Doomsday

Another pop punker written in the early 80s, revived for my church performance today. This one has some Cold War references in it. Reflecting my fanhood of the Clash at the time, as well as my disagreement with their ideology.

Putting all these songs together, maybe they deserved better than to get released on a badly-mixed cassette three or four years after they got written. Maybe it’s time for their due. Maybe there’s an Unrehearsed Walk 3 in the future.

Oh, and if I’m sick of putting my tired old mug on YouTube playing guitar every week, you’re probably doubly-sick of looking at it. Let’s spare each other and just do audio. So…

Listen

It’s 1 am but before I sleep I’ve got something to say
I’ve been praying my way through a hard set of days
This world is tired of the gunfire
This world is walking down a wire
Maybe it’s time it should snap

 Revolutions come I’ve lost count but it’s all done in vanity
They say it’s the people in power but it looks like greed to me
The power comes to those with the guns
The starving die when the money’s gone
Or else at the paredon 
Looking out for number one

But I’m far and so far thank God i don’t need to worry about the tribunals
But the devil’s on my back, I hate to feel his tempting claws
Without God I know I’d be dead by now
With him a struggle is a show of his power
Power I don’t always use
And I start to sing the biues

I ain’t gonna go round crying and screaming doomsday
But the fact is he’s coming and he’s coming any day
It’s been 2,000 rough years when the day was foretold
2,000 years that we’re that much closer to home

 All I tell you is believe in the power that changes lives
Jesus can do what we could never in 1,000 tries
Though you wait to see him, you can meet him
He knows your thoughts and he has a perfect heart

Change the World Tomorrow

You see? Sometimes I can be positive.

Change The World Tomorrow

My agency’s free for those that love me
Above principle, above a party
Any opportunity, any system to game
With Biblical compass I will feel no shame

Caesar has what is his, Caesar’s nothing but us
I won’t lie or steal but I can make a deal
No line I won’t sign when it’s obviously time
if it pushes back the sorrow
I’ll change the world tomorrow

Keep the ones closest closest to your heart
Every love on this earth will soon sorrowfully part
Risen Lazarus’ bones went back to the sand
Savor each day you can hold a hand

Remember the faces, soon they will change
Each favorite book comes to its last page
Savor each need and know in your sorrow
That the Lord will redeem
He’ll change the world tomorrow

Binge watching the clock until you’re dead

Binge-watching. Great phrase, but why stop at TV shows? Here’s some happy-go-lucky word association lyrics with some poop culture thrown in.

Binge Watching

Binge watching the Justin Bieber trial
Binge watching life’s very last mile
Binge watching the pillow on your head
Binge watching the clock until you’re dead

Reality shows reality blows
Reality knows reality throws

NEW VERSE 3/14/14!!!!!!!!!!!!

Binge watching idiotic selfie celebs
Binge watching your butt on Mt St Helens
Binge watching on a hi def three inch screen
Binge watching your eyelids as they dream

 

(and…maybe there’ll be even more….)

“I won’t tell you how devoted I am, I fall way below the standard”

On Sunday mornings I’ve been revisiting the punk tunes with Christian lyrics that I wrote from 1980-1984, pre The Lead, pre The Visitors, pre hardcore turn. There’s quite a few of them, and not many people in the world were doing work like this. Just throwing them out there. Altar Boys beat me to the punch (the punk?) in 1983. I never heard of LSU until even later. Anyway, more vids to come. This one was played at church on 2/16/14.

Get Over It

The most hateful phrase out there these days in our political wonderland USA. It’s telling you, if whatever you voted for loses, you have to eat it and shut up. Whether it’s socialized healthcare or sending the army out to police the world. This song says don’t shut up. Just wrote it now.

Get Over It

You voted against it but you lost
You must live with it with the cost
The people have spoken bigger than you
Shut up and bend over here comes the screw

We won – get over it
You lost – get over it
We won – get over it
You lost – get over it
We won – get over it
You lost – get over it
We won – get over it
You lost – get over it

Here comes our world, like it or not
With drones on our side your guns have no shot
Bomb all enemies to hell, redistribute your wealth
Gather all your data, enforce your good health

Whoah

This place has sure gone crazy, huh? Basically what’s happening is:

1. notsilent.net will become my portfolio website, so everything that was there is now here.

