Save the TASMANIA

January 30, 2010

Holy fucking wow.
With a whole’fuckn’bunch of good Tassie bands breaking up. This is a huge sigh of relief!
Listen to Snitches Belong In Ditches.
http://www.myspace.com/savetheclocktowerhc

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Hot ‘N’ Cold.

January 29, 2010

I really am sick to my stomache at the downright fucking disrespectful attitudes adopted by cunts in this town.

But on a goooood note, siked to be going to this. Finally gonna see Extortion!!

I hate this…

January 17, 2010

So this Saturday Jac and I do the Relentless & Hand of Mercy show in Hobart, meanwhile on the other end of the state my favorite Tasmanian punk band, Most Triumphant!, will be playing their last show.
Fuck my life!

Gallows.

January 17, 2010

  • I DREAD THE NIGHT.

I’m going out tonight.
Got an ache in my guts and my stomach’s alight.
So crack your fucking knuckles and straighten my spine.
We are the night.

I’m going out tonight.
Got a burning in my blood that just ain’t right.
So I’ll tear my fucking muscles while I watch the time.
We are the night.

I’m lying with my back to the floor,
I ain’t ever been in so much pain before.
If I said I wasn’t scared I’d be a fucking liar,
my body’s burning like it’s on fire.

Sweating like I ain’t before,
first it was a cold, now it’s a fever for sure.
Forget singing, I can barely speak.
I think I’m fucking dying, I can’t breathe.

And I wanna be, anyone in the world but me.
Trapped in the body of a man defeated,
I am the shame of mistakes repeated.

And I wanna be, anyone in the world but me.
Trapped in the body of a man defeated,
I am the shame of fucking mistakes repeated.

I’m going out tonight.
Got an ache in my guts and my stomach’s alight.
So crack your fucking knuckles and straighten my spine.
We are the night.

I’m going out tonight.
Got a burning in my blood that just ain’t right.
So I’ll tear my fucking muscles while I watch the time.
We are the night.
We are the night.

There will be no more grey.
We have finished digging the grave.
We are the new black,
and we’re as serious as a heart attack.

We are the night.
We are the night.

We are the night.
We are the night.
We are the new black,
we’re as serious as a heart attack.

And I wanna be, anyone in the world but me.
Trapped in the body of a man defeated,
I am the shame of mistakes repeated.

And I wanna be, anyone in the world but me.
Trapped in the body of a man defeated,
I am the shame of fucking mistakes repeated.

And I wanna be, and I wanna be
Trapped in the body of a man defeated,
I am the shame of mistakes repeated.

And I wanna be, anyone in the world but me.
Trapped in the body of a man defeated,
I am the shame of mistakes repeated.

  • THE VULTURE (ACT I & II)

[Act I]

When you work for the father
of sinners never saved,
you carry the net,
and he holds the spade.
You will drag the lakes,
he will rob the graves.
You will be remembered,
no one will speak your name.

Cursed are the places you have been,
you lead us there and forced us in.
Take the girls,
to become the daughters,
and if the horses won’t drink,
drown them in the water.

When you work for the father
of sinners never saved,
you carry the net,
and he holds the spade.
You will drag the lakes,
he will rob the graves.
You will be remembered,
no one will speak your name.

Cursed are the places you have been,
you lead us there and forced us in.
Take the girls,
to become the daughters,
and if the horses won’t drink,
drown them in the water.

[Act II]

When you work for the father
of sinners never saved,
you carry the net,
and he holds the spade.
You will drag the lakes,
and he will rob the graves.
You will be remembered,
no one will speak your name.

Live by the sword,
die for the lord,
Call down the vulture
to dine on the corpse.

Cursed are the places you have been,
you lead us there and forced us in.
Take the girls,
to become the daughters,
and if the horses won’t drink,
drown them in the water.

When you work for the father
of sinners never saved,
you carry the net,
and he holds the spade.
You will drag the lakes,
and he will rob the graves.
You will be remembered,
no one will speak your name.

