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sink, line, and hooker

Basking in my own glory since 1984

About Me

i am currently a member of the North Pole Bombers, The hooch Gooch Hangover and an engineer for Craptacular Records. I am also a metal artist. I have played in The Coat Hanger Babies, Sinnocence and SungaF.A.T...i was born in 1984. by the time i am old, the revolution will have been told...the ending is up in the air where we can't easily reach...first you have to s t r e t c h . stretch your mind, stretch your legs, stretch your ideas and the way you were bred to believe. life is not always what it seems and you are not the center of the breeze. If you let the breeze pass you at least you feel the effects. if you try to run with it you are bound to get wrecked...so s t r e t c h your mind and stretch your legs. we won't have tommorrow forever and a day and don't spend too much time on...its so much nicer when you get off. send me lyrics send me sayings. send me anything you feel like spreading. you know i love you, what else do you want to hear? how about the things that tick me off hence making me tick?SUBLIME cause i didn't know he was alive until he was dead, BOB MARLEY because he is the musical father, pIXIES becasue they taught kurt how to scream, frank zappa told me to shut up and play guitar, modest mouse because they invented emo before kids all over the country started crying, manager's special cause they never had to pay to make stickers, sungaF.A.T. cause we played faster than any band ever in the history of, denis leary because he will die of lung cancer and never apoligize, joy division cause the man had seizures on stage, new order because they perfected new wave, jimmy buffet because i still want to be a part of the palm tree scene, gorillaz cause their shit is GREAT on lsd, violent femmes cause i forget what eight is for, elliot smith...he used, he took two self-inflicted to the heart! craig's brother, operation ivy, nofx, U.s. bombs, ramones, led zepplin and pink floyd...fuck i'll say it right now...the sex pistols! ANYTHING THAT GETS INTOO MY EARS... cause HATING IS AN INFLUENCE TOO...yeah...anything clear channel swallows my load...but only after i stick it up their grease ball asses...that is where the COATHANGER BABIES come in LOOK IT UP YEAH ALL MY JUNKY HEROES FROM J. S. BACH TO huter s....R.I.P. oh and jonny depp, cause he's cool, right? hmmm.........pretend under no kondition..i think that is what punk really means...but let's face it...no one knows how NOT to pretend...we pretend the prez is gonna talk to god...we pretend that the faith we fake will save us...we pretend on every angle and in every bed...we pretend they tried their best. TV is like a zombie..like we sleep because we have to...when really us, your kids, are out on speed dreaming they can dream with eyes open brushing till their gums bleed...people ask why can't they remember their dreams...i ask why can't you remember your life? the word has lost all sembelance of meaning... today...meaning is the wrong word...realize your influences go way beyond what you listen to and/or TRY to sound like...and what you THINK is cool or punk or pop or reggae or harcore or black metal or whatever the fuck...let me tell you this...the last real metal head was danzig...and he is a faggot.. that is it. in this world influence is overwhelming at every corner of your computer screen...i will not be a part of it..i am not a commercial for any god damn thing. fuck you for thinking i am full of shit...but especially fuck me for taking the time to share enough to be ignored...peace in tHeN peace out it is a process we call memory taken for granted, blurred, rusted, ripped for bliss and blessings. taken for granted like loose conversation or music you can't hear live anymore...maybe the records still play but you can only watch them spin so long before wondering what it must have been like to be there and see it happen...witness to greatness for lack of a better rhyming sceme...AA is not just for alcoholics i guess poets use the term too.what do you think about ten syllables? does it matter in the grand scheme of things?? Or is it just nice the way it was said??? With ten syllables to every great line. mmm, i would like to think yes on all fronts!

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 1/10/2005
Band Website: internet.net
Band Members: "Information is not knowledge, knowledge is not wisdom, wisdom is not truth, truth is not beauty, beauty is not love, love is not music. Music is the best." - 1979 fz
Influences: every little look/ every word from every book/ every little man/ from here to Bagdad/ every little war/ don't let the death tole soar/ every little soul/ each is bigger than they know/ every little truth/ it always answers/ every little goal/ when we will cure cancer/ every little game/ winning and losing is lame like rain needs sunshine i need music/ i don't need food/ i need music/ i don't need air/ i need myusic/ i don't need shelter/ i need music don't need this/ don't need you/ don't need love/ i need music sublime
Sounds Like: frogs having fun with static on tv and machine gun tanks painted green with envy.... the marines inside don't call it hiding the terrorist was hiding inside his mom's belly we had to flush him out with bullets it was the only way and my trigger happy finger made the terror go away?i grew up on sublime bob marley the funland band and tripping daisy i listen to zappa and wait for the day they start selling beer in church you'd be first in line....right cool pretty waring your sunday best and your trucker hat
Record Label: god's own stereo
Type of Label: Indie

My Blog

wo nelly

i am like an artist because i have no money...i am like a musician because you don't really know anything about me.I am like a teacher because you rarely listen to what i say.I am like a writer becaus...
Posted by sink, line, and hooker on Sat, 31 May 2008 03:52:00 PST

good for u

yes in deede there are things you can be and things you want.  wow how we have changed...no one said we would be the same after an avalanche like this who could survive?  peace be in you and...
Posted by sink, line, and hooker on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 12:43:00 PST

censorship

the desire to better ones self matched against the pitfalls and addictions to cycles of self loathing that make life bearable.  without such friction our bodies would freeze in the hot sun. ...
Posted by sink, line, and hooker on Fri, 30 May 2008 12:47:00 PST

australia

you being so far across the largest ocean on this planet...to be so close.  catch any word i decide to send.  boggles my mind and i don't think i could look that up on google either.  :...
Posted by sink, line, and hooker on Thu, 29 May 2008 10:52:00 PST

really..?

the 21st century...really? the world at my finger tips...really???   then i guess it is my fault i don't know everything.  yes sir...it is your fault you don't know everything.  ri...
Posted by sink, line, and hooker on Fri, 23 May 2008 12:23:00 PST

Levels

Levels we took it to another level. we heard something and wanted to hear it again, so we found ways Every species makes music Every species has rhythm We take sound and amplify it so that millions ...
Posted by sink, line, and hooker on Sat, 12 Apr 2008 06:27:00 PST

because you enjoy words

little lines of imagination cut this world into nationsi never understood how here was different from therebut kept alive with hope and inspirationthe status quo can't compare creativity leads the way...
Posted by sink, line, and hooker on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 12:37:00 PST

it was beautiful

tonight at club dada four glorious acts played...complimentary towards ech other...unique and different...all amazing ( me included )  :) Tiger started off the night with his startling style and ...
Posted by sink, line, and hooker on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 11:37:00 PST

fools r in charge...eventually

i'm eventually going to die soon from some horrible disease.  my legs are gonna fall off and my hair will go straight, but at least i saw it coming a million miles away...you can go this whole wo...
Posted by sink, line, and hooker on Sun, 30 Mar 2008 03:01:00 PST

the time of man

before the time of man there was only a living hand.  Drew lines in the sand and made them stick.  Now that the lines were drawn to size it was time to choose sides, so he filled man with li...
Posted by sink, line, and hooker on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 11:24:00 PST