Don’t let me near another beer, when I watch Full Metal Jacket every ten years I feel weird. “Is that you John Wayne? Is this me?” Is there a fellow cataloguer who has watched his past roam horse-free? Where I come from the trials match the errors, and the beauty’s barricaded by the terrors. The people I look up to so much? They ain’t complacent, no they face it and they stay themselves and never lose touch. On a day of stunning equanimity I can only hope the feeling lives a little longer and lingers around me. Yesterday the sacred kissed the profane, and my heart went truant and skipped school with my brain. But I’m looking around for what it takes. I measure out my life in coffee breaks – It “was a vast glowing empty page” now it’s an inked-in cage. And I know you’re getting tired of me despairing over life’s undecidability, but I don’t listen to anyone - just listen to everyone, please.
A new track from this tough-as-nails Boston hardcore outfit has some words for men who would dehumanize women in the scene. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 21, 2018