wake up the sleepers! (again..)

WOOOO!!! today is the official release of kill hannah's album WAKE UP THE SLEEPERS. i highly suggest EVERYONE listen to it. extremely emotional and amazing. definitely their best album!! true art in a modern world that doesn't put as much stock as it should in art.... so yeah, listen to it! ehe..

someone to also check out: mark knopfler, on his album kill to get crimson. DON'T dismiss as old geezer music.... this album is really damn good. its kinda acoustic indy folksy type stuff, quite awesome if your into anything that sounds remotely like it. look it up :)

i just realized... both the things i'm talking about use the word "kill"... go me...lol (i don't take credit for either of these amazing albums. thank my mother for getting kill to get crimson from the library.) thats all for now. gotta do homework that i can't possible procrastinate on any longer.

WAKE UP THE SLEEPERS

oh gosh TWO DAYS! hell yes!!! kill hannah's new album, probably their best yet, officially comes out on tues, september 29. HOWEVER, it is available for listening on absolutepunk.net

in my opinion, this is kill hannah's best album yet. every song has something different that makes the whole album stand out in its uniqueness, and right now my favorites have got to be mouth to mouth and why i have my grandmas sad eyes. check it out!! i strongly encourage listening to the whole thing. registering for absolutepunk doesn't take long, and i made an account just to listen to the album... so worth it!!

and.. i ordered the $40 preorder package. cause i AM that much of a nerd. jealous? i THOUGHT so...
...shameless promoter? where?? :P
so, speaking of music, anyone else depressed with the lack of the cure's news?? its been over 4 months. there are even rumors of an imminent breakup... i will be sorely disappointed that i never got to see the cure live in my life... oh well, all i can do is hope that the rumors are just rumors. ugh. i will keep my fingers crossed for one more world tour, and a red rocks date xD ehe

the video below is not mine, i didn't tape it, it just happens to be one of the coolest DCI (drum core internationals, if you're not a marching band geek like me.. SO disappointed i didnt get to see it at the theaters this year..) shows EVER. seriously.


Phantom Regiment, Spartacus. this should be all three parts..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6F2FLXyhAqQ

enjoy!! ahah :P

and thats all for now... im sick, my brains fried, and i gotta do homework...

some poetry...

mood: inspired, neutral, indifferent

so i've decided to post some of my own poetry on here.... might as well, and people can comment and critique if you want :)

here's one:

and rain will fall

as silence does

into the impossible

into night

stained fingertips

slowly drying

blazing sun

finally setting

one pale sky

two shades of red

and seven counts

to end.

so, that one's a bit more like poetry than others. which are more like very strange rantings. but yeah...

the cure is sung to me in an eternal line of sunless school children crossing the street their feet going pit pat pit pat rain coming down around my ankles pool thoughts playing hide and seek with my head across the pavement to a red door marked with a scar on my finger when a car crash when i was four days ago i knew i was crazy but now im not so sure of the tempo of that song in that pair of eyes following me around listening to what i say through the walls of hotel rooms when i keep missing the beat of your heart i guess were just not meant to be here just take my hand and follow me into the depths of thought into the depths of my mind i get lost there too don't breathe too hard fearing the light at the end we're not even close yet...

and there is some ranting of mine

and here's one more for the time being:

dagger-like hands

dragging me down

how do you paint

desperation

how do you express

pain

laugh insanely

is all i can do

the wind left me

alone in the dark

alone with the hands

clawing at my throat

clawing at my fingers

clawing at the feeling

you couldn't ever understand

ok... yes, i am slightly disturbed. slightly insane. i'm ok with it. i just deal, and live life how i want to. yep. comment if you like, no flaming though please. it's just stupid and hateful and rude. don't bother.

thanks for reading :)

here are a few a loverly pictures for your enjoyment xD

ehe.... greg corner... :P

and mat devine (who happens to be divine ahaha sorry for the punnyness XD

aaaaand robert smith, in his younger days :P gorgeous! ahaha

hello :)

oh hey look, its another pointless blog using smiley faces and lower case letters! lets hear it for the world's stereotypical ways!! woo!

this blog basically is going to be my ramblings on my view on the world and life, etc.

i am yet another bored/boring person with no life whatsoever, here to waste your time and be pointlessly obsessive over strange things. im really really good at that. yep. you jealous?

i am a marching band geek and proud of it. xD yes. band is one of the best things ever. i play the mellophone, beautiful sound and instument in all :)

ill try very hard to get used to this technology, if anyone actually cares, but im slow.

also, if there are some spelling mistakes, i apologize. i try to reread, but im not perfect :)

i never use capitalization, unless theres some point im trying to get across, i just dont do it. i dont know, sorry if that bugs you i guess.

