Crushing Krisis

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The concert countdown is now officially underway! Seven and a half hours and counting until Gina and I take the stage awash in fame and record high temperatures. Am i nervous? Possibly; i’ve basically invited everyone i know to come see us play this tiny acoustic set of songs and we’re playing in the midst of some Drexel bands who i’m a minor-league fan of. And we’ve never done harmony on “Punk,” “Under My Skin,” “Never Say Goodbye,” or “A Perfect Day” live before. But, no reason to be alarmed – after all, part of the charm of acoustic musicians is their ability to entangle and then unknot themselves from oddball onstage situations without ever breaking a sweat. Or, at least, they don’t break a sweat from the stress. The heat might get to them, though.

Errr… right. 5:30 today between Market and Chestnut & 33rd and 32nd. 42 demos available for a to-be-decided price. And me pretending i’m a rock star.

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They’re all tiny facets of the same song. I do this sometimes… circle the drain. I just spin and spin and spin without ever getting to where i need to go. But, sometimes the end result is just somewhere in all the spinning. I have my guitar with me today at work and it’s lunchtime. We shall see where the day leads me…

https://www.crushingkrisis.com/2001/05/3465355/

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#3

because i feel like

i am going up in smoke

because i feel like there is

nowhere else to go

because i feel like

i am melting down

     and i can’t slow down

because i feel like

a marionette burning up my silken strings

they aren’t strong enough to hold me

but i can’t do anything to get away

i am trapped up on my cardboard box

stage with nowhere else to go

like my life is just some five year olds

putting on a clumsy little show

and i’ve got my boxed up view

of paradise shining in

with everyone staring back at me

and i can’t slow down

It works, honestly it does. Pretend Fiona Apple is singing it. But, Rabi’s the one who wrote it, really, not i. I just had this instant “make me a song” reaction when i read her post. Apologies for maiming it so badly, R.

https://www.crushingkrisis.com/2001/05/3465339/

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#1

you snapped one of my heart-strings from playing too hard/ did you think the heartbeat was just you thrashing at your guitar?/ you forget all the little things/ and i just know how things are/ and i think i’m gonna lead by example/ and get real far away// cause you poor little caged bird you never sang to me/ but oh how your cries rang out when i set you free/ i had never before heard such a noise/ your voice sang the way my heart would sing if i had the choice.// So leave me here wading in the low tide/ cause the waters are as low as my pride/ you took it away like a ship set off to the sea/ left me here sandy and barefoot standing on the beach/

https://www.crushingkrisis.com/2001/05/3465249/

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Have some fun unproofed snippets of lyrics and poetry!

#2

my suitcase has laid packed in the middle of the floor

for two hours stacked on top of two days and i am

sitting on the couch thinking it’s just either/or

as to whether i’m going or staying.

it’s kind of funny how shit like this goes down

all hanging on what is essentially a flip of a coin

but what’s funnier is that i have found out

that it’s the only way i’ll know where to go

https://www.crushingkrisis.com/2001/05/3463761/