afi silentbob God Called In Sick Today Let's admire the pattern forming. Murderous filigree. I'm caught in the twisting of the vine. Go ascend with ivy, climbing. Ignore and leave for me the headstone crumbling behind. I can't help my laughter as she cries. My soul brings tears to angelic eyes. Let's amend the classic story, close it so beautifully, I'll let animosity unwind. Steal away the darkened pages, hidden so shamefully. I'll still feel the violence of the lines. I can't stand my laughter as they cry. My soul brings tears to angelic eyes. And miles away my mother cries. Omnipotence, nurturing malevolence. Midnight Sun What went down on the side of the road? What I saw at the edge of the see. Only those elements time cannot wear, and they follow. What seeped out throught the cracks in time, what sucks out the color in me? What awaits beyond infinity? Beyond and to all time I stand. What blew in with the great gale? What weighed down the falling leaves? What came forth from the remains? What has always lived and gone unseen? What has caused the night to fall? Who speaks of eternity? Who awakes to night eternally? DE PROFUNDIS CLAMAVI (Baudelaire) O my sole love, I pray thee pity me From out this dark gulf where my poor heart lies, A baren world hemmed in by leaden skies Where horror flies at night, and blasphemy. For half the year the sickly sun is seen, The other half thick night lies on the land, A country bleaker than the polar strand; No beasts, no brooks, nor any shred of green. There never was a horror which surpassed This icy sun's cold cruelty, and this vast Night like primeval Chaos; would I were Like the dumb brutes, who in a secret lair Lie wrapt in stupid slumber for a space... Time creeps at so burdensome a pace. a_fire_inside 020206 ... a birdmad inside My! Heart! is crystal clear... 020206 ... silentbob ''I call it the "thing;" it’s just pieces of cloth I’d hold in my hand when I’d sing so my nails wouldn’t cut through my skin, which they did a few times before. During "Three Seconds Notice," when I sing "I Quit!," I was doing a few takes, (laughs) when something really weird happened…We named it the "monster." The monster came out of my body and it bit me! On my neck and shoulder…It didn’t hurt my throat, but it’s like something came out of my body and it was huge and latched it jaws onto my neck and shoulder region. I must have pinched a nerve or something. The monster came out on the final take and that was it. I didn’t do it again. I’m going to be fought if the monster comes out while I’m on stage.'' The worst yet best show ever was in Toronto, the last time we were in Canada. The bouncers were being ridiculous – they were really roughing up these kids to the extent that we kept having to stop performing and reprimand the bouncers. At one point, I was telling a bouncer to leave this kid alone and this huge guy responds by slapping this little punk kid. Fuckin’ hit him right in the face, he fell back. I lose control, I’m freaked out and I told the audience, "this guy just slapped one of you. Get him." So the bouncers fled, and 700 kids started attacking them, the promoters were all over the stage. The show was going to end – it was fucked. I gained composure and apologized to the crowd, to the bouncers over the PA and told the kids what I said was really stupid, and not to hurt anybody. We started playing again, and the rest of the show was all for one, one for all. There was no security, so the kids had to watch out for each other. Our last song, the stage was just packed with 200 kids, singing along. When the show was over, the bouncers locked me in the dressing room, about four of them. They were threatening to kill me, breaking bottles and holding them up to my face. I almost got killed; it was one of the most frightening experiences of my life.'' --Davey Havoc 020206 ... silentbob grrr i dont really care that i spelled his name wrong 020206 what's it to you? who go blather from