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Member Since: 4/14/2006
Band Website: your looking at it.......coming soon
Band Members: THE WRITNG ON THE WALL.
Her face turned white
White as snow
Pale and gaunt and
Silent, like the scene of a death,
I dont believe it she said,
amongst the brittle tension
blank confusion tinged with the
grey hue of sorrow and grief,
as if there were something
to be sorry for, that evaded her in that
moment,
she stooped helpless and limp beside me,
like some spectre haunting
day and night,
each breath and shimmering movement
stirring fear and terror in my bowel,
There are many things that are hard to believe here
I replied, weighing each word carefully,
Mindful of cause and effect,
And intangible chaos
"where did it all go?"
she asked me impatiently,
as if she had no recollection at all,
then again maybe she couldnt remember,
or did not want to,
maybe it was lost in the smoky haze,
veiled by the ingracious tummult,
secreted and forced into constant hiding,
by a psyche that runs on pure survival instinct,
so it had to forget and obscure every awful
breath or moment to even carry on
living in its own awkward and disilussioned fantasy.I waited patient,
Long days of lonely existence,
Melded into months, years,eons,
They all came into being and then past on,
And the vigil continued,
The vain hope that realisation ,
Would come crashing, onto her arid shoreline,
Like some mighty sea of relevance,
And in that moment the true nature
Of all the action and intention would be,
Released and demasked, in truth for all to see,
Alive with honesty and the respect,
That particular value deserves,
But the horse never drank,
even though I had led it there,
to the shore of a never ending pool
of refreshment and sated thirst,
and I continued to wait,
not Knowing what else to do
by this stage,
and as I waited patient, staring aimlessly
at the wall before me,
knowing it was there but never really seeing it ,
always trying to look through it, optimistic
toward an unknown and insecure end
it was then that I noticed the blood on the floor
ebb and flow thick and congealing beneath my feet.
Influences: FRank Black,Johnny Cash,BobDylan, Bob Latchford, Greg Cornish, Matt Groom, Michael Eaves, Mick Groom,Ruth McPhie, Pixies, Devo, Ed Kuepper,James Boag
Sounds Like: somebody playing a guitar and singing
Record Label: In-toX
Type of Label: Indie
