This Month's Model.

April 2011.

1. Deerhunter - Desire Lines
2. Beach Fossils - What A Pleasure
3. The Vaccines - Wreckin' Bar (Ra Ra Ra)
4. Merzbow - Inside Looking Out, Pt.1
5. Husker Du - Girl Who Lives On Heaven Hill
6. The Strokes - Life is Better In the Moonlight
7. Kisses - Kisses
8. The Wombats - Tokyo (Vampires and Wolves)
9. The Violets - Descend
10. Hatcham Social - Murder In the Dark
11. Yuck - Shook Down
12. The Death Set - I Miss You Beau Velasco
13. Esben and the Witch - Swans
14. White Denim - Shake Shake Shake
15. Smith Westerns - Imagine Pt.3
16. Black Strobe - Me + Madonna (The Twelves Remix)
17. The Heartbreaks - Liar, My Dear
18. The Postelles - 123 Stop
19. Gang of Four - Natural's Not In It
20. Neu! - Nazionale

Composition Book, Pt.4.

Let's Start A Band.

(insert catchy but brief intro riff)

Let's start a band, i want to start it so bad, lets jam until eight, lets makes some mistakes, lets party so we sleep late. so let's start a band, i wanna start a band, to help us from our age, to take out all our rage, to break us from this cage. let's start a band, i wanna start a band, cause i wanna start a band, so let's go and start a band.

I don't have so much to do. cause we're still young and full of ideas.
I don't want to watch the cars pass, as all these moments pass,
as we start to fall down to memories.

I have good intentions, with the sound to make a generation laugh
as we have no future to uphold, for we have no other such control,
I'm just slowly fading to my memories.

Let's start a band, i want to start it so bad, lets jam until eight, lets makes some mistakes, lets party so we sleep late. so let's start a band, i wanna start a band, to help us from our age, to take out all our rage, to break us from this cage. let's start a band, i wanna start a band, cause i wanna start a band, so let's go and start a band.

(insert guitar solo)

my alarm clock is blinking, as my hard case start to rust,
i wonder if my pedals still works, as I leave for work
but sadly, if i never get it though, i just may start without any of you
so I don't just become another thought that crumbles away..

Let's start a band, i want to start it so bad, lets jam until eight, lets makes some mistakes, lets party so we sleep late. so let's start a band, i wanna start a band, to help us from our age, to take out all our rage, to break us from this cage. let's start a band, i wanna start a band, cause i wanna start a band, so let's go and start a band.

Warhol Girl.

girls wearing warhol never wish for mainstream
yet, yearn for the pop life
as its not a life of their own.
they stride for pure creation,
yet, they are divided by how socialible they are
between who see it as a trend and as a figure.
Warhol couldn't think of it either way,
as fifteen mintues is only enough for everyone;
too bad those faces fight for the strands of seconds

bright colour embazzeded in neon;
dressed in little mismatched socks;
hidden contents in a soup can bag with blonde smile.
but she dresses like tiffany rather then monroe,
waiting always for her breakfast meal
as she primes her colours for a subtle touch
with a simple smile, she greets her peers
modest floats in opaque in a soft porcelain surface;
the same face in different shades along close frames.

sunday morning keep me awake for the west
as the world gets 6 degrees brighter.

Polaroid in Published, session 1.

Black Wave + Blue Wave.

the world held me close
as the white covers me before the black
and i'm slowly sinking within a soft abyss;
Wishing to float
as I'm distanced off into its whirlpool;
trapped in the middle of its roar;
i'm shallowed into the sea;
perished into the depths of forgotten sands.

In the blink of an array of glossy bubbles
Ocean clouds rise from the night horizons of the bottom.
Carried slowly into the sky
as I'm able to open my eyes to shades of blue;
the pressure slowly pulls away from my skin.
Upon the looming surface,
a breath of fresh air is remember by the lungs
as the gentlest of blue pulls me to shore;
I held the sand close to me
as the waves sailed back to the real horizon.

Composition Book, Pt.3.

200,000!

Yeah, Whoo, Uh-huh, Alright.

Poncho Comes to Me in Fives.

Aux Chandelles Dans la Neige.