Live by the sword,
die for the lord,
Call down the vulture
to dine on the corpse.

Cursed are the places you have been,
you lead us there and forced us in.
Take the girls,
to become the daughters,
and if the horses won’t drink,
drown them in the water.

This is the end!

  • THE GREAT FORGIVER.

When I died I walked into the light
but what I saw I didn’t like.
Well I went to heaven but I didn’t go in
they don’t condemn the sinners.
They condemn the sin.
Heaven is full of fucking scum,
If they live like pigs they will die like one.
There will never be enough forgiveness.

Saint Peter, I must confess,
I’m more of a Devil than my life suggests.
Tell god it’s appreciated, but I was born in Hell,
Hell is where we made it.

And if god is the great forgiver,
then all the scum will be delivered.
They bury the men, but not their sins,
They just say a prayer and take them with them.
Heaven is full of fucking scum,
If they live like pigs they will die like one.
There will never be enough forgiveness.

Saint Peter, I must confess,
I’m more of a Devil than my life suggests.
Tell god it’s appreciated, but I was born in Hell,
Hell is where we made it.

Saint Peter, I must confess,
I’m more of a Devil than my life suggests.
Tell god it’s appreciated, but I was born in Hell,
Hell is where we made it.

  • QUEENSBERRY RULES

Scratch one more to the body count,
another dead kid you don’t care about.
Forget what the paper reads,
safe in your house while another kid bleeds.
Every one of us to blame.
for each capital teen who died in vain,
we are fucking worse if not the same,
we read the filth but forget the names.

No money for a funeral
’till you sell your story out to the world.
Hoods up, knives out, “protect ya neck”
with no remorse and no respect.
For every teen who lost their life
hung on the end of a kitchen knife,
we will carve this cross into your chest
to remind you of this fucking mess.

Kitchen knives are the silent kill,
gun shots start the rumour mill.
Let’s take this back to the old school,
live out our lives by the Queensberry rules.
Two fists clenched tight,
two fucking wrong-uns who both think they’re right.
The bigger they are
The harder they fucking fall

No money for a funeral
’till you sell your story out to the world.
Hoods up, knives out, “protect ya neck”
No remorse and no respect.
For every teen who lost their life
hung on the end of a kitchen knife,
we will carve this cross into your chest
to remind you of this fucking mess.

The Union Jack has bled away.
It’s black and white, and it’s fucking grey.
The cells are cold, the streets are the same,
it’s been a dead summer, and we’re praying for rain.
Your heart of gold is dead and cold,
and you wonder when your dreams got old.
Walk yourselves down to the Thames,
and throw your knives in so that this can end.

  • MISERY.

FUCK!
Misery fucking loves me,
and I love her so.
She is the cold embrace of no escape,
when I’m left alone.
Misery fucking loves me,
and I love her too.
She is the dying breath of nothing left,
that I’ve become accustomed to.

There is nothing left for me,
I want to kill myself just for relief.
Black cloud, death shroud.
The weight of the world dragging me down.
I have nothing to offer anyone,
the hopes of the hopeless coming undone,
misery is my only friend,
she is a cold fucking snap,
but she is not the end.

Misery fucking loves me,
but I love her more.
She is the last light, the dark nights,
noose around my neck, the hole in the floor.
There is nothing left for me,
I want to kill myself just for relief.
Black cloud, death shroud.
The weight of the world dragging me down.
I have nothing to offer anyone,
the hopes of the hopeless coming undone,
misery is my only friend,
she is a cold fucking snap,
but she is not the end.

Misery fucking loves us.
And we love her too.

  • CRUCIFUCKS.

Nail their bodies to the crucifix,
slit the throats of all the priests.
The last smile they will ever express,
a gaping hole running right through their necks.
The snakes get fat while the good rats die,
so all the pigs should be bled dry.
Who’s with me?
All your sins will be forgiven,
when your blood begins to thicken.
You have no answers to our questions,
god bless this great depression.
The snakes get fat while the good rats die,
and all the pigs should be bled dry.
Who’s with me?

