Heart Full Of Hell |
Hearts full of Hell, in vain desireOnly what they can't aquireWhat they aquire into the fires feedOf their Hell-filled hearts unfulfilled needLonesome, lost and blindThey're reaching up for what they ... Posted by on Sun, 11 Mar 2007 17:33:00 GMT |
Dearest |
Dearest I've sleptand upon a sea of dreams set sail,Oceans reflectevery light that falls down from your starry veil,All in my sightare these waters rippling with you,My every tidepulled by your every ... Posted by on Sun, 25 Feb 2007 13:14:00 GMT |
Shows |
w/Michael Vermillion/Nathan Wade, 12/01/06 @ Allegro, Seattle WAw/Joshua Powell/Music of Grayface, 10/05/06 @ Skylark, Seattle WALive In Studio on KSER 90.7 08/23/06w/Hart & the Hurricane/Rosyvelt... Posted by on Wed, 20 Dec 2006 02:20:00 GMT |
cd review |
From Paul at www.recordparty.com:R. B. ReedOutsider BalladsBeep Repaired RecordsTodays sweet embrace is tomorrows strangle hold. R. B. ReedR. B. Reeds album Outsider Ballads is the perfect soundtrack ... Posted by on Mon, 26 Jun 2006 17:24:00 GMT |
i'm a hitchhiker of psychic landscapes |
i have no face, i have no name/ my mirror gleams these hidden planes/ i'm an empty flask, i am a clean slate/ i'm a hitchhiker of psychic landscapes/ ... Posted by on Thu, 04 May 2006 19:58:00 GMT |
For H. Hesse or Rev. Harry Powell |
we are conjugate, ourselves we separate and brand/ love and hate, wring together like a condemned man's clasped hands/ a dichotomy, on one hand a saint's conquering/ ... Posted by on Thu, 04 May 2006 19:56:00 GMT |
Not Your Average John |
behind the mask of civility, there's a monster waiting/ waiting for a chance to do a midnight dance with you/ beneath the calm of stability, there's a demon rising/ surfacing from the dephs of an i... Posted by on Thu, 04 May 2006 19:53:00 GMT |
As We Fall |
as we fall further down, all the colors fade into grey/ in the heart's sometime song an echo sounds, from the chamber where the feeling goes away/ my dea... Posted by on Thu, 04 May 2006 20:07:00 GMT |
taxidermied love |
wind your needles through my skin, trade my insides for dry cotton/ with glassy eyes, i'm the moments prize/ that's your taxidermied love/ on you... Posted by on Thu, 04 May 2006 20:01:00 GMT |
crusader song |
let's get to the heart of things, this discontent is so bourgeois/ each day feels like a dreary tea party with baudelaire or leautremont/ let's get to the heart of things, the veneers shining so dull... Posted by on Thu, 04 May 2006 20:13:00 GMT |