.Driving home in my blue Mistress, listening to the same music thats ten years old, taking the shortest route to avoid stuck in between giant SUVs and unrelible drivers, but not that I'm not relible myself; I take the longest gasp of breath among myself, and for a while I try to gander thoughts so lucid to realize what's really going on today; this year; what is really going now? I'm so confused. I have to look at all the figures leading and have to wonder: Where are the heroes who champion our generation? I dislike the idea that we're somewhat misguided in what is "correct", what we supposed to like, and who we take after when our caretakers fade in bloom. I don't truly feel nothing is leading us, as we take a leap though the fog and mist into the unknown. I can't help to feel to not trust these phonies.

I look up at the ceiling at the comfort of my rundown matress, with the feeling after you get to let your toes gain a breath of fresh air after taking off your socks, noticing how tired you are when you finally let go of the rush of the day. I softly felt the silence as I'm reminded how quickly passed by with all of sound and lectures that is only background noise, I have to wonder the true value and relevence of what's really going on. It's funny how life is trying to imitate art to the point its forgotten what is real, i guess. Then again....

Strolling in the Simple Evening Sun.

I finally got a hold of the new album,
and its actully pretty good for a handful of songs.
its diffently a change in sound,
but can't expect to sound the same forever.
though its only meeting my expectations,

but their still cool.

She's Written in the Subtext.

She's a ghost that wants your attention
but no one could ever see transparent
she's a whisper that screams a thousand echoes
but no one could ever hear the wind
she's a dancer that waltz her way to everywhere
but no one could appreciate that idea of elegance
she's a temptress that stares down your heartbeat
but no one could feel the shiver of a heart
she's a chariot that carries her horses through primrose
but no one could guide the blind though the stridden path
she's boat in the lake that rides to marquee
but no one could float what's lost at sea...

but I couldn't be anymore happier
as we have each other to ourselves.

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she's a bunny with a gun
but she holds it just for the fun
devious, she hops to shade the sunlight
you can't help it when it’s cute
pseudo-moments come omni-present
even if it’s not your intentions
but you can't help to think
that she's trying to get your attention

sometime you have to wait until the end
to truly know how she can smile
she can drag you on so long
but when it’s clear, it’s worth the while
you can't help things take forever
for the seconds you yearn to see her
in the time you think in a day of imagination
nothings the same in levels of sensation

as the minutes pass, I can't wait any longer
to yearn and strive without knowing
for the desolate beliefs
has part me down so weak
the hourglass buries me in sand
as the grain puncture the skin
my bones pressed up against the glass
time can only test one's true character...

Composition Book, Pt.2.

Nobody Loves You, Nicolae.

For the recent months,
the theme of commiunist ideals and such come off as interesting.
not so much for a revial,
but as an epic drama of characters

who more or less became seduced by power
and lost from their true intentions.
This is Nicolae Ceausescu.

At The Moment, I'd Rather Go For A Frostie.

the 80s were really weird.
even chili had its own theme song.
oh my..

Underrated Albums - "The Breastroke"

The waters on the coast feel so warm.
Yet the currents makes quite hard to swim in.
Though the whirlpools, it sinks into a lovely daydream.

Coaltar of the Deepers were founded in Tokyo during the spring of 1991, diving in the growing shoegazing scene in Japan, but were also influenced by other musical genres such as thrash metal and alternative music. Led by the cavalier frontmen Narasaki, they released a hand full of EPs that featured quite talented and creative new songs that seemed to separate themselves then the actual shoegazing bands, but gained very limited recognition. In 1994, after signing onto a major label, Victor Records, the Deepers were able to release their first record, "The Visitors of Deepspace" which featured a thrash metal cover of the Cure's "Killing an Arab" and a few songs that would end up on "The Breastroke" but after lukewarm reviews but a growing cult following, the Deepers disappeared beneath the music scene for three years. Between these years, came numerous lineup changes and a misguided sense of no direction or motivation. Out of the ashes in '97, they released their first EP in years, "Cat EP" and "Submerge," an album full of remixes, rare and new songs. In '98, they release a best of album, a showcase if you will, if there best work up until then, entitled, "The Breastroke." In the years of slow progress, this gives way to the biggest waves in the music waves, something beyond shoegaze or just in the Japanese music scene; a masterpiece for the ages, featuring there strongest points of their slow music prowess. With a few favourite pieces such as 'Blink' and 'Cell,' they have created an array of bold and unconflicted pieces of rock music that has slowly risen beneath the music world. To this day, their influence is scattered among many fans both in the Japanese world and Western world, as it's sounds reverbs and echoes among only the few willing to dive off the deep end.

'That's A Big Mistake,' Said the Lion.

