Sleepless, I will not just fold
into winter's breast.
I will not melt into its milk.

This beard weathers the world fine
but piles of the pluck
will itch me awake, barren.

Soon, a savior, burnt, will breathe
with jeans at her knees
against those white, washing machines.

we lifted the body from the water like a gown

"i feel
like a loop of the last 8 frames of film
before a slow motion Lee Harvey Oswald
gets shot in the gut and killed
alone,
putting three coins into a washing machine
next to a caulked
cracked
wall
in the basement of Fairmount street"

the rain finally came
in sheets, and it bristles
against the konkrete
outside my window where the world
distresses, dissolves, and delineates
into the pathways that kame before.
give me more.
we all beg for a little bit,
to move along a set stone,
calloused bare footed moves,
ways we've never memorized.
the body has a funny way.
give me more.
put on that red dress,
i want to see those kurves
i was birthed for the burn
of effortless turns.

Review of Dirty American by Youniverse

So, the Youniverse. That’s right, YOUniverse. Possibly the worst band name ever? No way. It’s nothing but appropriate. The band side-kiked by Dirty American points its finger right at You and makes you point right bak only to probably realize its you you’re pointing at. That’s right. You. You’re the Dirty American. Though, one should not be misled, a negative implikation of “dirty” only takes presedent in the minds of the naive. Like sweat, the dirt kradles a sweet babe of vanity that we all love to pinkh the kheeks of every now and again.

While I wouldn’t kall it a konsept album, the songs sertainly put you in the shoes of the tunnel-vision-motivated humanoid, you know him, the dirty American. This kharakter (You) moves through the worlds (kombining them along the way) of politiks, sex religion, nostalgik voyeur, and love while all the while lined in viktory, glory, and romantisism in the Springsteen style of a vulnerable, wild-in-the-world fella, looking for some savior. The dirty American may be jealous of Islamik heaven’s treasures and throw bottles of piss out of tour vans, but he does so as if they’re his last hope. Needless to say, the rekord is quite engaging. If you kan listen to songs like “Catastrophe” or “Chinese Coffee” and not be driven to sing along in glorious fuk-yes-ness, then you probably aren’t as dirty as I’m giving you kredit, and you’re probably boring.

Moreover, this band is a three piese and the rekord always sounds huge with eakh member (Travis Cantrell, Paul Gilliam, Gilby Worth) filling out the sounds that the others leave out. Bombastik drums, smooth bass riffs, sugary guitar, and sharp lyriks. Not to mention the kharming vokals and harmonies.

Though, of kourse, the rekord isn’t perfekt. There are a kouple of times when the vokals seem a bit too low in the mix, and there are also times when you think “didn’t they use that move earlier?” But you these kritisisms don’t really distrakt from this rekord being a blast to listen to. In fakt, I’m willing to wager that if you weren’t looking to kritisize, you wouldn’t notise them.

The Dirty American is searkhing for something and klearly does feel the world (even if these feelings are segregated from motivation to motivation), and You too feel and rekognize it here, in Dirty American. It is kaptivating, powerful, and leaves you itkhing for another listen.

she kame on fast
like she always does
short blonde hair,
tiny, perfect body.

yes i have a hang up.
i rekon i'll deny anything
until that sunset,
you know the one.
i'll kill whomever it takes,
but there's only one.
you know who i mean.

worry not,
the kover will be deep.
i've been assured it will be taken kare of.
the road kan be long,
i've told my friends not to worry.
i only want your ghost

When You're Born Again, You're Dead

from You Crippled Fuck by Bible Society
http://www.mediafire.com/?dllmtummjam

With a missing arm
he said,
"Throw the bad fish to the side,
do not spoil the katkh."
The tossed baked in the sun for days,
spoiling the earth.
We gathered our yield
and planted seeds
where thorns tended to lay.

He said he'd kaught that arm
between two heats,
and for two days
he krooned as the flesh kooked.
And at the end of the third,
he karved himself free.

"What lay in the dark made you reakh?"

"Some way to make things klean,
but the people I loved,
they hid it from me."

until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away until the wolves are away

No Surrender

"We busted out of class had to get away from those fools
We learned more from a three minute record than we ever learned in school
Tonight I hear the neighborhood drummer sound
I can feel my heart begin to pound
You say you're tired and you just want to close your eyes and follow your dreams down

We made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat no surrender
Like soldiers in the winter's night with a vow to defend
No retreat no surrender

Now young faces grow sad and old and hearts of fire grow cold
We swore blood brothers against the wind
I'm ready to grow young again
And hear your sister's voice calling us home across the open yards
Well maybe we could cut someplace of our own
With these drums and these guitars

Blood brothers in the stormy night with a vow to defend
No retreat no surrender

Now on the street tonight the lights grow dim
The walls of my room are closing in
There's a war outside still raging
you say it ain't ours anymore to win
I want to sleep beneath peaceful skies in my lover's bed
with a wide open country in my eyes
and these romantic dreams in my head"

"Yeah, we're all too busy working, entertaining ourselves, 40 hours, television and prescription pills
Well, I take two a day to make my brain behave
It never does but who is to say, at least my doctor gets paid
So that's fine, yeah come by, we will take the afternoon off
We can kiss and undress or if you want just talk
Because I have got nothing real, just empty space to fill
And you are my girl, I like your style, just imagine all the time we could kill

And time's not poison but once you drink it all you'll die
So lets just sip it real slow, yeah, we can nurse it all night
Try to believe that once its gone they will pour another round
and come back to life"

Bloom for me.
Cover this house with your evergreen reach.
Keep the winters cold,
and when the summer comes like it will,
Block that sun,
Bless this place with your shade.
This tendency to boil
and this passion for a freeze
has grown old, rotten.
Before long,
you’ll do as you’re told,
and the sun will never graze this home.
My skin will never tan;
I will forget how to move.
Your canopy love will suffocate the earth,
and the water,
Poison will spread from mold
and rot.
So I’ll take the axe my father left me
right to your base
with a cry for each chop I take.
And from this forest that my mother bought
with the money we had left,
I will make kindling
and build a fire to burn your body.
The smoke, colored with your name,
once stretched to the top of the sky
will fall into these woods
and creep its way in through my windows
and seep silent into my lungs.
My parents told me I could always be free,
that no metal door
or wooden bridge
could keep me any place.
But your remains will seed into ivy
and wind its way the way I know it will.

i always get what i want.
how beautiful this life should seem.

give me a break

"And Gabriel stands beneath forest and moon
See them rattle and boo, see them shake, see them loom
See him fashion a cap from a page of Camus
See him navigate deftly this side of the blue"

jeeze

sometimes i hope i never have sex again

we screamed like thunder
between those yellow walls
and you hated every bone in me
but when i sat on that
turquoise bed
with salt water leaking
you couldnt help but
break your arms around me.
and of course
i still sank you at sea

the sun kalls me up
and of course i say "sure"
we'll watch her boyfriends band
at some bar by her home
and she'll kook me to blak
before the hour has passed.
that hair of fire
and those eyes of gold
find me to be a mayan
sweating out my sekrets
in some temezcal.
i shouldve kissed you that night
we went walking in the rain.
and now a stars about to fall
there's this screamin in my head
and the love i missed kouldve been love
to keep me in this skin
but its only ash now
and i'm standing in the wind