| show this sunday @ the smiling dog saloon!!!!!!! |
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IN CAHOOTS RE-UNION SHOW!
DOORS @ 7
ALL AGES
UNDER 21- 5 BUCKS!
OVER 21- 3 BUCKS!
SUNDAY FEB 4TH!
IN CAHOOTS!!!!!!!!!!
FROM THE THRONE!!!!!!!
THROUGH THE WORST!!!!!!
SWAMP GAS!!!!!!!!
YOU DO NOT WANT TO MISS THIS SHOW!!!
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| this weekend is going to suck |
[28 Dec 2006|05:42am] |
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so i am short a female day time bartender cause one of them quit, this means i'm pulling doubles on thursday,friday,saturday, and sunday.
but thats ok cause i am totally taking new years day off and may be going kiaking with one of my regulars at the bar. sanibel captiva style. i hope that goes as planed it would be something diferant. its either that or sleep, and i already did that once this year.
{shinfo}:}
You're so free, yeah you were right about me,
Can I get myself back from underneath this guilt that will crush me,
And in the choir i saw a sad messiah,
He was bored and tired of my laments,
'said I died for you one time but never again.
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| ah xmas |
[26 Dec 2006|04:22am] |
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well this xmas has been a strange one.
its just wasnt the same with you not being here, miss you pop.
and big fuck you to your side of the familly we didnt even recieve a fucking phone call this year
but your best friend since childhood calls me on a monthly basis to check up on me and the fam and to bullshit, you trully had some good friends dad. and the day after we laid you to rest me and hunter went a casino and got hammerd in your honor.
umm on a lighter note
special merry xmas goes out to muckerheid,steve, and breane last night/this morning was fucking insane, minus me drunk driving at 700am this morning and the coughing up of the blood when i finally made it home:]
and to my awesome customers at the dog
with out you guys being there tonight i would have lost my mind thanks for keeping me company and tipping me soo fat. you totally made it worth working on xmas. i just may do something nice for myself tomorrow with that money.
i feel so indiferant as of late, its weird, its like i'm constantly evolving into some one else, not sayin its a bad thing but just strange. i guess i'm just coming of age. or maybe i'm losing my mind, i dont know and dont care
well off to bed
merry xmas eveyone hope you had a good one.
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[05 Oct 2006|07:28pm] |
one name :mark davis
one place: smiling dog saloon
come out and welcome the smiling dog saloons new dj mr davis!{ALSO WITH SKYLER!}
punk hradcore night bitches!
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| i want nothing more... |
[01 Oct 2006|08:49pm] |
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then to drink some whiskey go down to brick bar and start some shit with this "adam" person who aparently took mike sandlons place, ps if you havnt heard me and mr sandlon are on good terms with eachother. so apartantly brick bar is sending so called "spys" to the smiling dog saloon trying to catch us serving under age kids then planing to call the cops and get our liquor license revoked when they catch us in the act, first off goodfuckingluck buddy, i'm way to smart to serve underage kids i admit a few people may have been juiced in but, i do not serve any persons under the age of 21. this includes some of my best friends.
second off i didnt steal your clientel they were all there cause i got them to go there {even the countless underagers i got in hehe,} when i was djing
your fucking club sucks
your staffs retarded
you have a bad reputation with alot of people for overpriced drinks
asshole bouncers
fucked up manager staff{who dont pay their dj's! even when the bar does 2,100 on a tuesday night.,beating the big thursday night in numbers}
and the list goes on
so maybe you could be so kind as to fuck off and stay the fuck out of my buissiness and we wont have a problem
as far as the other dj's at brick
i have nothing but love and respect for them,maybe one day that place will get its head out of its ass, for the record.
one more thing
the owner of brickbar bought my boss's old house i know him have met him before
the division of alcohol and tabacco would have a field day if they found out that there is smoking permited inside brick bar considering it opperates off of a food and liquour licesence from the resturant downstairs, that would be one hell of a fine.
so back the fuck off and mind your own
i work way to fucking hard running my club to even let you think of trying to shut me down.
try and stick me imma let off a full clip
It aint my fault you done fucked up your re-up
At the dice game who told you put a G up
Everybody mad when their paper dont stack right
When I come around y'all niggas better act right
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| sleep and peace of mind would be great...thanks... |
[01 Oct 2006|04:37am] |
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Well, let me tell you, beautiful,
I've been there
Believe me when I say I'm not afraid
Of destruction, sorrow, fear or regret.
