I think lately I have been at my most confused, sad and optimistic.
There has been a slew of strange days where the many persona's of Captain PirateFace have taken the reins of this chunk ass pirates body machine.
I have lost some friendships and a huge amount of faith in people.
But I am, for the most part... doing alright.
I have been reading allot lately. Right now I am reading "The old man and the Sea" and will leave you with a quote from that book before the strange and random poetry. I am not going to delve too much into my personal life tonight, but I will say that every day I hope for the best and usually get the opposite or worse.. but like the fool I am destined to be... I just cannot give up.
Saw "Harry and the Potters" with Gabriel a weekish ago and they were just fantastic.. find their music and see them live. For a band that just does songs about everything Harry Potter they kick some major ass and are very fun to watch.
The Rentals are coming to Las Vegas! FUCK YEAH! If you are scratching your head (or ass) saying "who???" Go find their music and listen... now. Also going to be seeing Reel Big Fish soon and tomorrow night, She Wants Revenge.
To those of you who used to be my pals... couldn't you have just looked on from the outside?
Sheri, again you rock and thank you for reading this shite blog of doom.
(which I know you are doing right now).
Oh yeah and....
If you can attend... please do! Also the Captain Will be there on First Friday as well.
(Hopefully with a new zine baby!)
Nuff about this and that and on with the torture baby!
A small sample of lyrics from "The man with two brains" by The Rentals...
It just feels like a Captain PirateFace theme song...
Been thinkin' bout the conversations, our situation My frustration, leading to your suffocation Feel uptight and my thoughts deranged and insane Like The Man With Two Brains So, I forgot the neurotic, got into the psychotic All those words haven't heard, you're kind of erotic Got no guilt, got no mind, got no reason, got no time I'm high on the sly
And another bit of lyrics from "These Days" By The Rentals
These days I may not be so happy After all, after all that I have gained I still feel sad when I'm all alone I may have felt that path decay? I may not be so swift after all All the chances you have given me I just let you go I guess I've been like this before Sometimes I can't stand up and be a man But God why would I lose it now When I need my strength at hand You know sometimes I can be real cool All the words just seem to flow right along But when that girl approaches me Well it all goes wrong These days leave me hopelessly delirious I wish these days were gone Oh please end These days I may not be so happy After all, after all the chances you have given me I just let you go let you go
The Current "Life of Captain PirateFace" Soundtrack
1. Link Wray = Rumble
2. Sid Vicious = Somethin' Else
3. The Rentals = Man with two brains
4. Nine Inch Nails = A warm place (featuring Stella Soleil)
5. Arcade Fire = In the backseat
6. Clinic = Distortions
7. Public Image Limited = Rise
8. Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds = The Weeping Song
9. Santo and Johnny = Sleep Walk
10. Air = Il Secundo Giorno (Instrumental)
11. Gordon Merrick and Liz Enthusiasm = The Never Ending Story
12. Kings of Leon = On Call
13. Violent Femmes = American Music
14. Jim Carrol Band = People who died
"Imagine, if each day a man must try to kill the moon, he thought. The moon runs away.
But imagine if a man each day should have to try to kill the sun? We were born lucky, he thought."
The old man's thoughts from
"The Old man and the Sea" by Ernest Hemingway
this fragmented mind has gone iron
Too much on the brain.
Thoughts of female companionship used to ease the pressure...
now it's closer to a forced seizure.
I truly believe that God put me together wrong.
Not enough brains and too much heart.
What a prankster.
I don't know how to command this failing mind.
The sadness sets in and the storm breaks sinking my toy boats in an angry dark ocean.
The rage tears my soul, my stomach and my life into bloody strips of meat.
My record is skipping and she stands in the corner swaying to the mistake of my looping, screeching heartache...
Refusing to turn the phonograph off, or even smashing the record to shiny vinyl pieces of death.
I am failing at everything except failing.
And though you all are quick to pin it down as a lie...
I love you all and gladly suffer for all the mistakes any of us have made.
I am not alone in crumbling my universe.
All you smiling bastards with weapon of choice, secretively hidden behind your backs can share in this wealth of guilt, even if it is mostly my burden to carry.
I wish you all the best.
And of course just a touch of this madness you all seem to think you understand...
yeah good luck with that.
pity for what?
Today I sat staring into the sun,
watching Angels collide and come crashing down at my feet.
I listened for my lovers voice in the distance...
my very own sweet wife.
But all that ever came back was silence.
The limited love ran out and just as she had begged me to do,
time and time again, my body collapsed soulless and rigid...
my eyes locked in a death stare as my final tears fell like dying stars down my weathered face.
She begged for this.
I am only complying.
I slip away every night.
I beg her to hold me..
to never let me go...
She always waves goodbye as she walks into the darkness.
Goodnight, Good luck and love to you all,