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Karl-Christoph (NEW SONG+NEW BLOG+KELSEY COVER!)

About Me


From a bare apartment with empty wardrobes and lipsticked mirrors
I awoke to a person I once loved before they disappeared,
they were lying so very still,
their lips were peeled,
like they had tried to scratch away the imprints others marked when they were full and leaking with seduction.
I wandered if I should leave, or just watch her body breathe,
while she sleeps, like she did so long ago.
Instead,
I just walked to the bed,
cuddled up and fell into dream.
I was on train in the early hours of the morning,
fighting sleep, listening to my chattering teeth
while a passenger behind me snored awkwardly.
Out the window I looked,
I remembered old times,
of highway drives and op shop stops,
swappin' movie lines like lovers rhymes.
it never got old, never got too cold never felt not right.
In hypnotic swirl that mixed heaven and earth,
my eyes watched the thoughts of a messenger bird.
It couldn't make up it's mind where his heart lay or once lied,
because he'd never known home, never felt loved, never been hugged tight.
I felt so saddened inside as his eyes stared back into mine,
bloodshot red, inflamed white, twisting nerve joints dry.
I awoke in a hang-over of coke, though still doped and unable to see anything else
but the downhill drop as I scoped how far from here there was to go.
And the apartments still bare, the wardrobes unclothed,
you wrote you missed me on the mirror like you did so long ago,
though you look so changed when we both finally awoke,
I realized there's some things that time can never mend,
i guess we're all once virgins, once shy, once in love and then never again.
loud-mouthed, under-worked, over-priced whores, down black road ally's of childhood memories. so distant but the anguish never grows old. draw with crayon, crayfish blue, idea's and dreams that sequin plait the disease you're father has. unable to keep his hands out of his pants and overworked plans of seductive desires for your friend who's barely a year older than you. she doesn't suspect it though, just runs with wide arms, welcoming harm like it was never harm at all. through four year old eyes i would identify certain frames of mind, i could almost predict with crayfish blue crayon accuracy; how everything would pan out. and blankets warm like scones in the bare palm of your hand, warm enough to touch, to break and to smear with jam, still wet with sugar, trying to wash away the dirt that sticks like glue and you feel dirty even when you wash it off. remember every second when, you lie awake trying to shake these visions to dreams. grab a pen and write it down, try to leak it out with permanent ink so someone can read it, so it wont eventually wash away like the jam that got ya' feeling dirty for days.
Across the sky, bats swooped low like hawks waiting to catch prey off guard and instantly and incessantly strike till eyes were struck as rough long talons scratched and scuffed the sight of those they once loved.
And cracks formed as daybreak broke like a locust swarm and drove the darkness like a warning, as thunder struck from the hand of Thor. We walked four steps at a time, our steps breaking my thoughts, so hypnotizing, a distracting rhyme keeping me swaying but following a direct line, a rusty road formed the way back home as I watched lonesome signs stick up from the ground every 8 km's or so.
There’s a certain feeling you get when your lost in your thoughts, so drugged up that some memories hurt, literally stopping the breath from leaving your chest. I watched you throw the butt of a smoke away like it was one of the last things you loved until it hit the ground and you kept walking. I couldn't help 'but' wander how many other things you had thrown out of your life so easily but without a second guess or second thought.
Your hand had a pocket radio playing some Christian song about a son the never made his way back home, and I thought to my self how Christians are always the first to throw the stone and how once they do a mountain falls, for some belief in hope of god.
I took a tissue, lifting my left arm and blew my nose, only to find the only thing I could release was smoke and I could not avail no matter how hard I would try and blow. It got me thinking about how once it was gone that part of me would go and leave me forever, to lay in waste in cold folds of paper, like a casket wrapped out tight and lowered, thrown out, trashed and replaced by others carrying baskets full of other needless shit they wouldn't need if I asked them. While thousands are dying open armed and starving.
'I came to', I was on the ground, so fucked up but happy with what I had realized, That tongues are twisted while they spin caramelized words and drip bitter metaphorical litter that whips like leather those that actually think before just taking it in.
Rising from my fall while shaking with withdrawals, I bit my lips salting my own wound so sweetly, put one foot in front of the other neatly, as to not fall, balanced my shoulders and continued to crawl, one step at a time back home.
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Member Since: 24/06/2007
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Influences: There are so many influences that affect my writing and the music i create. The way I see things, love, politics, grief, health, mental state of mind, changes, season, temperature, location, star formation, desires and temptation, every day becomes a new equation with different situations. I listen to a lot of different genres and styles. I think what you listen to definitely plays a role in what inspires and influences you. Here is a list of artists that get high rotation on my iTunes.