I heard the devil call me by my name
I heard the devil call me by my name
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| ouija part 2? |
[18 Sep 2006|06:36pm] |
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matt green
jason melcher
and i,
are back playing music together,
weve had one 2 and half hour practice, and it was like no time had passed :], fucking amazing
well thats all for now
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| tuesday=80's night =you+me = sweetness |
[22 Aug 2006|04:31am] |
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tues at the smiling dog saloon 80's night!!!!!!!!!!
dj mad bastard
and
dj ouija-john
spin the best of the 80's
no cover
18+
21+ to drink
starts at 10pm and goes till 2am
see ya there!!!!!!!!!!!!
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| feel kinda gansta! |
[17 Aug 2006|04:19am] |
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90's night tonight was a fuckin blast although there werent alot of people out i still had a blast, i realized the best of the 90's...lies...in the hip hop ....and ganster rap ...bitches!
You niggas made a mistake
you shoulda never put my rhymes with Dre
them Thug niggas have arrived and it's Judgement Day
Hey Homie if ya feel me
Tell them tricks that shot me
that they missed
they ain't killed me
I can make a muthafucker shake
rattle and roll
i'm full of liquor
thug nigga
quick to jab at them ho's
and I can make ya jelous niggas famous
fuck around with 2Pac and see how good a niggas aim is
i'm just a rich muthafucker from tha way
If this rappin' bring me money
then i'm rappin' till i'm paid
i'm getten green like i'm supposed to
Nigga, I holla at these ho's
and see how many I can go through
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| SOO FUCKING DRUNK AT 5 AM |
[15 Aug 2006|04:47am] |
if the blues are you hunter
then you will come face to face
with that darkness and desolation
and the endless depression
but you are not helpless
and you are not helpless
try to beat it
and live through space's loneliness
you are not helpless
I'll help you to try to beat it
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| alan j cappozzo 1945-2006 |
[11 Aug 2006|05:00am] |
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if you hear this
i hope it eases some troubles you left with
i'm not sure what to say
but i think i would've known that last day
you said you had the goals to come out on top to set you up
to live
untouched
by all the things that kept you from keeping up
then we heard
and we hurt
and we scorned
we burned
for last words
now lost
the silence we sat through
the breakdown the laughter
the shelter and the future
you planned on-i'll miss them
i hope you're in a better place
with soul set free
i hope you're still singing loud
with soul set free
too bad you're not around for us to see
but i still feel you around like you never left
r.i.p. dad
you know after losing someone close to you
the little problems in your life seem to fade away and you start to focus on the bigger picture of things, and not get cought up in bullshit dramas and what you thought were big problems, its fucking weird.ive never been so motivated in my life before, this bar is an amazing thing for me, and will be through out some of my years. the last conversation i ever had with my father he told a story about when he was younger he wanted more than anything to own his own "tavern" and how happy and proud he was of me, i look back on that conversation and i think my dad new his time was running very short, and i'm glad i had the past couple months with him before he passed. and hes gone and life goes on. he wont be the last person close to me that i will have to burry. so i guess theres nothing you can really do but move on. and live your life the way you want to. and try to make the best of things.
alright time for bed.
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| no matter what,your never ready for this |
[22 May 2006|04:28am] |
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i dont think i have ever been this scared before in my life, you find yourself thinking about it through the years, the realazation that one day people around you will start to die. i always knew that my father would be he first. his health has been horible through the years, he beat cancer but now he lies in a hospital in cape coral hooked up to machines that are breathing for him in i.c.u.because of his heart "the next 24-48 are criticle" thats all anybody has told us. but i pretty sure this is it. i am not a religous man but i know my father is so..may god be with him.
well off to the hospital
fuck.....
Let's call this the quiet city:
Where screams are felt as a wave of stoplights
Drive through the streets as gunshots punctuate the night
The sides we take divide us from our faith
And the morning dove gets caught in the telephone wire
Asleep you set the fire in your own house
And the night was a knife that cut
And I'm paralyzed
Cross out the eyes
Blur all the lines
Tearing this canvas from the wall
We crossed out the eyes
Put lines through these cries
We pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall
A silent dance that we did into this hospital bed
Hear voices from another room
"It happens all the time"
But July in the sand
The leaves falling
And counting down our days to live....
Drain the blood from this valentine.
