My Chelle (cOkeBoOgErs)
Open up to the feel of my hand on the back of your arm
Finger in a place I can’t ever find when the bones bury me
No more sin if it feels like rain
I won’t live life and be in pain
Remember the passing moments, as they aren’t even there
Your beauty is the reason I can’t help but stare
When you go away I love the day
You come back to my arms and ask me if you can stay
No more sin, it makes no sense
I never asked to be like this
No more sin if it feels this good
You are my angel I guess we should
Roll these wicked bones of white
In a casket made for us tonight
My lips are numb and I search for your face
This Jersey town such a barren place
Now you’re gone to meet your self
I sit and high with no one else
Will tempt me ever be a drink I pair
With a sharp pang of you’re not even halfway there
With a heart of blaque I swim in you
It’s a love you never knew.
White and high these evil eyes
Take animals to tame them from the
Cages of a heart I used to keep away from everyone else
You got me. I sit alone.
You’re always right, ‘cuz I’m always stoned.
Love me. I want only to be your happy key to the golden gable.
Choose me as your human
Make me a man in your embrace
Make me cry and feel ashamed
Make me be unable to not sing your name
I am broken and buried in a six-foot whole
I’ll be here until you come home on Wednesday to
Pick me up into your arms.
Lonely without your accidental divinity.
If you are blind or related to Paris Hilton, you may be rich, but certainly have not the ability to recall that I am a big fan of HURT and their new album. I was poking around for some more morsels about the foursome when I learned about how trying the recording process was for the album “Vol. 2”. If you have not, please check out their extremely cool website. HURT Website – Click Here, Piggies!
This makes it all the more amazing of him to have reached out and offered some of his time to NakedEric for an interview for this blog! Whilst we work on the particulars, please stay tuned (no pun intended) and support the band. I mean, what other band would answer a “shot in the dark” invitation for an interview from a guy named NakedEric? HURT does this for the music, the catharsis of performance, and for the fans. J.Loren’s response is proof that this is more than just rockstar bulldoody.
American Idol (Idle Americans) has NOT killed ALL of the real music! HURT is fun! YAY!
A gnu is a cute animal ripe for domestication. Strange how it was left out in the cold with all those other hairy bits. Anyway, in preparation for this article, I found myself inescapably learning about “new albums”, “gnu doldrums”, and “Mitch Albom”. Mitch did his best to focus attention on that lame day of the week, Tuesday. Who cares about Tuesdays? Morrie. “Tuesdays With Morrie” set the lukewarm day on FIRE. The book sold zillions of copies and prompted him, Mitch not Morrie, to write another tome, “The Five People You Meet In Heaven”. I always imagined meeting more than five people in heaven, but it seems that Mitch knows more than everyone else because he writes books.. That’s why I want to write books. I want people to think I’m smart. So, congrats Mitch. Your little red books have found their way onto many a coffee table and bathroom floor (poop-perusing).
Avenged Sevenfold likes big words with syllables galore. Their new album is out and has quenched the thirst of an ever-growing horde of fans who adore their mix of shred-o-my-god geetars, heart attack drums, and melodies that stick in your craw like the song you hate the most when it comes on the radio and yu atre forced to hear it. Ever get embarrassed when you sing, out loud, a commercial jingle at some random time, in public? That’s the hookiness of Avenged. Let’s move on to say WAS the hookiness of Avenged. The new album is blah in many categories. If you liked “City of Evil” you will not like the new album. The good thing about Avenged is that they have been around for so long and have such a vast library of past successes, that a mediocre album like this one can be shrugged off like a gnu fart on a windy day, in heaven.
When you sit down, stand up, or hover and begin to ponder putting words together to express your feelings regarding an album that nips you in places that have no name, it often amounts to quite a daunting task. HURT is the most underrated and unknown great band out right now. That is a fact. Anyone who listens to their previous effort, cleverly named, “Vol. 1” immediately sees this omission of HURT in the gilded halls of super de duper bands of the day. Day! Vol. 2 is not only a “go hump yourself” to the Sophomore Jinx, it is one of the best albums I have heard in ten years (at least). Go to iTunes now and buy it. Go to Best Buy now and Best Buy it. It has a shiny white cover. Ok. Now, as you listen to Sunners Lost and Ten Ton Brick, recall what I am saying here. Come back and comment. Somewhere say, hey nakedE you were right! Why? Well, I am going to campaign actively for an interivew whith the gents from HURT. I want to find out how they pull this together so perfectly and what they are going to do when they inevitaby explode into superstsrdom. So, HURT, if you are reading – contact me so we can plaster this blog with HURTAmerica. I’ll even write the interview clothed in hopes that we can sheathe my pecker. Well, not we, I would never ask HURT to sheathe my penis. I would organize a charitsble event where they could play. I have done this before with a ….
OH MY. I am so tired I am falling asleep at the keyboard here. I have to continue this later, aaeaekkkk
Buy HURT “Vol. 2” and then surf over here. by then we can both go on nd on not capitalizing “By” and leaving the “a” out of “and”.
HURT rhymes with BURT.