Throw the bodies into the streets,
we’re nothing more than rotting meat.
Taught not to bite the hand that feeds,
till it’s cold and dry and no longer bleeds.
The snakes get fat while the good rats die,
so all the pigs should be bled dry.

The London metropolitan, all the fucking clergymen,
child abusers, national front,
rapists, racists, all fucking scum.
And they march hand-in-hand,
they rape our green and pleasant land.
Dust to dust, earth to earth,
the new born babies should be drowned at birth.
There ain’t no future for England’s sons,
their nine years old, and they all carry guns.
So take out your crowbars, take out your knives,
drain out your blood we all deserve to die.

It’s time for us to take a stand,
we are dying on our knees in this grey broken land.
And all the martyrs they have convinced themselves,
that death ain’t a sin, when you’re living in Hell.
There ain’t no glory, and there ain’t no hope,
we will hang ourselves, just show us the rope.
There ain’t no scapegoats left to blame,
we brought this on ourselves when we could have been the change.

Grey Britain is fucking dead,
so cut our throats, end our lives, let’s fucking start again.

Britain’s finest punks.

Single.

January 13, 2010

You all probably already know Jacquie left me. Fuck my life!

Story Of The Year.

January 6, 2010

To this day, the live show that was captured on DVD as shocased on SOTY’s first CD/DVD release, Live In The Lou: Bassassains, still blows me away every time!

Alcoholic Beverages.

January 6, 2010

So, don’t get me wrong. I’ll never ever ever ever claim straight edge, nor will I ever give up on this stuff altogether. But I’m definitely cutting down on it. You know you’re in trouble when at 10:30am you are feeling like shit and so you indulge in a drink or two. That is not how I wanna deal with life’s problems. Alcohol can make a man lose his mind, can make him a person he does not know, a monster.  It can hurt the ones you love most, in more ways than one, and pefore you know it you lose everything you hold dear. Fuck that! I’d rather deal with my problems by reading a good book, or through music. These are the ways I prefer tackling my issues, and I gotta say, I’m better for it. At least with a book it helps clear my mind rather than lose it. Alcohol effects every single living person on this planet in different ways, it’s how you deal with who it makes you become is where the challenge lies I guess. But yes, deffs not drinking as much anymore. I mean look at the size of me!

Can you hear it?

January 5, 2010

Watch ’em all.

1 of 2 things.

January 2, 2010

Something I can not stress enough and that being this is a really farking amazing book! Getting into Colin Forbes alot of late.

‘Adam Procane has to be stopped…’

 It was the last message his wife ever sent, and even as he read it, foreign correspondent Bob Newman knew she was dead. The killers had sent a film of her murder to London with the warning – tell other people to keep away from Procane…

 Procane, a top Washington official, is about to defect. With the Presidental election two months away, it’s the last thing the Americans want. Trouble is, until they know exactly who he is, they can do nothing to stop him.

 In London, Tweed of SIS watches and waits. Four highly suspect Americans have already passed through en route to Scandinavia – the Deputy Head of the CIA, the National Security Adviser and his wife, and the Chief of Staff of the Armed Forces. Any one of them could be Procane.

 Meanwhile Newman has slipped off to Finland, bent on revenge. It’s time for Tweed to act. To get back into the field. To stop Newman and find Procane – before he – or she- takes vital secrets to the East….

Now for the other thing! I’m just really wanting to share with you my overall excitement for the fact that I will soon be able to put all these amazing 7 inches on computer & iPod. Putting music from vinyl to computer is really something I’m looking forward to, starting with these.

I know that 2 of these 7 inches were also released in CD format but fuck that. I’m stoked on my AFI collection, which I will finish one day, whenever that may be. I promise when the time comes I’ll take a picture of all my AFI stuff sitting neatly together and blog it.

So yep, that’s how I’m dealing with my issues in life right now. Good books and good vinyl’s. Nothing more to say.