Contemplating Troy Davis |
it could be youwrong personwrong placewrong daydespite what we saythey'll shine us up all fancy for a dance before their peersand the streets will all start talkingdown that final hallway walkingthey'... Posted by corey.e.houlihan on Thu, 25 Sep 2008 07:17:00 PST |
The Quote Unquotes |
Yes, yes. 7/4 marked the debut performance of The Quote Unquotes a new adventure of a band consisting of Julia Carroll (vox, guitar, bass, percussion, Sean Kagalis (vox, guitar, percussion), Amy Lashl... Posted by corey.e.houlihan on Fri, 11 Jul 2008 07:06:00 PST |
the girl is slow to rise |
life is weighing downthe lessonsnever learnedshe's crying at nightlike whens her turnthe paint is getting dry nowwhile her cheeks are getting wetshe's turning down the coversalthough the sun it never ... Posted by corey.e.houlihan on Mon, 19 May 2008 11:45:00 PST |
Limp Wrist |
his last breath existsin a kiss limp wristbent lifelessthe beatings of his youthwere twice thisyet somehow that blow hit just righthis nose let loose a riverof everything they've ever said flowed bloo... Posted by corey.e.houlihan on Thu, 15 May 2008 05:10:00 PST |
Gonna Run (writing) |
well, i saw them hang herfrom that big 'ol treeand when she closed her eyesshe looked right through meand so I asked myselfSelf, where you gonna run to now?It's been forty years since that tree has se... Posted by corey.e.houlihan on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 12:59:00 PST |
abstract math (writing) |
consider the aftermath of abstract math divided by the time it takes a pessimist to laughhe was always wishing his day would finally come never grasping the concept that the world was on his tonguehe ... Posted by corey.e.houlihan on Sat, 15 Mar 2008 05:55:00 PST |
GOT ME (SHES ALRIGHT) (unfinished) |
made you a mix of love songsto show you where my heart isthrew it on a cassette tape cause burned cd's are heartlessmade you origami birdslike i was a japanese artist made 'em out of crossword puzzles... Posted by corey.e.houlihan on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 05:41:00 PST |
(writing) |
i’m not trying to be anythingbut eyes, ears, nose, throatlips, tongue, soulmy momma was the bluesmy daddy’s rock and roll i am ink stained train trackslong island sound abstractcarrying th... Posted by corey.e.houlihan on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 04:10:00 PST |
NO ONE COME (writing...) |
i've known painas intimate as this skini've run the edge along as deep as daily sin no one's come to save me the road was dust and stonewhen my feet finally failedit was i who fell aloneno one come to... Posted by corey.e.houlihan on Thu, 24 Jan 2008 07:29:00 PST |
TONGUE TIED |
we can smile like we're supposed tosing the songs they taught us oncebe the line thats drawnhalf way between 'cause the lights are slowly dimmingand the world just spins awaywe just stand here tongue ... Posted by corey.e.houlihan on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 03:18:00 PST |