Yesterday I returned from the first band tour I’ve ever done and I’ve come to the easy conclusion of it being a far more in depth and real musical experience for me and no doubt my friends who were on the tour also. Never had I experienced being in a van going to different places everyday to play shows, skateboard and generally explore. This is backed up majorly by doing it with my closest friends. The parks we hit were a blast, the Scottish Skate parks were mind blowing providing some of the best skates I’ve had in years. The venues were awesome to play, much to my surprise the turn outs at some of these shows, most of all London but that was one of the best dates of the trip and it was only the first. Ending on meeting up with our friends Black Cop in Scotland sealed the deal for the last two dates, amazing band and amazing dudes, to say my band happened to be put on a show with those guys and to have the relationship we have with them now due to that, I’m truly grateful. Hardcore Punk has been good to us. Major experience, I feel I’ve taken a lot from. Reducing the element that is just musical entertainment into something far more intimate for both sides of the performance.
My streets are filled with violent tales a man stomped in with face all torn up a dead kitten on the sidewalk where all the children on the block stalk my streets are streets where violence prevails alleys where the kids shoot up there’s desolation on the streets I walk don’t hear the neighbors on their stoops talk you see too much and your dreams are haunted try it your way in the streets you’re taunted and I don’t mean to be walkin round this lonely block no more
Who do you turn to? Where do you go? not into that cold cold night where no flowers grow What do you want kid? What do you know? Don’t turn to that cold cold night where your blood will flow
Some men could stand for second best and some men won’t care some men could stand to be obsessed and some men want air ten men would speak the same and three others won’t ten men would live in vain and yeah three others don’t
In bed I hear the shots ring out across our raw polluted town I’ve thought about it and I’ve got no doubts that its the city gettin me down see the bloodstains on the sidewalk and watch the roaches climb my walls and over in the kitchen faucet’s leakin waterfalls