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The Art of Noise

Everyone thinks the same way, differently.

About Me

The barons of industry put inspiration on Hitler’s tongue The next century crashed hard with a loud sound like a starting gun It’s race for acquisition and to make more things that glow I got a knack for dodging bullets and flying zeros So I act like I am rich, try and make it my whole look Cause poor people don’t exist when times are goodMozart’s foster parents put cigarettes out in his ears When he got old enough to stutter he said I don’t listen but I-I-I can hear The eloquence of traffic, yeah the milk ponds sad lament It’s a requiem of moments I keep living through them But where’s the monster in the closet? I can’t find the hangman inside his hood I guess evil don’t exist when times are goodDoctor Oppenheimer winced when he felt the broken piece of his pace-maker Unbuttoned his shirt on a subway platform clutching his chest while his vision blurred He saw the bane of his creation, the destroyer of the world Yeah, truth can leap to solace or a life long bender It’s like wading through a wasteland where a town you love once stood You just cry each time you think of when times were goodNapoleon’s tailor dressed him in a giant hat and funny platform shoes Saying anyone can be a hero you just got to force people to look up to you So when you’re talking on a hotline to a suicidal soul Don’t let your voice sound like hot coffee more like a scented pillow And strive for understanding over being understood Just don’t let yourself forget when the times get good When the times get good

My Interests

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SXSW 2008: Dr. Dog, "California"
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My Blog

Going, Go In, Gone. Leaving, Leave In, Left.

She can't knowwhat tomorrow will holdshe'll go go goand find her soul.She'll take all the things she see'sand take everyplace she's beenSing a song about the journey, everything that's brought her her...
Posted by The Art of Noise on Fri, 24 Oct 2008 01:39:00 PST

A primal release.

In the end all the devil's men will gather around like fools to a fire.Salute the flag like a good christian, hand above your heart, "god bless America." (Mexican accent) "God bless us A god bless us ...
Posted by The Art of Noise on Sat, 18 Oct 2008 12:09:00 PST

Game time

I say, "everything is fine today, even though the skys are gray."The losers are the ones that don't play. and I say, "when you gonna walk away, I know it's going to be someday."The losers are the ones...
Posted by The Art of Noise on Sat, 24 Nov 2007 09:15:00 PST

Art of noise

Let's get dosed upLet's paint a pictureThem old dead boysGot the art of noise. Let's get dosed upLet's paint a picture Them old dead boysGot the art of noise.     There's a cupcake on the sn...
Posted by The Art of Noise on Sat, 24 Nov 2007 08:01:00 PST

Jodioly

You cracked your head on the dockyou never recovered from that.Now learning again how to talk. I know how dreams can let you downI've had a few rude awakenings myself. You've got to learn to live with...
Posted by The Art of Noise on Sun, 18 Nov 2007 02:18:00 PST

Ohhu

Hold my hand, walk with me.Take my hand, dance with me. Take me downdown to the water cause I need a drink.take me downmy lips are parched and I'll take anything.
Posted by The Art of Noise on Sat, 17 Nov 2007 08:01:00 PST

Calling All Flakes

Every color has a soundShe's been to hell she's been around.What goes up might never come down.When she goes up she might never come down. They've been calling all flakesIn these demon days. He knew d...
Posted by The Art of Noise on Mon, 12 Nov 2007 09:22:00 PST

Sister Margaret

In the graveyard liesSister Margaret.Barely born before she died,When her mother wept. If she were here todayI swear she'd sing with me.Sing to the rain.Sing to the sea. Oh how her voice would carry.H...
Posted by The Art of Noise on Sat, 10 Nov 2007 08:53:00 PST