Tour Glamour

There is a smell of bananas and mildew in the van. He inspects his nails and bites them neurotically. I am sore from various sitting positions and bored with smoking. My left eye is watering from all the yawning. All for that hour onstage.


From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,

DP

Powerless

Today we lose a member of our family. In that chase for money, we're sure softer hearts than ours have been broken. And today we know of one little heart that is splitting right in two. We are there for her but besides that, we are powerless against her loss.

Tender girl, don't grow up so fast.

From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,
DP

Day Made With Intent To Rule

We reach our destination eventually. It feels like forever at times but we don't notice the extreme speeds which we travel.

From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,

DP

The Almighty Samhain

We can't wait to leave, always.

From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,

DP

Fuck Your Dreams

Magic works even in a thick fog. It cuts through like the second hand of a watch, steady and consistent. But magic isn't always magical. The lessons can be awful, mundane, even treacherous. While your bigger dreams explode far away, you are cleaning piss and shit for a living. Watching your bank account dry up to nothingness. How is this magic on a grand scale? What the hell kind of dream is coming true?

From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,

DP

And The Light Will Destroy

We had to obtain permission from our ego to smile and be happy. To feel stoned with joy. To burn with pride and love towards the generosity of a friend. We were afraid but we survived.

From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,

DP

The Hot Note Starving To Death

We are happiest when we are playing music, when we are making it, when we are straddling music like a motorcycle.

We are not young and these days time is not abundant. No time for straddling. We absorb it like a ravenous prisoner, crumbs of music attacked. We are malnourished without it.

As always, by we I mean I.

From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,

DP