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M. Wayne Vogt

America is not at war. The Marine Corps is at war; America is at the mall.

About Me


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Honestly, I wish you well//They say I'm a story, but the legend is all wrong//Slip off what you don't want ripped off //Any fucking time...any fucking day// Let's get one thing straight from the get go...this glimpse of brilliance is better than a long look at mediocrity//And if I am Hell bound, come on light this body up and burn it down//It's a long way to heaven and a short way to hell, the painkillers won't help when the weight's not yourself//They say I'm a bad man and they're right...I'm a bad man, but baby I think a bad man could do you some good//Southbound you can taste the weather, and it feels like home//The Devil ain't got no hold on me, I've got the Devil and I'm swinging him by the tail//You're gonna sink wearing that heart of gold//I think she's ready to see that the world ain't so sweet nor so tender...//She got screwed up by religion, she got screwed by soccer players//Some nights it's just a crush..some nights it's blood lust// I will be your roller coaster without brakes, and make you love me baby... til your spirit aches//Gonna lose myself on some dark road tonight//And I hope your new man thinks of me when he sees what a number I did on you//When you try to make it stay it surely slips away//Sweet girl don't let go for the world, cause I'm not from here and I might never see you again// Rock me mama like the wind and the rain, rock me mama like a south-bound train//You'll never get too far staying in between the lines//Those hazel-green eyes have taken the life outta me before//Come on baby... let's watch it all burn//I know my dreams and I know my prayers and I could never take you there//Tell yourself it'll be okay, tell yourself I'll change//I won't mention that other man, don't you whisper no girls names to me//I'm afraid of nothin man..in fact i'm pretty sure I can fly//They say he's trouble waiting to happen//Nothin scars you deeper than the things you haven't done//If the girlfriends don't get you the sweethearts sure will//Let go or get dragged//Too much living is no way to die//Religion is for people who don't want to goto Hell and Spirituality if for those who have already been there//Don't fuck with the shrubbery on Center Street//Stand your ground and don't back down that's the only way to win, and when life throws a punch son you gotta take it on the chin//Certain songs get so scratched in our soul//She said I've laid beneath my lovers, but I've never gotten laid//Leave people better than you found them//What other people think about me is none of my business//There ain't no shame in just givin up an walkin away//Oh go where you may and do what you will, I will see you again on a sunnier day, and I know I'll love you still//When the Bible is a bottle and the hardwood floor is home, when morning comes twice a day or not at all.//We don't have a puppy anymore, we just have a dad//Hey fuckers...I'm on my own ipod!//They say you can't live in the past, but you're drivin there so fast//I ain't nobody's blue eyed son, just a handful of trouble on the run//You're a rainstorm, a fire, and a train wreck all wrapped up in ribbons and lace//Spending your whole life trying to erase the person you know you've been//Should've been smarter, I should've stronger, I should've been you//Guess I won't goto heaven unless I change my ways, give up everything that puts a smile on my face//She would have missed me more if I'd stayed//Punk rock girls and Lone Star Beer guess tonight will be okay//A bruise only lasts long enough for the pain to pass//If I told you all the things I do, it'd kill you too//I can only hope that he wouldn't be ashamed of the man i've become or the life that i've made//Drink away all my fear and my doubts, stole away hearts from town to town//We said our goodbyes and I left her behind with one last kiss//They all say I'll never tame her who said I want her tame?//Sometimes it takes giving up everything to see the things you really need the most//It's a long slow fade//What else do you have left to lose today? Except your broken heart. What good is a broken heart anyway?//She wears a sorrow her beauty can't hide//Life is short in spite of your plans so tell the girls that they're pretty while you can//I just wanted to make my grandfather proud even though he's not around, been gone since I was thirteen still worried what he'd think about me//I ain't gonna give up nothin that ain't hurtin no one, and I ain't gonna have regrets for anything I've done//Wish that I could give her more, than a kiss on the lips, an arm around her hips, I wish I could afford, diamond rings an trips, all around the world//I still smell the smoke of the bridge I just burned//It's the legal drugs that wear most down//Don't wanna ring the southern belle of some fragile primadonna//Getting everything I want never makes me happy//Buy another scotch as I head for the door, it won't make it better, but I wanna make sure//My days of shootin for the stars taught me nothin if not this, when you're aimin for the bottom boys it's fuckin hard to miss//Word of mouth never tells the truth//Leave people better than you found them//Smoke filled bars and loud guitars//Nothin seems went according to plan, who are we kidding? There was never a plan.//Beware of those who trade in souls, they never ask permission//Never had a fall that didn't burn with laughter//When your heart is breakin why can't you see your lucky to be in love?//All marshmellow white and bubble gum pink//Without your condescening words to mock the pain//I've only got just one wish that I was good enough to make you forget the only boy who ever broke your heart//It's lucky for me that I like being free or I might try and make you mine//You're too sweet to let go of but I don't need to fall in love//You Romeo and Juliet, me Jack and Diane
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My Interests

Spend way too much time trying to not become a fucking cliche...yet feel I am pissing into the wind. Currently think when it comes to women I am the perfect rebound and/or setup guy...and that is probably a good thing for everyone involved. Picked up a guitar and started singing 3 years ago to rescue the old girlfriends trapped inside my head...now I can't put it down even after they are safe...Certain things in life are unavoidable I guess. Have way too much hard-earned wisdom for someone my age and wish somehow am never wise enough to just let life flow around me...so I can't stop manipulating outcomes in order to get what I think I want...getting everything I want never makes me happy...Contrary to popular belief I am not as self-absorbed as I may seem to be...of course my mind always seems to find it's way back to my favourite subject in the end...so maybe I am. When I first heard the songs "Whiskey Bottle" and "Still Be Around" something inside me changed forever, and besides the 2 G's no gift has been greater. I will always continue to defend those I love with a ferocious loyalty because bullies aren't always found in schoolyards...yet at the same time find myself wanting to steal their girlfriend....survival instinct draws me into conformity, yet can't help myself from fighting to get out...I think it may be easier it I fought from the outside back in....Most of my days are spent singing songs out loud regardless of the setting...and most people must think I am more than just a little crazy...which may be true...I kinda like it that way. Fear will always destroy my life if I lose my faith...today I am no longer afraid...tomorrow however...is never a certain.

