I dig the cover Senses Fail did.

I don't, but it's not as bad as I expected.

[QUOTE=REINER][url]http://www.myspace.com/tonyhawksamericanwasteland[/url]

Senses Fail covering Suicidal Tendancies - it actually isn't bad despite how s[i][b][/i][/b]hitty this band is. TBS song sucks.[/QUOTE]
My Chemical Romance covering the Misfits was surprisingly good.

Did it leak? I can't wait to hear FOB butcher Start Today.

Umm, anyone got Go It Alone lyrics?

[QUOTE=REINER]Did it leak? I can't wait to hear FOB butcher Start Today.[/QUOTE]
Nah, it was just a clip from the electronic press kit. There was a couple clips and none of them were that bad.

Some of my friends are going to see FOB on Monday.

Oh, and I also hear the new Propagandhi leaked. I'll probably wait for that too though, it's only like 2 weeks.

[QUOTE=royman2001]Umm, anyone got Go It Alone lyrics?[/QUOTE]
Our mistakes
I'm trying to plug my ears to the white noise of wasted years. I want to drown it out because these days it's all I hear. I know it can hurt so bad, because I've seen that place. No matter how you try you can't see through the pain. It's not a glamorous place, it's a scary place. And it forces the question: "Do I have what it takes?" Trust me, you don't want to know what's behind these eyes, so turn your head away. I've done some things that I'm not proud of. I've lost all respect for myself. And I've lived through nights that I'd hoped would be my last. Trust me, you don't want to know what's behind these eyes, so turn your head away. And I can't undo or erase what haunts me to this day, but I'll learn from my mistakes. We all have stories we'll never tell, we all have secrets we'll take to our graves, because no mater how we try, nothing can change our mistakes. Nothing can change our mistakes.

The best of you
I'll toss you this plastic smile. A poor disguise for the sorrow behind my eyes. I know you've seen it a thousand times because you're wearing a smile that matches mine. Do you remember feeling whole, feeling innocent? Before you sold yourself for survival, before the horror stole the best of you? Nothing left of the girl in the family photograph. Reality crushes childhood dreams as the years pass. Now you've got survivors eyes that have seen too much and you can't replace whats lost. Do you remember feeling whole, feeling innocent? Before you sold yourself for survival, before the horror stole the best of you? I always wanted so much more for you.

Statement
Tell me what remains of all those statements made. Explanations fall so short of the truth. I've heard it all before a million times. Excuses run so thin. They make me sick. My ears are deaf to you, so you can save your breath. When it's all said and done I'll still be here and you won't have enough fingers to count the years. My empathy is lost, my understanding is not coming back. Commitments carved of the thinnest glass, it's just a matter of time before they crack. I put my fist through your empty words. I put this ink under my skin. I'm not giving up.

The silence
Wasting away. I've watched the sickness bleed you dry. Addicted to an image thats eating you away from the inside out. And I know that mirror screamed at you until it was deafening silence. My hands are tied so I'll be standing by, while you waste away.

Turn it off
I've watched too many friends destroy themselves, searching for fulfillment in the bottom of a bottle. And I know what it's like because I've felt it, too. That empty feeling can be enough to make you break. I know it's scary to face the truth of our lives. It's easier to just sedate our minds. Turn it off and disconnect ourselves. Numb all of our emotions until there's nothing left. Sifting through the wreckage of broken lives. Watch it all fall apart, leaving us dead inside. I won't settle for cheap escape, won't watch my life go down the drain, won't give up my control in an attempt to numb the pain. Watch it fall apart, keep running from ourselves. Watch it fall apart, try to drown out all the pain. You fell apart.

Picking up the pieces
So here I am, picking up the pieces of broken promises that I could never keep. And I'm too afraid to face up to the truth of my past so I just push it all away. So I'll be sitting right here with my head in my hands. Once again those memories are washing over me. Feeling alone and wanting to die, I couldn't find a reason to feel alive. But none of that will ever change the fact that I let you down when you needed me the most. So I'll be sitting right here with my head in my hands. I can only hope that one day I'll find it in myself to say those words to you. Two words that I'm afraid to speak: I'm sorry. I only hope you can understand. I'm sorry.

Close at hand
How does it feel when thoughts of me come to mind? Or is that just another part of your life that you left behind? Bridges burned and now you can't return. But you can't erase the past, the one thing I still have. I keep those memories close at hand, I keep them close to my heart. A painful reminder of the trust that you tore apart. And when I look back and bitterness is the only emotion left, well that's a feeling that I know you'll never understand. You don't want to know the pain that I have wished on you. And you'll never know because I keep it locked inside. Your ears will never hear the truth.

