The sweetest things they burn before they shine. We think way too much look at us losing touch! A promise is a promise until… Yeah, in spite of this we’re doing just fine even diamonds start as coal. Give us time to shine Even diamonds starts as coal. Even diamonds start as coal. We’re incomplete & infantine even diamonds start as coal.ROGUES [3.56] I’m keeping an eye on the future/an eye on the past & the present in my pocket/just in case I need a door… into a brave new world where all solutions end up with my head. Buried to my neck in sand. Enough, enough bowing down to disillusion! Hats off & applause to rogues & evolution! The ripple effect is too good not to mention. If you’re not affected, you’re not paying attention! It’s too good, too good, not to have an effect. I’m keeping an eye on the pulse an ear to the track & penance in a locket I’m dropping from the highest floor. When it hits ground I watch it smash to pieces. Songs of liberation echo from the dust. The dust. Enough bowing down to disillusion! Hats off & applause to rogues & evolution! The ripple effect is too good not to mention. If you’re not affected, you’re not paying attention! It’s too good, too good, not to have an effect! Enough, enough, enough, enough, enough! Enough bowing down to disillusion! Hats off & applause to rogues & revolution! The ripple effect is too good not to mention. If you’re not affected, you’re not paying attention! It’s too good, too good, too good… yes.PAPER SHOES [4.17] I fly/I soar/this I adore. & then like a locomotive the sound of your sorrow comes. I’m tired of the way it feels I only apologized to you to make you feel better But I think I’ve outgrown that horsehair sweater. I’d rather be alone you’re ‘bout as reliable as paper shoes in bad weathers, but pain will roll off like water on feather. You’d fly/you’d soar. But then like a locomotive the sound of your sorrow comes. I’m tired of the way it feels I only apologized to you to make you feel better but I think I’ve outgrown that horsehair sweater. I’d rather be on my own you’re ‘bout as reliable as paper shoes in bad weathers, but pain will roll off like water on feathers. I’m tired of the way it feels I only apologized to you to make you feel better but I think I’ve outgrown that horsehair sweater. I’d rather be alone You’re ‘bout as reliable as paper shoes in bad weathers but pain will roll off like water on feathers.PENDULOUS THREADS [5.35] Mend this careless thread, it’s gone askew. (Thread on my sweater is pendulous, step back & pull it. Watch it unravel faster than a speeding bullet.) Or pull & see how much we can undo. (Thread on my sweater is pendulous, step back & pull it. Watch it unravel faster than a speeding bullet.) On a burning bridge, your options are minimal at best. Depending on where you’re standing & how much breath is in your chest. If it came down to it would you high-tail home & hide? Or dance on fire & enjoy the ride? Mend this careless thread, it’s gone askew. (Thread on my sweater is pendulous, step back & pull it. Watch it unravel faster than a speeding bullet!) Or pull & see how much we can undo. (Thread on my sweater is pendulous, step back & pull it. Watch it unravel faster than a speeding bullet! At the heart of it all. That innermost, your fiery core there’s an amassing armor & it’s building you into a bore. Life’s a match in a gas tank don’t ever mourn the ebbing tide, just dance on fire & enjoy the ride! Hey! Mend this careless thread, it’s gone askew. (Thread on my sweater is pendulous, step back & pull it. Watch it unravel faster than a speeding bullet!) Or pull & see how much we can undo. (Thread on my sweater is pendulous, step back & pull it. Watch it unravel faster than a speeding bullet!)EARTH TO BELLA (PART II) [2.56] Earth to Bella, this is a quiet emergency. Earth to Bella, there’s so much more to get then wronged. Earth to Bella, you’re treading water successfully. But are you really? Don’t you want to see the deep? It’s not so hard. Just forgive yourself & feel the water open in.
This is of course not Brandon Boyd but just a huge fan of incubus and of brandon... my personal myspace is www.myspace.com/incubusmalegroupie

Music:

Enjoy Incubus
Fungus Amoungus
S.C.I.E.N.C.E
Make Yourself
Morning View
A Crow Left Of The Murder
Light Grenades(November 2006)

Television:

“What if your brain, unexpectedly and suddenly, Picked out things to flip around and view a lot differently?” –Take Me To Your Leader“We've painted a picture, now we're drowning in paint Lets figure out what the fuck it's about before the picture we painted chews us up and spits us out I'm sick of painting in black and white my pen is dry, now I'm uptight So sick of limiting myself to fit your definition Redefine” –Redefine
“If you let them fuck you There will be no foreplay But rest assured they’ll screw you complete Till' your ass is blue and grey” –Make Yourself“I don't want to talk to you anymore I'm afraid of what I might say I bite my tongue every time you come around Cause blood in my mouth beats blood on the ground” –Blood On The Ground“I'm in over my head, I need a pick-me-up Its easy to get high when you're standing on our backs, man Will anything ever be good enough for you? Stand on your own, hold your water if you can” –Leech
“Enough bowing down to disillusion! Hats off & applause to rogues & revolution! The ripple effect is too good not to mention. If you’re not affected, you’re not paying attention!” –Rogues

Books:

White Fluffy Clouds
From the Murks of the Sultry Abyss(To be released in December of 2006)

My Blog

Anna Molly

Well, so i wrote the blog for dig about a week or 2 ago and decided to give it a lil bit before doing this particular song but now i feel it is time.. Of course we are onto what is the first single of...
Posted by Brandon Boyd Fanclub on Tue, 26 Dec 2006 09:28:00 PST

Dig

Time for the third track off of light grenades... "Dig"   We all have a weakness But some of ours are easier to identify. Look me in the eye, and ask for forgiveness.We'll make a pact to never sp...
Posted by Brandon Boyd Fanclub on Mon, 11 Dec 2006 05:23:00 PST

A Kiss To Send Us Off

Ok, time for the next song. A KISS TO SEND US OFF [4.16] Meet me here On November 11th, come alone. Bring your mouth & selective irreverence we'll both see stars. Just& one more tongue kiss befor...
Posted by Brandon Boyd Fanclub on Thu, 07 Dec 2006 02:34:00 PST

Quicksand

Ok, so first and foremost I hope everyone is doing phenominal. Myself, I'm alright. You know could be better could be worse. So I had this idea last night and ironically enough my friend had the same ...
Posted by Brandon Boyd Fanclub on Wed, 06 Dec 2006 08:04:00 PST

Just To Get This Out There

Even though this is all Brandon, the whole band is just as important. Brandon alone does not create the music we all love. It is a group effort. So make sure you give Jose, Ben, Mike, and Chris(DJ Kil...
Posted by Brandon Boyd Fanclub on Tue, 10 Oct 2006 07:40:00 PST