I'd like to meet:

Uncle Tupelo July 1987

Music:

In no particular order: Uncle Tupelo, Son Volt, Jay Farrar, Lucero, Two Cow Garage, The Fox Hunt, The Who, Willie Nelson, The Hold Steady, Lifter Puller, Old 97's, Slobberbone, The Queers, RATM, Circle Jerks, The Clash, Ted Leo, The Paper Hearts, The Replacements, Glossary, Against Me!, The Mason Dixon Disaster, I Can Lick Any Sonofabitch In The House, Michael Dean Damron, The Drams, Centro-Matic, Alison Krauss, Kelly Willis, William Elliot Whitmore, Jon Snodgrass, Big Head Todd, Sugarcubes, Bjork, Liz Phair, Smashing Pumpkins before Siamese Dream i.e. Gish, Dead Kennedy's, Cracker, Joe Strummer and The Mescalaroes, John Cash, Ray Porter, WSP, Waylon, Pearl Jam, Blink 182, The Samples, Public Enemy, Nanci Griffith, Tool, Kelly Clarkson (Yeah...you heard me), Drive-By Truckers, Government Mule, Robert Earl Keen, Steve Earle, The Pogues, Cory Branan, Drag The River, Tim Barry. And yes... John Mayer is still a gutless punk.

Movies:

Black Hawk Down, Man On Fire, Goodfellas, High Fidelity, anything with Kate Beckinsale...I mean anything. Dreaming In America, documentaries and anything with Ray Porter in them. Schindler's List, Cable Guy, Old School, Office Space, Barcelona, The Last Days Of Disco, The Good Shepard, A&E Movies, Historical Dramas, SLC Punk (Highly Underated)

Television:

The Wire...nothing will ever come close to The Wire...ever.

Books:

"I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell" total waste of time..Tucker Max is a complete Fucktard and if you liked the book you are too.

Heroes:

Abraham Lincoln, Joe Strummer, Jay Farrar, My Grandparents, Michael Fingo, Elizabeth and Samantha Kline...and the mother who raised them, the 2 G's, my ex-wife, my dad, my Aunt Patricia Kelley, and anyone who has the courage to truly forgive themselves.

My Blog

Musings about The Hold Steady

Since I generally don’t miss an opportunity to sneak a passionate and not-so-subtle plug about my favourite bands most people have never really listened to and since I just finished packaging a ...
Posted by M. Wayne Vogt on Thu, 27 Mar 2008 05:26:00 PST

Almost Famous

Got an offer to join the big leagues as a guest blogger for a kick ass blog www.ninebullets.net a couple weeks ago..so I hammered out what I would consider one of my more impassioned arguments...which...
Posted by M. Wayne Vogt on Fri, 08 Feb 2008 10:07:00 PST

December 21, 2012

December 21st 2012...is "mom" gonna take it all back?  First of all this reminds me of the brilliant Tool song Anema which has my favourite lyric of "fuck all you junkies and fuck your short memo...
Posted by M. Wayne Vogt on Sat, 26 Jan 2008 08:20:00 PST

Life Forever Altered

At a few pronounced points in my life there have been discoveries so powerful and personal that assuming coincidence would be an insult to the force which made it happen...a few years back I heard the...
Posted by M. Wayne Vogt on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 11:57:00 PST

Dogs are nice to have around..but they can’t do this to you.

So Gup, who is in the 2nd Grade..has his first love crush  with a girl in the 5th grade named Brittnay...she is nice to him and is on the same bus route...anyway since moving from STL to SC/VA/N...
Posted by M. Wayne Vogt on Mon, 15 Oct 2007 08:45:00 PST

Note from a friend...

So I was lamenting with a friend the other day as to the comical predicament I often find myself in with my hot and cold desire to chase and get chased when it comes to pretty girls...and just how muc...
Posted by M. Wayne Vogt on Fri, 12 Oct 2007 06:54:00 PST

Honestly? Why the fuck does it matter if I like him or not?

I fucking hate MySpace surveys sometimes...20. Honestly, do you like Bush?I'm going to say this once...we are so fucking self-absorbed as a culture that our "truth" is fed to us in warp speed. No one ...
Posted by M. Wayne Vogt on Thu, 21 Jun 2007 08:06:00 PST

I Miss Richmond

"Richmond, Virginia. aka Fist City aka Ultimate City aka The Capital of the South. A bar on every block. pink shirted preps and dirty punks. Tall boys of PBR. Only city in the world with a street of s...
Posted by M. Wayne Vogt on Sun, 31 Dec 2006 01:49:00 PST

THE WIRE

The Wire is the greatest show in the history of television. End of story.  And I gotta admit I watch a lot of fucking television. I got Season One for Xmas and just watched it again and...
Posted by M. Wayne Vogt on Wed, 27 Dec 2006 03:54:00 PST

A Million Pieces Of Shit and James Frye

Many of my friends have asked me my opinion on James Frye and the controversy regarding his book 'A Million Tiny Pieces'. My thoughts never really changed from a year ago when I first read it. I foun...
Posted by M. Wayne Vogt on Sun, 12 Feb 2006 06:49:00 PST