Post by jennsactown on Aug 24, 2008 15:20:16 GMT -5
Hey Marty,
It was great seeing you in Redding, Show rocked!! Amazing energy. I had such a great time, I love a live show..Makes me happy and relieves a lot of stress.
Ok two things
Kyle and I had this funny discussion on the long drive home.
What is it you do off stage during STFU?
We came up with all kinds of senarios. I think having a drink and cooling off. but the funniest, Kyle thought maybe it might have involved whispering through the curtain to security about the grabby girls in the front. He has never been witness to that before, hes more familar with black metal shows and moshing.
second
here are 2 of kyles poems, he was really inspired talking with you and will be sending you the linK-- thanks for taking the time and sharing some thoughts
enjoy your time in Chicago,
Jennifer
I was going up the stair
I saw a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish, he’d stay away
Hollow Man, Shadow Man
Hiding deep under my bed
Writing in black the letters of red
Whispering in tounges, Oh so old
Of dark nights accompainied by cold
Hollow Man, Shadow Man
Lurking behind open doors
He’s the creaking in my floors
Please, please, I don’t want to play
Please, please, Just go away
Hollow Man, Shadow Man
He died so very long ago
Buried beneath miles of ice and snow
Says he came to protect me from harm
But I wake lying in my own blood warm
Hollow Man, Shadow Man
When I get up he’s there waiting for me
He was sitting in the mirror, Can it be
It seems I’ve become a Shadow Man too
I’m dead-cold, and hollow, but comming for you
Watch how the bodies fly
Limp and cold to the sky
They had stopped to smell
The maggoted rose from hell
Thier eyes are quiet and facile
As they fall into the corpsepile
Seems so long they soared
Watch the decent I abhorred
Endless fun, timeless wars
Sent them to open evil doors
What couldnt have been done
About the dead on the run
Here Pascal's word cant apply
When false victory is so nigh
All measures are taken to send
Infidels to thier land of pretend
Milk and honey running acrid
Virgin juices flow like an acid
Putrid men glide under clouds
At first loud and now no sounds
Gorred upon thier own beasts
Gutted once now theres a feast
Crumpling inside my landfill
Twitching after the bitter pill
It was great seeing you in Redding, Show rocked!! Amazing energy. I had such a great time, I love a live show..Makes me happy and relieves a lot of stress.
Ok two things
Kyle and I had this funny discussion on the long drive home.
What is it you do off stage during STFU?
We came up with all kinds of senarios. I think having a drink and cooling off. but the funniest, Kyle thought maybe it might have involved whispering through the curtain to security about the grabby girls in the front. He has never been witness to that before, hes more familar with black metal shows and moshing.
second
here are 2 of kyles poems, he was really inspired talking with you and will be sending you the linK-- thanks for taking the time and sharing some thoughts
enjoy your time in Chicago,
Jennifer
I was going up the stair
I saw a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
I wish, I wish, he’d stay away
Hollow Man, Shadow Man
Hiding deep under my bed
Writing in black the letters of red
Whispering in tounges, Oh so old
Of dark nights accompainied by cold
Hollow Man, Shadow Man
Lurking behind open doors
He’s the creaking in my floors
Please, please, I don’t want to play
Please, please, Just go away
Hollow Man, Shadow Man
He died so very long ago
Buried beneath miles of ice and snow
Says he came to protect me from harm
But I wake lying in my own blood warm
Hollow Man, Shadow Man
When I get up he’s there waiting for me
He was sitting in the mirror, Can it be
It seems I’ve become a Shadow Man too
I’m dead-cold, and hollow, but comming for you
Watch how the bodies fly
Limp and cold to the sky
They had stopped to smell
The maggoted rose from hell
Thier eyes are quiet and facile
As they fall into the corpsepile
Seems so long they soared
Watch the decent I abhorred
Endless fun, timeless wars
Sent them to open evil doors
What couldnt have been done
About the dead on the run
Here Pascal's word cant apply
When false victory is so nigh
All measures are taken to send
Infidels to thier land of pretend
Milk and honey running acrid
Virgin juices flow like an acid
Putrid men glide under clouds
At first loud and now no sounds
Gorred upon thier own beasts
Gutted once now theres a feast
Crumpling inside my landfill
Twitching after the bitter pill