napalm and graphite

Finally, the second blog is born.

napalm and graphite

Blog description is the first post on the page.

Lot o' love.
-Napalm

Why?

I've had a lot of messages sent my way about why I don't do certain things with my blog. The only answer and advice that I have for those who present these suggestions in a not-so-nice manner: You can always create a blog of your own.

I'll take any constructive criticism you have, but don't talk out of the lower end of your anatomy. Thanks.

Love you all.
-Napalm

Alien Abduction?/ Lyrics of the Day 22 July, 2008

No, not an abduction. Just the light staring down at you from a seat in the dentist chair. And I have one tip for those who easily take to Novocaine (I usually don't but guess something else was going on with my body today). If you take easily to it, blow your nose before your appointment. Do not laugh. Today the entire right side of my face went numb and I was concerned that I couldn't breathe through my nose, let alone control want substances may escape.

Now that I shared that anecdote of my day, now for my usual lazy cop-out (a.k.a lyrics).

DESCENDENTS LYRICS
" 'Merican"

We flipped our finger to the king of england
Stole our country from the indians
With god on our side and guns in our hands
We took it for our own
A nation dedicated to liberty
Justice and equality
Does it look that way to you?
It doesn't look that way to me
The sickest joke I know

[Chorus]
Listen up man, I'll tell you who I am
Just another stupid american
You don't wanna listen
You don't wanna understand
So finish up your drink and go home

I come from the land of Ben Franklin
Twain and Poe and Walt Whitman
Otis Redding, Ellington,
The country that I love
But it's a land of the slaves and the ku klux klan
Haymarket riot and the great depression
Joe McCarthy, Vietnam
The sickest joke I know

[Chorus]

I'm proud and ashamed
Every fourth of july
You got to know the truth
Before you say that you got pride

Now the cops got tanks 'cause the kids got guns
Shrinks pushin' pills on everyone
Cancer from the ocean, cancer from the sun
Straight to Hell we go

[Chorus 2x]

Stretched Thin/Lyrics of the Day 15 July 2008

Some thing has to be going on when it's been a long week and it's only Tuesday. One word can explain it all- money. Do I really need to go any further? Being a college student without any money is not a good place to be, stress-level-wise and employers around here are purposely (not all but most I applied to) waiting for a time when there are less college students around. I suspect it has something to do with the fact they want an employee that's a bit more long-term. Forget the fact that I actually EARNED a high school diploma the first time around and that I probably have more volunteer experience than the typical teenager, but since I've never had a legal job (under the table) and am leaving at the end of August - I'm not worth giving a shot. I don't know, it's just tiring...and I'm in debt before I even step foot on campus because of the usual student loans.


So, returning to my usual sanity provider; I'm going to throw on the headphones and breathe deeply ha ha. Here are the lyrics of the day and maybe I'll add a video for you. Courtesy of the all-powerful YouTube and my YouTube account.

Joe Strummer & the Mescaleros Lyrics
"Redemption Song"
Original by Bob Marley

Old pirates yes they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my hand was made strong
By the hand of the almighty
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly
Won't you help to sing, these songs of freedom
Cause all I ever had, redemption songs
Redemption songs

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Have no fear for atomic energy
Cause none of them can stop the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look
Some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fulfill the book

So won't you help to sing, these songs of freedom
Cause all I ever had, redemption songs
Redemption songs, redemption songs

Old pirates yes they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look
Some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fulfill the book

So won't you help to sing, these songs of freedom
Cause all I ever had, these songs of freedom
Cause all I ever had, redemption songs
These songs of freedom, these songs of freedom

Lyrics of the Day: 7 July, 2008

The Unseen
"Negative Outlook"




I think so fucking hard my heads gonna explode.
The hate replaces blood, and it's all that I know.
Your words mean total nothing our existence is corruption
That's how I see it why don't you give it a try.
Sadness becomes anger and I don't ask why.
I've seen so much truth theirs no more tears to cry.
It ran out years ago the wells gone dry
I no longer care and now I realize I have a

Negative outlook
That's why I have a
Negative outlook
And it wont change

Do I really care sometimes I wish I could
Then I think what I despise and it feels really good.
I wont worship false power as you destroy earth.
I don't give a damn what you say its worth.
What makes me feel this way. what have I become.
The seasons still change but the damage is done.
Its just another culture forced to die.
No cares no conscience I'm desensitized with a

