the earthenware yawn

Music:

Member Since: 20/01/2007
Band Members:
THOM : vocals, guitar, keys, drums

JACE : percussionz, drums, yelping

JAKE : bass!

MAT : vocals, guitar, keys, drums

sometimes christina and corey and brendan played with us
Influences:
Sounds Like: some of the various accounts of how exactly the earthenware yawn came into existence:
- What most people do not know that sardine juice is quite intoxicating, and this is because they just throw it away. in fact, the next time you indulge in a can of sardines, notice that you will have no inclinations to use the juice. Now the reason for the juice having quite intoxicating properties was that sardines are a type of fish that can sometimes contain mercury which is slightly poisionous and anyone can tell you that edging towards death is the ultimate intoxication. Well anyways, one known as Carl the cat would wake up every morning hung over on sardine juice. All through the winter season he continued this sardine juice binge and near the end of winter, Jackie Onasis said to him "Carl, you know mercury is what they put in thermometers.” Carl had not yet considered this, but it was already too late. So when spring time finally came, Carl started expanding as the mercury inside him also expanded. But the mercury inside had taken on a different form. In fact, it had gained the will to live, and finally when Carl the cat's mercury broke free, it brought beautiful music into the world, for it had taken not one, but 4 forms. And Jackie O asked god if she should get rid of them. And god said no, for the nameless mercury of carl the cat is just what everyone needs in their life and everything was good because Carl the cat had created the earthenware yawn. And carl just kept drinking that sardine juice. That beautiful sardine juice. {end}

Sometime around the year 1517 a young yeoman was plowing the fields. This instance was later recalled in the 1646 novel "The Publisher's Hand" by the most famous author of the time, Arthur O'Callighan. He would die fourteen years later complaining of an odd pain in his left side and neck. His last words however were the form of an odd exhalation in which his teeth were fully bourne and his throat widened completely. His last words were never mentioned again by his wife, the only witness to his death. After writing it down in her journal, she threw the scrolls into a fire and left the scene till she was burned in the same fire forty-seven years later. After another two hundred years the ashes of the same scrolls were found floating down the Euphrates River. After several hours of careful placing and arranging the following words were discovered: "Lo Sbadiglio delle Terraglie." Shortly after this finding the other scrolls Arthur kept in his study were uncovered, yet they bore no resemblence to the others and really had no historical importance whatsoever. Later, in the Anno Domini 2005, an idea was born out of the head of one child and sent into the mind of another. The girl sent it to another mind and that boy transmitted it to another. And thus, the group was birthed. Taking their name from a literal translation of what the first child's favourite author once said while dying, they called themselves the earthenware yawn. Now, through the medium of noise, they are sending out those ideas to all the young minds throughout the world. {end}

at some point in time, there was a incredible animal of wonder. this animal was amongst the most beautiful sights imaginable, this said animal also had a certain desire, as did all of its kind. they wanted more than anything (outside of survival and a chance to reproduce) to make beautiful music. what did they do about it you ask? they sang. they all sang. the population of these animals at any given point in their species reign was rather large, when these interesting creatures lived, they were obviously the most abundant of all animals out there, outnumbering them greatly at the time. it was well known to everything around that this animal was the most beautiful sight but the same could not be said of their sound. they sang and sang and belted out toons in practice for their entire life spans, just to sound as they appeared.. beautiful. it seemed doubtful that any of these beings would ever fufill their lifes goal to sing beautifully. every second of every day and every day of every week and every week of every fort-night and every fort-night of every month and so on and so forth these spectacular specimens were singing in attempt to sound as they looked. and finally after enduring such pain for as long as all the other regular species did in listening to all the beautiful animals singing, the animals of wonder died.. but dont be so quick as to assume they were insignifigant regular old deaths, because you would be sorely mistaken. infact, all these animals that happened to die at the same moment all over whereever it was that they inhabited died very painfully but still beautifully. you see it rained for the first time in thier exsistance and as it turns out in their world rain is actually very similar to what we know to as molten lava. the animals were all singing and didnt hear the shrieks of the lava hurling through the atomosphere towards them. every other animal didnt get hurt by the lava because they heard it coming, you see every sound other than the dreading singing was a splendid adventure so they made sure to pay attention. all the beautiful animals died, turned to a thin cloud and forever have been known as rainbows. although, the most important part of all of this... is that, when the rainbow animals transformed into colored clouds, beautiful music filtered through the air and became known as the earthenware yawn. so, in the end, the animals achieved their goals to be the most beautiful sight, and to create beautiful music! [end]

the next time you drive a car at high speeds through the skirting rain, look at your windows...perhaps you'll notice those raindrops abound in flocks upon the glass, voyaging like little gamete-pilgrims across its flat surface, only to reach the edge and fling into the grey abyss...you may look away, and you may think "it's just the rain," but don't be fooled because, you see, the rain is NEVER just the rain...it has intricacies you could only dream of...................a raindrop's purpose rests in a collision... but then again, whose doesn't?...this particular collison is that of the drop and the earth, or the asphault, or the cement, or the tile, and so on and so forth... to fully discover itself, a raindrop must reach the bottom of something... but once again, mustn't we all?...those miniature globes of water crawling along your car window could very easily, if they had the motivation (or the bribery), stay right where they are, freeze completely, stop it all in one instant...and if this were to occur, chaos would ensue...when we normally think of chaos, we picture violence, blood, bright flashing red, and movement, in every direction...but true chaos, you know, is the ceasing of everything...and so the raindrops retain their motion, they propell the universe's flow, and in turn make life for us measly humans all the more enjoyable...and that ultimate self-fulfillment of the final collision, that divine propulsion into the grains of the earth, that ubiquitous pitter-patter, that musky aroma of water on cement, the raindrops have a name for this...they call it the earthenware yawn. {end}
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