2. Area1234 will become my music website EXCEPT:

3. The Lead will get its own website and,

4. Frank’s Enemy will get its own website and,

5. The Not Silent Store will close down and be absorbed by all the other sites.

Hope this sets y’all’s minds at ease. If ya’ll’s cares that is….

Ghost

Going to sing this at church tomorrow Lord willing. It’s got a dance groove, believe it or not….

Ghost

I am the ghost
Of the child i once was
On this train
We ghosts ride daily on

The memories of the past
The pure thing once called me
That’s the real thing
that I’ll never again be

Unfettered by memories

I am a ghost of what i was and what ill never again be
Erasing the mistakes of my memories

My fellow faces
They’re lined and aging
But in their minds
And into their mirrors

They are restaging
De-aging, from clouds they see
What are our joys
But those future ghosts to be

I am a ghost of what i was and what ill never again be
Erasing the mistakes of my memories

Little children
Try to hang on tight
Little children
It might be alright

Demons Walk The Earth/Lully Lullay

Demons Walk The Earth/Lully Lullay

Lully Lullay

Sometimes I think
That demons walk the earth
If I forget
How much our lives are worth

Oh forgive me Lord
Oh forgive me Lord

Sometimes I think
That demons walk the earth
Taking the precious
Grind it into the dirt

Oh forgive me Lord
Oh forgive me Lord

Lully Lullay

Sometimes I think
The demons walk the earth
But for Your grace
I’m just a pile of dirt

Oh forgive me Lord
Oh forgive me Lord

12.14.12

Killing Marx With Marx

Started reading Communist Manifesto a few weeks ago. Very inspirational. This’ll prolly be another 30-second blur.

Killing Marx with Marx

Near 200 years
Your kite has flown
Forget the bodies
Of the hundred million
Forget the wars
You goaded on
Just look at
The exploitation

You equalled nothing
You abolished nothing
You destroyed nothing
You just changed hands

You overcame nothing
You settled nothing
Your kampf only birthed
A new bourgeoisie

The Lead – Religion No Rite (In Your Face Again) (Julio Rey demo 2012) – download at Area 1234

See, this is what happens when you have too many sites all over the landscape. I actually had posted this last month at Area 1234 and forgot to link it here. Sorry.

Here’s my second demo for the Lead’s upcoming reunion EP. I think the song works out well so far but I’d really like to hear it with Rob on drums as opposed to a generic dance drum loop.

Anyway you can download it here, read the lyrics here, and stream it here.

 

 

Lyric: Religion No Rite (In Your Face Again)

Words for demo #2 I’m currently working in for Lead EP Nina and Rob and I are planning….

(1/11/12: cleaned up last verse)
(3/11/12: changed one line)

Religion No Rite (In Your Face Again)

Once upon a time the fall from grace
The Father said get thee from my place
Became the Son, came down, died in your face
Cleared the way back to grace through faith
Spirit-filled martyr’s blood soaked the ground
Buried in rags they stayed down
The kings stepped in put in their claims
Forced their rules upon the game

So once upon a time later today
You sign up for the fire escape
Get rewarded with a clean slate
The Blood is strong it covers your hates
But verse upon verse upon verse upon verse
Aimed at you and not the cursed
Not being deceived and God not mocked
The weight of the cross for you to take up

Religion no rite
Gun you aim for the mind of Christ
Didn’t take long to lose sight
In the halls of the councils high

No fire doesn’t mean that higher
There won’t be a reason to cry, or
That you will not be standing trial
Watching tape of every mile
And so worship and worship to taste
One thing proves if you worship to waste
Windows dressed as you see fit
But the valley before you how do you cross it?

Moral dilemmas: prepare, they’re coming
And there’s no room left for running
No slippery slope temptations
But painted corners, no win situations
Just one chance, happiness at stake
A heart you love you must break
Choices consequences how do you withstand them
And still obey His commandments?