Reflection
The days turn to weeks and seasons pass in the blink of an eye. With all the time that passed I think myself got left behind. I don't want to look at my reflection and not recognize the person staring back at me. But I'm getting scared because with each day gone it feels like there's nothing left of what I used to be. I couldn't tell you exactly when I just gave up. When I let the apathy get the best of me and I stopped giving a ****. And now I feel so useless, can't dig myself out of this rut. Complacency occupies the space that my passions used to take up. I don't want to look at my reflection and not recognize the person staring back at me. But I'm getting scared because with each day gone it feels like there's nothing left of what I used to be. No, I won't let this get the best of me. No, I can't let this get the best of me. No, I'm not dead yet. No, I can't turn away when I've still got so much left to say.



Go it alone
We didn't grow apart, I know I pushed you away. Kept my emotions deep inside, far away from you. Is there something wrong with me? Something that I just can't see? What makes me turn away from all the people that I love?

[QUOTE=CONNER_NWHC]Our mistakes
I'm trying to plug my ears to the white noise of wasted years. I want to drown it out because these days it's all I hear. I know it can hurt so bad, because I've seen that place. No matter how you try you can't see through the pain. It's not a glamorous place, it's a scary place. And it forces the question: "Do I have what it takes?" Trust me, you don't want to know what's behind these eyes, so turn your head away. I've done some things that I'm not proud of. I've lost all respect for myself. And I've lived through nights that I'd hoped would be my last. Trust me, you don't want to know what's behind these eyes, so turn your head away. And I can't undo or erase what haunts me to this day, but I'll learn from my mistakes. We all have stories we'll never tell, we all have secrets we'll take to our graves, because no mater how we try, nothing can change our mistakes. Nothing can change our mistakes.

The best of you
I'll toss you this plastic smile. A poor disguise for the sorrow behind my eyes. I know you've seen it a thousand times because you're wearing a smile that matches mine. Do you remember feeling whole, feeling innocent? Before you sold yourself for survival, before the horror stole the best of you? Nothing left of the girl in the family photograph. Reality crushes childhood dreams as the years pass. Now you've got survivors eyes that have seen too much and you can't replace whats lost. Do you remember feeling whole, feeling innocent? Before you sold yourself for survival, before the horror stole the best of you? I always wanted so much more for you.

Statement
Tell me what remains of all those statements made. Explanations fall so short of the truth. I've heard it all before a million times. Excuses run so thin. They make me sick. My ears are deaf to you, so you can save your breath. When it's all said and done I'll still be here and you won't have enough fingers to count the years. My empathy is lost, my understanding is not coming back. Commitments carved of the thinnest glass, it's just a matter of time before they crack. I put my fist through your empty words. I put this ink under my skin. I'm not giving up.

The silence
Wasting away. I've watched the sickness bleed you dry. Addicted to an image thats eating you away from the inside out. And I know that mirror screamed at you until it was deafening silence. My hands are tied so I'll be standing by, while you waste away.

Turn it off
I've watched too many friends destroy themselves, searching for fulfillment in the bottom of a bottle. And I know what it's like because I've felt it, too. That empty feeling can be enough to make you break. I know it's scary to face the truth of our lives. It's easier to just sedate our minds. Turn it off and disconnect ourselves. Numb all of our emotions until there's nothing left. Sifting through the wreckage of broken lives. Watch it all fall apart, leaving us dead inside. I won't settle for cheap escape, won't watch my life go down the drain, won't give up my control in an attempt to numb the pain. Watch it fall apart, keep running from ourselves. Watch it fall apart, try to drown out all the pain. You fell apart.

Picking up the pieces
So here I am, picking up the pieces of broken promises that I could never keep. And I'm too afraid to face up to the truth of my past so I just push it all away. So I'll be sitting right here with my head in my hands. Once again those memories are washing over me. Feeling alone and wanting to die, I couldn't find a reason to feel alive. But none of that will ever change the fact that I let you down when you needed me the most. So I'll be sitting right here with my head in my hands. I can only hope that one day I'll find it in myself to say those words to you. Two words that I'm afraid to speak: I'm sorry. I only hope you can understand. I'm sorry.

Close at hand
How does it feel when thoughts of me come to mind? Or is that just another part of your life that you left behind? Bridges burned and now you can't return. But you can't erase the past, the one thing I still have. I keep those memories close at hand, I keep them close to my heart. A painful reminder of the trust that you tore apart. And when I look back and bitterness is the only emotion left, well that's a feeling that I know you'll never understand. You don't want to know the pain that I have wished on you. And you'll never know because I keep it locked inside. Your ears will never hear the truth.