Negative outlook
That's why I have a
Negative outlook
And it wont change

And that is how I realized I am negative

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Lyrics of the Day: 30 June, 2008

LARS FREDERIKSEN & THE BASTARDS
LYRICS

"Campbell, CA"

Well the light from the alleys brings warmth to the night
We're meager disciples they gather in rite
It's time for the indignant paupers to speak
This town belongs to me
The gravel lines archways
The perilous streets were desperate deeds
Find buyers in heaps
God bless the concrete and chaos it keeps
This town belongs to me
The wind from the ocean it whistles in trees
My mouth stagnated by the cold that is brings
The end of the world is closer than it seems
This town belongs to me.

What if there were no hypothetical questions?

I know, I'm a bit late but I'm a slow blogger. But this is for George Carlin. One hell of a comedian. Abso-fuckin-lutely hilarious. If you've never heard/seen his stand up I command thee to leave now to search his name on YouTube.com

These are some of my favourite Carlin quotes. Enjoy.



"Scientists announced today that they have discovered a cure for apathy. However, they claim no one has shown the slightest interest in it."


“When cheese gets it's picture taken, what does it say?”

“Frisbeetarianism is the belief that when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck.”

“Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.”

“Men are from Earth, women are from Earth. Deal with it.”



“The very existence of flame-throwers proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to themselves, You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I'm just not close enough to get the job done.”

“Always do whatever's next.”

“Don’t sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things.”



“I think people should be allowed to do anything they want. We haven't tried that for a while. Maybe this time it'll work.”

“I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman, "Where's the self-help section?" She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose.”

“God had intended us not to masturbate he would've made our arms shorter.



"Women like silent men, they think they're listening."



"Electricity is really just organized lightning."

"Fighting for peace is like fucking(or screwing) for virginity."

"If you can't beat them, arrange to have them beaten."


There are so many more I could list, including his amazing 7 words.


But truly, google him, YouTube him, search him wherever. Love him. You can't deny it. Enjoy.


R.I.P. George Denis Patrick Carlin
May 12, 1937 - June 22, 2008
Sorry you got stuck on the roof.

www.georgecarlin.com

Internet Window Shopping: My Musical Loves

I usually never read the band descriptions on interpunk.com...I don't even have a credit card to buy anything off of interpunk but I was sticker searching (Because I'm a sticker/patch whore) and decided if there was a band I'd click on...it'd be OPIV

Operation Ivy

I don't remember exactly how I met him; he was just that bouncy, floppy kid who always had a smile and some excited words for everyone that first spring at Gilman. I knew he'd played in a band called Basic Radio, and I knew that he was bummed that they'd broken up. Then I went away for three months, and when I got back the first thing I heard was that there was this great new band at Gilman called Operation Ivy and that they were playing that night. When I got to Gilman, there was Tim out front, only now he wanted to be called Lint, and he was more excited than I'd ever seen him. "I got a new band, Larry. It's called..." Yeah, you got it. I went inside and watched one of the most amazing shows I'd ever seen, and when Tim got off stage and asked me what I thought, I said, "Let's make a record." At the time there was no Lookout Records, and I didn't have the slightest idea how such a record would ever come about, but I just knew it had to. How important were Operation Ivy to Lookout Records and the whole East Bay scene? I kind of doubt we'd even be here without them. Tim and Matt went on to form Rancid and gain even more fame, but they never forgot their roots: listen to them sing about the Operation Ivy story on the Rancid song "Journey To The End Of The East Bay," where Tim proclaims about Gilman: "That place was sacred ground to me." But though Tim and Matt are the Op Ivy alumni that everyone knows about, it would be foolish indeed to forget Jesse Michaels, who not only penned their brilliant and evocative lyrics and sung them in a passionate, instantly recognizable voice that could soar from throaty growl to angelic innocence in the turn of a phrase, but also created all the artwork that now adorns punkers' shirts and packs around the globe. Anchored by the seemingly effortless, but never less than excellent drumming of Dave Mello, Operation Ivy came and went with the fleeting incandescence of a comet that will remain emblazoned forever on the consciousness of anyone who ever had the privilege of witnessing them in their glory. They stand, and undoubtedly always will, among the handful of bands that truly matter.