Time to get in your face again

Religion no rite
Gun you aim for the mind of Christ
Didn’t take long to lose sight
In the halls of the councils high

Frank’s Enemy – @anonymous (download at area1234)

I guess now’s as good a time as any for me to tell you that I have long-term plans to release a full-length Frank’s Enemy project. Frank’s Enemy’s been putting stuff out here and there sporadically since 2002, and all of it will be included in the full-length (with some additional work on the tracks). But again, this is long-term. I’ve also made some long-term plans involving a new Lead EP with Nina and Rob. In my life, the only short-term plans I have involve work and parenting and husbandry.

But I digress. Here’s a little thrasher I slapped together in the ridiculously short time of two or three weeks. I had shared the lyrics here when I wrote them a couple of months ago. Just some ruminations on the infamous hacktivist group that’s been getting into the hair of giant corporations such as the Church of Scientology and Gene Simmons and some government intel conglomerate. They’ve really become a 21st-century version of the Vikings or the Mongols.

Last verse is food for thought, imagining some cyber-Armageddon pitting Anonymous against Muslim radicals.

The download is here, if you have the guts to register. I will not forget…..

Lyric: Anonymous

Just finished stringing these words together. My take on the recent anonymous cyber attacks. Hope this doesn’t rile them up.

Oh, and this looks line another one for Frank’s Enemy, which I have been concocting some plans for as of late.

August 9: added a new verse!

Anonymous

Oh god i pray
Keep anonymous from me today
Keep them away
Watch over all i do and say

Big brother is another
Unconscientious conscience
Philosophy amalgalm
Flash lynch mob justice

Oh God i pray
Keep me anonymous today
Keep me away
What do i do or say

The battlements of power
Await the great solar flare
Signal fires and mirrors
And Morse the only code there

Anonymous drew Mohammed
And used it for a mask
Flat screens rolled like heads
Plasma ebbed from cracks

Lyric: True Love

Song from 1996 which I finally recorded last month for the new EP (featuring both banjo solo and autotuned vocals). Live version vid here.

Sometimes you need the pain
Just like you need the rain
Sometimes it’s the only way to see
The only way to be

And you will know true love

It’s the one thing that’s always there
You can see it all everywhere
And it’s all up to how well you die
And every day to accept it you try

In the days that feel like the last
Seeing things about to pass
You will not forget ever
What you were left trying to remember

Sometimes you forget to wish things last
Then they’re shot into the past
That sorrow you heard about tasting sweet
Sometimes that’s all you’re ever going to have to eat

And the day has come to give God praise
For the things you found in your days
The day has come to walk the line
Realize you can call no thing mine

Area 1234 going members-only

As Not Silent continues its lurching steps towards some semblance of business legitimacy, I have made the executive incision of locking out Area 1234 to casual surfers and hot linkers. So pardon my dust as I get this going in the next day or two.

The price of being able to login and download the aural delights and view the blackmail photos is simply your email address. No, I won’t sell the emails to anybody. I’ll send you the occasional email with an update on what I’ve got going on and the occasional exclusive deal or giveaway.

And of course I’m going to continue to populate Area 1234 with all the detritus my crazed mind can manufacture. I’m sure you’ll want to have a ticket to all that. See ya there!

Lyric: Rage

Another of my new recordings (but I wrote the song in 1998). Given the title you’d expect another one of my attempts at simulating World War VI (which I don’t do as much of anymore as of late). But it’s actually a countryish slowish half-dead-ish ballad. About controlling one’s hatred for someone else. Reality isn’t grindcore, it’s a lounge singer at a funeral.

I’ll try to take my rage
Put some pity in its place
This is a long-term fight
Hard to tell just what is right
My stomach growls to be obeyed
And hairs stand up on my nape
The weight of days can bring me down
Trying to see past the corner before I go round

I’ll try to change my disgust
To an empathy that I can trust
Your molten words fell on my ears
So hard now to remember your tears
There are new tricks that must be learned
I can’t judge how much you deserve to burn
I search for my role and ask how do I live
With this blinding rage that does not forgive

I’ll try not to be mad
Remember all you did not have
That you could not be expected to give
Do you regret that we all live?
We’re a million miles apart
No one will be the first to decide to start
The tongues we speak are not the same
No one to come will bear your name

Punk, metal and acoustic. Writing since 1974, Christian since 1979, releasing since 1982. The Lead. Frank's Enemy.