Conor Oberst, Bright eyes, Annuals, Elliott Smith, Bob Dylan, Manchester Orchestra, Sea Wolf, Right away, Great Captain, Bayside, Cat Power, Cursive, Death Cab For Cutie, I Heart Hiroshima, Adam Gnade, Silversun Pickups, Lisa Mitchell, Eminem, Dispatch, William Fitzsimmons, Charles Baby, The Honorary Title, Damien Rice, Brand New, Lenard Cohen, Bentron Autobot, Soko, Band of Horses, The Brian Jonestown Massacre son-ambulance, Band Of Horses, Owl City, Bedouin Soundclash, Broken Social Scene, Casiotone for the Painfully Alone, The Sounds of Animals Fighting, Cat Stevens, Sufjan Stevens, The Dinner Party Ambience, The Buffseeds, The Velvet Underground, As Cities Burn, The Weepies, The Teenagers, Sleep Decade, Jet, Chase Coy, Bat for Lashes, Gorrilaz, David Ford, Tom Milekovic, Tender Forever, Whitley, Xavier Rudd, The Fray, Glen Hansard, Explosions in the Sky, Andrew Landon, Fionn Regan, Sigur Ros', Ellington, Strays Don't Sleep, Dntel, Dashboard Confessional, Stars, Pink Floyd, Sparklehorse, Coldplay, Park Ave. , Coco Rosie, Holly Throsby, David Gray, Her Space Holiday, Jack's Mannequin, Johnny Cash, John Denver, Kevin Devine, The Libertines, Like...Alaska, Max Wilkinson, mewithoutYou, Neva Dinova, Nick Drake, The Notwist, Owen, The Postal Service, Radiohead, The Rolling Stones, Angus and Julia Stone, Ryan Adams, Saetia.
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The distance between where you are and where you want to be.

10 step dance.
Ten candles flicker willing to be blown out with nine shades of darkness clouding my eyes. Eight smiles broken in laughter as together we smile with seven passed glances at one another. Six steps I took to reach you as five onlookers watched my movements across the dance floor. Four seconds of silence stifled the three piece band playing as our eyes looked at one another. Two hearts were surrendered as we shared one last dance.

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My Blog

A one-sided chess match with time.

I've never really felt more ghost like, it was a sort of ache that left the bones and traveled out of your skin some how,but it left this overwhelming want to regain wholeness again. My whole life I'v...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Sep 2009 12:22:00 GMT

I still love you like I never did and always will

Maybe I just need a lover, that needs me more than them,a girl to lend me her shoulder so I can find somewhere to rest my head.There will be no constriction in my chest, just the bones that shape our ...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Aug 2009 07:23:00 GMT

Love is a sickness and i always get fucked over.

Love is a sickness.There's a silence that breaks the tongues of those who've tasted,and once there lips have been parted all of their virtues have been wasted. They are not that same person, they are ...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Aug 2009 21:10:00 GMT

NEWS! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Hey Everyone ^_^!Okay, so I know it's been longer than I said it would be, BUT! Album/EP Will be out very soon. Just finalizing the tracks and re-recording ones I'm not happy with. Then they're off to...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Aug 2009 11:51:00 GMT

beds of roses.

In a bed of roses, lay two birds wrapped in dream,across from a sidewalk of a mid western kinda' street. Where a man came to watch his watch and try to eat,before hurrying back to wherever I guess tha...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Aug 2009 10:15:00 GMT

A cure to save the sick.

Let's pretend that there's a cure to save the sick,and I'm talking about those who feel they are but really aren't,because its all in their head, they just choose to stay in bed, and pretend that ther...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Aug 2009 12:12:00 GMT

String of Ears

A string of ears lays waste around my hips,belted with intentions that were sorely missed and mislead. We're drowning our hopes, for sidewalks instead, but when will this end?When can the stars shine ...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Jul 2009 09:18:00 GMT

Seeds seasoned and well laid.

Sometimes everyone needs to feel somewhat empty.Beds are placed like tents, in forests of innocence, but its been so long since i've slept there. Oil now laces each strand of my hair and my eyes are w...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Jul 2009 07:30:00 GMT

Stitches

I've got my fingers covered,and this story is all I have.I don't want to share it, but i'll trade it for new hands,because i lost the words,and the day don't shine so bright, twisting in sheets and fe...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Jun 2009 12:16:00 GMT

Two sides of the coin.

Two sides of the coin.I turn over to your head half on my pillow and I'm going to kiss your forehead while you sleep, I know it helps you sleep well. And in the morning you'll rise, and kiss my cheek ...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jun 2009 10:18:00 GMT