a wanderer came by this morning

i ust recently discovered this group they are calle first aid kit and they are only 18 and 16, tremendous talent and old souls, some of the most beautiful voices i've ever heard

emma

so i had a strange dream last night....


blood shot eyes and smeared makeup
havnt slept for days
dealers at the door
i wont anwser

emma i barely knew you
it had to end somewere
shake the dope out
live through the cold sweat
emma i love you

how i wish i could sleep
when i think about you now

i barely knew you
it had to end somewere
shake out the dope
live through the cold
emma i love you
may you find peace tonight

leave the pain behind
miles from anywere
were you dont feel anything

i didnt feel you wake up
like every morning before

i could go on
but you will always be home to me
copyright kenny lawrence 2009

pearl jam reissue "ten"

i couldnt be more excited, one of the best albums of my childhood is being rereleased for a new generation, no one could touch pearl jam in the 90s and now
a new set of fans can see what all of us saw so long ago

mastodon fly over the sun with new album

mastodon have always been something that we could call original, but with this new album "crack the skye" they have reached new heights, what else can i say other than simply amazing. the concept of the album is a man loses both his arms and legs he then astral projects his spirit and flys too close to the sun and his line burns and sends him off into the universe, he somehow ends up in 1900s russia and along with several other spirits finds about the plot to murder rasputin the mad monk, during a seance held by a russian secret occult group he and the other spirits warn rasputin and enter his body to make him immortal, and so we see were the strangeness that followed rasputin's death came from, my advice is buy this album it is truly epic


oblivion from crack the skye

ther'es a killer on the road

i think i just might need a little lord byron romanticism in my life, maybe that will make things seem less monotinous, maybe not. here i am again searching my soul for all of you to listen.

it seems like this has become a requirment for me. bad prunciation aside thats what editors are for.

im gonna go on a tagent about my favorite subject as of late, the doors. i wanted to ask a question. why did john densmore hate jim morrison so much? i mean was it because he was jelous of jim? maybe we'll never know. five to one is playing on my jukebox at the moment and im diggin the hell out of it. they truly are one of the worlds greatest bands

all the children are insane...waiting for the summer rain

i honestly dont know what to talk about.....but it helps


desperately in need some strangers hand
in a desperate land
lost in a roman wilderness of pain
and all the children are insane

now i know that was the doors. which i am currently listening to. i just wish i could be the free spirit i make myself out to be. i wish i could escape from everyday fears and insecurites. somewhere were the drugs will do what they are supposed to do, what is that you ask? bring about some sort of escape. im one of those people who believes things will get worse befor they get better. i want to end up on some foreign plane, some end to this,


on and on the trees will take root
they ride on an on
begin to see
what false start they made for you

hate is such a strong word, i wouldnt say i hate everything, but everything does seem to annoy me, i feel like i could be greater than i am. but maybe thats dreams i'll never see. like a flower blooming in winter it just doesnt make sense does it?
i just write down what comes to my mind and lord this soothes my aching soul.
what good does it do? what purpose does this entail? freedom my friend, freedom from the oppression that is my own mind. one day someone will look back on this and hopefully they will find some sort of enlightenment from it. thats my prayer that maybe it will happen. summer is approaching and it is time for the deadhead in me to come out. happier days are coming. i dont think i can take much more of this winter hell.
-kenny

the dead rehearse for spring tour!!

WAKE UP!

"there was an erie strangness about america in 1967-the old,free republic dying in pain; an undercurrent of moral quesiness about everything; the rot underlying the structure of american existence; a free floating fear of psychic earthquakes ina suicidal dreamscape of drugs and sex."

that is a quote from a jim morrison bio that i thought sounded a lot like what america is turning into today. except there is no free movement, only people dumbing themselves down with methanphetamines and barbitates, video games, movies with no substance, marriages that end within a year, everyday fears being pumped into you by the media like a diabetic who needs an insulin shot or he's gonna die. so you can go out and buy so and so that you dont need. i mean i know im not the first to say something like this but i mean if it were ever more true now it is. so what i propose is wake up and work together again. the hippies were right

nickorette

new conor oberst and the mystic valley band song "nickorette" and yes it's really spelled like that HAPPY FRIDAY

this brings tears to my eyes

oh my sweet carolina

it seems to me that every single one of my friends as well as me are fucked in the head in some way shape or form. i sit here and i think of all these "problems" that other people tell me about everytime we get together for a drink or something of the sort. and i sit there and i listen and i realize dude you're problems are nothing compared to some people. we as americans are spoiled fucking rotten. and technology is killing us. whatever happened to simpler things like sitting around playing poker on sat night listening to old bob dylan records sippin on a little jack and no one losing thier fucking minds. it seems like evertime i go to a party or get together someone freaks out after having a little too much. no one knows how to catch a buzz an then stop. why is it always about "lets get fucking shitfaced tonight man" or "im gonna get so wasted" its like everything needs to be taken to an extreme or you cant have fun. i just dont understand what posses someone to be a complete jackass at times. honestly i've had my share of drunken escapades and acting like a fool. but i've sort of caught on the whole monoitony of it and im sick and tired of it. but for you're enjoyment here is ryan adams with oh my sweet carolina such a haunting song