Reflection
The days turn to weeks and seasons pass in the blink of an eye. With all the time that passed I think myself got left behind. I don't want to look at my reflection and not recognize the person staring back at me. But I'm getting scared because with each day gone it feels like there's nothing left of what I used to be. I couldn't tell you exactly when I just gave up. When I let the apathy get the best of me and I stopped giving a ****. And now I feel so useless, can't dig myself out of this rut. Complacency occupies the space that my passions used to take up. I don't want to look at my reflection and not recognize the person staring back at me. But I'm getting scared because with each day gone it feels like there's nothing left of what I used to be. No, I won't let this get the best of me. No, I can't let this get the best of me. No, I'm not dead yet. No, I can't turn away when I've still got so much left to say.



Go it alone
We didn't grow apart, I know I pushed you away. Kept my emotions deep inside, far away from you. Is there something wrong with me? Something that I just can't see? What makes me turn away from all the people that I love?[/QUOTE]


Maybe I should have said Go It Alone's The Only Blood Between Us lyrics...

Thanks for your help anyways...

There is if you buy the album, jew.

God Da[i][b][/i][/b]mniT! Pat or Conner get on aim and send me the rest of the blacklisted album! And someone find me the new propagandhi.

[QUOTE=REINER]God Da[i][b][/i][/b]mniT! Pat or Conner get on aim and send me the rest of the blacklisted album! And someone find me the new propagandhi.[/QUOTE]

don't think the Prop. has leaked.

It has.

Kasey or Griff, what's the site where you can order the SIS/WED split?

[url]http://www.twelvegaugehc.com[/url]

I'm not sure if you can still order it though, because it was supposed to ship today.

Email Jihad.

[email]jihadr@comcast.net[/email]

CB said US scenesters havent migrated to faux grind/death metal yet, Like with the black dahlia murder being the big thing, hes joking yeh?

tbdm is meloddeath though, not faux.

I think I can still order it just no shirt.

Well, the whole spazzcore thing is like kids thinking the bands incorporate grind in the music. Like I've heard kids say the Blood Brothers have grind songs. The trend is like spazzcore/grindcore.

"Dude, Daughters are so good. I love grindcore."

Daughters are one of the worst bands i ever listened too. SOOOOOOO bad

Reiner, I'll have the new prop. by tomorrow morning at the latest.

Yeah, they're pretty weak. My friend found their first EP which was only on vinyl and it sounded okay. But their full length and whole deal is just lame.

I'll probably just buy that. It comes out the 18th right?

yep. I can not go 2 more weeks without this album.

So youre not getting the I <3 GORE AND MAGGOTS/cannibal corpse shirt myspace combo.

Friday December 9th
STRIKE ANYWHERE
PAINT IT BLACK
A GLOBAL THREAT
TORCHE
@ First Unitarian Church

Here's the full line-up for that show. I'm seeing a Global Threat next friday too, i'm not a big fan though.

Hot d[I]a[/I]mn!

Griff let me know if you find the new prop. I just got a router and too lazy to fix soulseek right now.

The Bubble Boy episode of Seinfeld was on. THE MOOPS!

I am like 13-14 in line for it, I'll have it by like 9:30 probablly (12:30 for you)

and I think you should still be able to get into my files even if you have a router, mine is configured and I think both need to be on for the whole "Error" thing.

I don't like where eagles dare all that much.

[QUOTE=obese_breasts]I am like 13-14 in line for it, I'll have it by like 9:30 probablly (12:30 for you)

and I think you should still be able to get into my files even if you have a router, mine is configured and I think both need to be on for the whole "Error" thing.[/QUOTE]
I'll probably have fallen asleep by then because we ran like 5 miles for soccer today.

I was in the middle of setting up my ports then I realised I have to do it on all the PC's on my network which means my sisters which is all the way upstairs. Soo lazy. Also I like having a changing IP.

yeah the static IP bit kind sucks, let's just hope I never get caught.

I got a letter from my ISP saying "IMPORTANT SECURITY INFORMATION" on it and I got really scared. Then I realised how easy I can lie and get out of it all. It's been over a week and my mom has yet to say anything to me, so I think I'm in the clear.

hahaha, I think I'd be pretty scared if I got something like that.

EDIT: S[SIZE=2]h[/SIZE]it I might have the new Propagandhi sooner than I thought, the queue is down to 3

I swear obese breasts is one of my favorite names of all time.

what?

to reiner*

His user name is cool.

Kasey, let us nerd in peace.

It's too late. I already read what he said, and can't turn back.

[QUOTE=victimofreality]what?

to reiner*[/QUOTE]

ohh

im starting to get into grindcore. its rediculous