Wordjunk
There can’t be glue
between the flier
and the wall
it sticks with an adhesive
all it’s own.
Read between the lines
see the words that have enraptured you
so
it’s like technicolor snow
doesn’t make sense
but you’ll watch it
anyways
I always knew you would
be the one to turn this
sentence around
talk your way out
of our final freedom.
This pen fits just like a glove
around your hand
a little tight
okay
We’ll start again
some other day.
Write this down so you
will never forget
the promises you make
the terror is inside you
but your love is much stronger
than all these cobwebs
holding up your corpse.
Wordjunk
falls back in the bin
again
and again
crimple crumple
rumple dump
Just another
writers slump
Keep telling yourself
this is what you want
Keep on going
no matter what.
Hold it together
and fuck this up.
Undertow by Tool on Undertow
One of my favorite songs, by one of my favorite bands. Perhaps thee favorite.
I love almost every one of Tool’s songs, really. Their themes and lyrics have always piqued my interest and curiosity. Some digging is required to comprehend what they say, and it is then you discover the lyrics can have multiple meanings - particularly in comparison to the music videos. Tool’s lyrics are very subjective, also, in that they are seemingly designed for anyone to derive their own meanings from them. But in the end it’s all about the music and the emotion it evokes. The band itself has stated that they start with the music and then build the lyrics off of the “emotion” it may bring. That is why in concert the band is always in the forefront while Maynard’s singing in the back somewhere bein’ all creeper.
A History of Bad Men
by The Melvins
on (A) Senile Animal
“Did you hear that? I got a real bad feeling
How many more do you suppose they’re keeping?
Don’t make a sound, they’re not dead - just sleeping
Dire, dire, dire - it’s fleeting.”
Eleven Ways To End The Pain by The Flashbulb
You could punch your brains out with a club
Or cut your wrists up in the tub
You could take a shotgun to your face
Or throw yourself down a staircase
You could play chicken with a train
Or stick a big pencil in your brain
You could cut your throat with my CD
Or drive your car into a tree
You could bungee jump into some fire
Or rip out your lungs with rusty pliars
You could shoot an agent in your veins
Eleven ways to end the pain
Stefan Sidelnick is everything and nothing at once. Sometimes he is a poet, other times a comedian, but mostly he is lazy and will post whatever he feels like.