I wrote this during long lecture in class,
and there's this one person that kinda gets on my nerves secretly.
I'm thinking he's on the ganja or something.
but I wrote all this based on him on such.
enjoy.


Silhouette shoes follow me slowly
as it talks like a whisper
an individual speaks makes a unique sound
a crowd talking at once sounds the same
silence makes no expression
off-topic conversions make quite the comeback
but 1st-person views will always be fulfilling
careless has cared less about the simple decisions
simple could simply careless.

shifted in the slightest of views from great heights
but held off in between long conversations
koala talk nods just to rest away
as the hand points toward another horizon
aimlessly he stares with the idea to ponder
makes without effort to make effort for anything
though the cry's of the victim's call for end
superman could endlessly careless.

halogen backpacks travel in fives
through great shadows and great reflection
this mirror image digresses but I’m forced to stare
even if all the facts are purely just factual
still the compass speaks without pointing north
as exaggeration points everywhere in the wrong direction
"that's a big mistake," said the lion
but the lion mistakenly could careless.

the concrete answer burrows in a struggle
as the light is a weight that pushes too much
surely what's polite makes it way in dirt
but only the holes get bigger as it all collapses
the smile of one is wrong in everyway
happiness is forcibly shared with everyone who wants it.
melancholic only hits the person when alone
as happiness could happily careless.

Finally, this Room is on Fire.

For about 5 years,
the Strokes finally comeback.
It's probably a diffcult listen for the loyal folk,
but I'm not gonna complain.

Vintage is Better When Its Vintage.

I miss vintage hockey.
The heroes of yesterday only echo in my ear.

Composition Book, pt. 1.

Stories from Saffron Fields.

I. The Hierophant

the guard held stories
for the young and for the sick
but the fence can only make me
glance though the seems
as the sounds of wood on metal shoes crack
and the uniforms sheik the wallpaper symbolism
the future keeps me detained to the chains
as the ball rolls toward the other way
softly, the tears flow down in a stride of puddles
as the colour washed away from metal;
only a single airplane remains in these skies of beige.

II. The Chariot

orange flowers arise from grandiose showers
but those showers were gray
and came very vicious
clouds shallow on the rise of night fall
surly, they gaze upon the wartorn soldiers
from the previous march apart and detached
far from the souls they buried
with the facade of gun powder
they gather and spread the severed into ashes
as they sprinkle the remains of crafted fields;
soon shades of scarlet became monochrome.

III. The Dancer

as the wax disappear to hang off the table edge
the smoke builds itself on the wooden ceiling
sounds of waltz invoke different tangerine dreams
as the rain puncture the porcelain floors
those pictures of pity and pseudo-loneliness begin to age
the lone cloud umbrellas a quiet and clement inflorescence;
she dances along the tulips aligned perpendicularly
in soft Persian silk,
moonlight atones a brave spotlight;
a golden flower among golden flowers

IV. The Magician

painted in white to cover things that can't evoke
the magician's hat has torn apart from masterful orators
still, the audience wished they were fooled for a second longer
as the snow drifts and lies among the grass
the leaves carry over,
gasping their last breath,
holding a final stand
beneath the brown, invisible to the eye but imagined by brain
holes are aligned to a happy family along the fireside
as the children fall asleep
and as people shovel the snow;
the rabbit could only smile.

V. The Worker

sounds of wheelbarrows on dirt and scythes cutting the grass
the worker succumbs to a modest living
but as their suitcases were raided for their valuables
I guess luxury and vanity isn't something for the hungry;
the mirror can only look the other way
but the dust always disperse the densest of crowds
and sunlight awakens the denser red sun
whiskey looks better in crystal but not in soil;
fields only yearn as they cannot grow when drowned in squalor.

In Tides of Squalor and Relief.

In the extended time on my own, i believe i rightfully reclaim the things to have thought to be relinquished and torn away, as I start a new path and such. But really, I guess i forgot to update regularly. So nothing much has changed for the most part, except making more videos, working modest and underachieveing as such, and I'm older then I was before. duh.

I'm not saying i'll be posting regularly, but when the thought comes, I'll reveal most of my twisted thoughts to you. Not because your special, but because I'm inclined to think. I'd like to remind myself I'm try to make independent thought possible. But then again, genuine ideas are very difficult to come by. Oh well....

The Quiet Return Under a Halogen Spotlight.

I guess it was suggested i should get my ideals back to the public again.
Hopefully, all good is all good now.