The Broseidon Adventure...
One of these days someone is going to need to explain to me what the fuck just happened.
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Just realized I have 18 songs I haven’t recorded. I really need to get off my fat ass and accomplish something.
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What’s worse? Thinking you’re paranoid or knowing you should be?
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PropertyOfZack Stream : : Right Away, Great Captain!
It’s been a few months since our interview with Andy Hull, but PropertyOfZack is incredibly excited to premiere the first track from Right Away, Great Captain!’s final album. “Blame” is the opening track on The Church Of The Good Thief which will be released June 12th via Favorite Gentlemen Recordings and is the final installment in the RAGC Trilogy which also includes 2006’s The Bitter End and 2008’s The Eventually Home.
The album will be available in digital formats through all major digital retailers and as part of a 4xLP vinyl set that includes all three albums in the trilogy. A collection of unreleased songs, demos, and outtakes titled The Lost Sea will also be available as part of the deluxe pre-order package. The pre-order includes some very limited items and will launch next week so make sure to keep an eye on the site for more information. In the meantime, stream the opening track, “Blame,” and check out the artwork and track listing below by clicking “Read More!”
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I want a woman who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh. I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on. And if you can do that, I will follow you on bloody stumps through the snow. I will nibble your mukluks with my own teeth. I will do your windows. I will care about your feelings. Just have something in there.
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Henry Rollins
via i’ll be your little shark.
(Source: fffightoffyourdemons)
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“Sometimes I pretend my mouth is a tight wet pussy and a Big Mac or a scoop of Ben & Jerry’s Coffee Heath Bar Crunch is a big hard throbbing cock that I’m just jamming in there like I’m my own face rapist. Except I like it. What I mean is, it’s disgusting and patently not OK what I’m doing, but it totally makes me come. God, Nature, etc. are like, “Noooo!” and I’m like, “Yeeesssss! Get in here! Get in my greedy mouth-pussy and just jizz gallons of tasty horror down into my guts till I explode under a highway on-ramp like a dead and bloated kidnapped college volleyball player who used to be sexy but then got hooked on junk and would do anything—ANYTHING—to get it, including the types of things that can get you murdered and dumped under a highway on-ramp.”
“…I had to pull over and throw up the other day because I ate too much cheese and cookies at a meeting where they had free cheese and cookies JUST SITTING THERE, OUT IN THE OPEN, UNGUARDED, WHILE WE WERE TRYING TO DO BUSINESS. I ate so very many of each. One woman at the meeting looked at me with a level of disgust I reserve for people who hit their kids at the mall.
If I build up enough food-pressure inside my tummy it feels like someone is hugging me, from the inside. Like I’m hugging me. It’s a lousy facsimile of what it might it feel like if I was happy with myself. It’s disgusting. And I do it all the time. I am typing this with a breadstick.”
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Sowing Season
Was losing all my friends.
Was losing them to drinking and to driving.
Was losing all my friends, but I got them back.
I am on the mend.
At least now I can say that I am trying.
And I hope you will forget things I still lack.
Is it in you now,
To bear to hear the truth that you have spoken?
Twisted up by knaves,
To make a trap for fools.
Is it in you now,
To watch the things you gave your life to broken?
And stoop and build them up with warn out tools.[^ from Rudyard Kipling’s poem “If”]
Nothing gets so bad,
A whisper from your father couldn’t fix it.
He whispers like a bridge, it’s a river spanned.
Take all that you have,
And turn it into something you would miss if
Somebody threw that brick, shattered all your plans.
Time to get the seeds into the cold ground.
It takes a while to grow anything,
Before it’s coming to the end
Before you put my body in the cold ground,
Take some time to warm it with your hand,
Before it’s coming to an end.
Do you miss the blend,
Of colors she left in your black and white field?
Do you feel condemned just being there?
I am not your friend.
I am just a man who knows how to feel.
I am not your friend.
I’m not your lover.
I’m not your family.
Time to get the seeds into the cold ground.
It takes a while to grow anything,
Before it’s coming to the end.
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