i. am. obsessed. with. words. not something you hear everyday, but people overuse words EVERYDAY. i am SICK of it. words are magical, delicious, gorgeous, depressing, misunderstood, angering, inspiring, meaningful, WORDS. i could go on. really, words are meant to be treasured and precious and... i dont know, words MEAN something to me. words... yes. i just overused that word. shutup. best said from a quote from my new favorite movie:

"No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world." -john keating, dead poets society. THE MOST AMAZING MOVIE EVER. in my humble opinion. watch it.

my favorite scene: afternoon d.p.s. meeting. nuwanda brings his saxophone, and starts screwing around on it with lines of poetry in between screwy little solos. then he starts playing this piece.... and i cry every time. i dont know how to describe it, it is simply beautiful.

the title of the blog is the name of a poem i wrote. rather good for me actually. here:

somewhere in between

the ground and the sky

somewhere in between the how and the why and im wondering when the shadows come back the silence caves in the picture go black cause im somewhere in between the pen and the page adrift in the words too hard to say somewhere in between the right and the wrong where the lines are crossed where the lines are drawn somewhere in between my heart and my mouth lost in translation lost in my doubt mmhhm some about me: i love music way too much for my own good. ESPECIALLY kill hannah and the cure. if you dont know them, for starters i suggest lovecats by the cure (WATCH the video, its awesome. plus, roberts so super adorable) link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbe47WQ6Rs0 and nerve gas http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YW0U-t3zJwU by kill hannah. however, you really cant go wrong with any song by them. they. are. amazing. yesss. plus, mat devine? yeah, BEASTLY. dont agree? so, so sad. by the way, READ HIS BLOG. he is literally the FUNNIEST person i have ever heard of. god, it never fails to crack me up. http://fuseblog.typepad.com/kill_hannah/

not my picture, sadly)

so.... watching the mental workout that is the dark knight. *sighs wistfully* so disturbing and haunting. so.... dark. the mentality of the joker can keep me thinking for HOURS. if no one thought heath ledger was a great actor, this movie proved them wrong. the raw character, the embodiment of insanity, and oh my gosh that laugh. you truly BELIEVE that someone like the joker is out there and is real and it terrifies you at the same time it excites you. i personally WANT there to be bad guys, deep down, because without the bad, you dont have the good. and the bad characters are what create intrigue and mystery and yeah.... plus, the fact that he changes the reason why his face was cut everytime he tells the story. i think that maybe he did it himself, but all i can do is speculate. just thinking too hard about this kind of stuff this late at night gives me a headache.

oh wow, here i go with my off-topic mind, but i was just thinking... is power real, or just an illusion? the reason people do homework and stay out of trouble is.... what, exactly? because the teacher punishes you? well, if you dont care, then the punishment will not have any affect on you, so therefore, there is no such thing as power...? however, watching the joker...... he truly does not care whether he lives or dies. he just does not care, which makes him so amazingly horrifying. so maybe not caring is the answer to power, because when people dont understand you, they fear you and your motives. and the jokers motives appear to not exist. its like everything is an experiment, like how far can i push peoples minds? how much longer can a group of human beings last? how far until they break and beg, sobbing at my feet, please please anything to let it just stop?

i would love for someone to prove me wrong. i hate it when people just nod their heads and agree to whatever the hell im saying. IM NOT RIGHT ALL THE TIME. im human. HUGE difference. anyways.

for your reading (and listening if your not lazy like me) pleasure; the cure, disintegration. amazing music in its most raw, pure form.

Oh I miss the kiss of treachery The shameless kiss of vanity The soft and the black and the velvety Up tight against the side of me And mouth and eyes and heart all bleed And run in thickening streams of greed As bit by bit it starts the need To just let go My party piece Oh I miss the kiss of treachery The aching kiss before I feed The stench of a love for a younger meat And the sound that it makes When it cuts in deep The holding up on bended knees The addiction of duplicities As bit by bit it starts the need To just let go My party piece But I never said I would stay to the end So I leave you with babies and hoping for frequency Screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy Screaming me over and over and over I leave you with photographs Pictures of trickery Stains on the carpet and Stains on the scenery Songs about happiness murmured in dreams When we both us knew How the ending would be... So it's all come back round to breaking apart again Breaking apart like I'm made up of glass again Making it up behind my back again Holding my breath for the fear of sleep again Holding it up behind my head again Cut in deep to the heart of the bone again Round and round and round And it's coming apart again Over and over and over Now that I know that I'm breaking to pieces I'll pull out my heart And I'll feed it to anyone Crying for sympathy Crocodiles cry for the love of the crowd And the three cheers from everyone Dropping through sky Through the glass of the roof Through the roof of your mouth Through the mouth of your eye Through the eye of the needle It's easier for me to get closer to heaven Than ever feel whole again I never said I would stay to the end I knew I would leave you with babies and everything Screaming like this in the hole of sincerity Screaming me over and over and over I leave you with photographs Pictures of trickery Stains on the carpet and Stains on the memory Songs about happiness murmured in dreams When we both of us knew How the end always is How the end always is...