Its just about two things in reality. The single man of discontinuity and his love for his little brother. In the midst of the horror, the little brother painted his eyes black// Black as night, and hidden from sight, he keeps me in his arms, despite the thorns that harm...
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
King Minus The Sage
When we grew up
  We never thought our friends would die
  When we grew up
  We never knew what was to lose everything
  And if I was I a hero
  One of those I loved as a child
  We could take on the wild
  And those bad bad country boys
  My mother would hold us
  And father would know us
  As we grew up to be the strong and gentle kind
  We'd get real jobs
  And then we breathe
  The kind of air
  That Independence brings
  Then we'd wed our lovers
  to be eternally together
  We'd move into the outfeild
  Where seniors play
  Then we could move into the outfeild
  Where our heroes play!
  Yeah you do don't you
  You always remember those days
  When Johnny had steady fists to raise
  Against the demons and monsters
  That had haunted our fathers
  When all we could think of
  Was to hide under our sheets
  Like cowerdly sheep
  My mother would hold us
  And father would know us
  As we grew up to be the strong and gentle kind
  We'd move into the outfeild
  Where seniors play
  Then we could move into the outfeild
  Where our heroes play!
  We were always led by example
  But only as children
  I have to be the leader today
  Cause there's a mess where stuck in
  Left for the children
  To become a king without a sage
  Is to be a leader today
  When we grew up
  We never thought our friends would die
  When we grew up
  Friday, July 2, 2010
My Heart's Like a Wound
 Im in that cycle of not sleeping.
 Seems like I cant find a way to talk to Brian Fallon without getting interupted by the agent people. Im trying to get into an already sold out concert.. I gotta go... The Gaslight Anthem is knit to my soul. Like when Jonathan saw David for the first time. 
 Their story is one of late nights spent on the floor dream about a beauty caught up fully in heartbreak or wonder, a story of the balance that brotherhoods give to a man weighed down by the world, a story where music is cherished and memories are cherished and people are cherished as they should be, a story where home might not be the places that we dream of having, but by my God, we will do our best to make it your home, a story where redemption means something to those who have lost all that they love to a hard and cold world.
 Man, that is MY STORY. That is my LIFE. That is what I live. I am knit to their music. I am knit to it. 
My best Friend and I became best friends over their albums... during long summer drives, with the radio pumped to its fullest as we felt the hot air pass across our arms outside of his Eighty-Eight Oldsmobile. We memorized every word they had to say... and I would always sing an octave higher than my buddy Alex.
If you do not know who the Gaslight Anthem is you need to stop reading this blog and go find the song "Meet me by the Rivers Edge" and soak that sucker in. Please for the love of Jesus Christ go listen to them. Jesus Christ's love is very very important. Saved my ass on multiple occasions.
Their concert is on October 8th. And I do not know why it got sold out three months beforehand... but this is wrong. 
So what am I gonna do now? Anything I can. Catch you kids later. 
Much Love.
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