"We can rise on the wings of the dove
See blue skies getting caught in the trail of all this smoke
We can rise like candles in the dark-yours always"
and an envelope marked with your new address
Asleep you set the fire in your own house
And the night was a knife that cut
And I'm paralyzed
Cross out the eyes
Blur all the lines
Tearing this canvas from the wall
We crossed out the eyes
Put lines through these cries
We pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall
It was the first time face to face
I'm crossing the line
Talking to the other side of death
Hearing the words that choke memories into flatlines
I'm calling your name hoping for something to wash these dreams of you away
(can't we die!)
(memories in flatlines!)
Cross out the eyes with a set of these lines
Cross out the eyes with a set of these lines!
(cross out the eyes!)
Our fence was blown down in a winter storm and this field
(Cross out the eyes!)
Stretches out of this world into the sound
(A trace of)
What can we do to put a stop to these coming white days
(A love song)
I'm hoping the snow will wash these dreams of you away
(Stretches out of this world,
let's drive back the dead.
Stretches out of this world.
Stretches out of this world.)
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She's the song that you tried to sing
And the note that you couldn't hit
So you locked her up in a music box
Turn the key on all of us
She spins silver strings in the dark
With melody that ring in her heart
When the cover drops
The world just fades
Away, away, away from her
Waiting and waiting and waiting for her
To say it
K-I-S-S out on this street, I need someone to spell it out
You know our love’s not unconditional
A book of matches and a cigarette
A love note that you never sent
You can fold it up
But you won't forget
You can strike a match
But it still might not light
Now I'm the one that's stuck inside
The silver cage
The bird that can't fly away
Clip its wings
If it sings of
The way, the way, the way that it hurt
Waiting and waiting and waiting for her
To say it
K-I-S-S (out on this street) I need someone to spell it out
You know our love’s not unconditional
K-I-S-S (out on this street) there's nothing left to talk about
You know our love's not unconditional
F-I-D-E-L-I-T-Y
You are (why) the song turned out this way
Can’t you hear me when I say:
“You're in my heart
In my hands
’round my neck”
We move like a carousel
Streak lights and mirrors in our eyes
It's time to let this go
Can't stop spinning
Around, around, around
You know our love's not unconditional
K-I-S-S (out on this street) I need someone to spell it out
You know our love's not unconditional
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| survey time!! |
[29 Mar 2006|11:57pm] |
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i'm bored, bare with me
top 5 albums you have been listening to this month
1 songs ohia:the lioness
2 bob dylan: the essential
3 atmosphere:you cant imagine how much fun were having
4 songs ohia:didnt it rain
5 keane:hopes and fears
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i dont even want to talk about last night anymore. i cant really do anything but laugh about the events of last night, i'm still pissed i didnt win the bet, but thats ok, in a way i'm glad i lost. win win situation.
well off to dinner with skyler and mark stewart
ps: skyler new tat is fucking sweet as hell.
I hardly exist at all.
let's pretend that we don't need anything anymore from anyone.
I don't want to feel anything anymore let's just pretend
we'll live happily ever after
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tonight better be fucking sweet as hell, or i am afraid i may kill someone
that is all
make love to the present, fuck the past.
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| after two months |
[27 Mar 2006|04:54pm] |
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I HAVE A PHONE AGAIN
CALL ME!!!! 239-537-8379
BUT HERES THE CATCH, ITS A NAPLES PHONE NUMBER SO ITS LONG DISTANCE FOR SOME, THEREFORE LATER THIS WEEK THE NUMBER WILL BE CHANGING AGAIN. BUT FUCK IT AND CALL ME
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| i may have not lost friends, but i lost the respect of friends, and that means more to methananythig |
[22 Mar 2006|01:23am] |
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there was a time in my life when one single person meant the world to me, if i could travel back in time and change it i would, cause the out come was what they said it would be. i didnt beleave them, i shouldve. i thought it was an attack of charater, "every one makes mistakes" i told myself."people change" i told my self, they dont, who you are is who you are. as shitty or as great its all the same, now i am forced to watch as a secred thing, is torn apart, this one day of the week, is sopossed to be ours. its supoosed to be a night of pure fun. its our one fucking day of the week where our lives dont matter. our problems, our realationships..dont mattter. its supposed to be about friendship. its about brotherhood, its the reason why noone of my ex's have ever sheared a drink at this place, this place is ours, its supposed to be the one place we can go for sulidtude. drinking is an exscape from reality, thats the point, when poeple are drunk, and reality hits them they retaliate, hence the drunken fight hence evan reeves, i dont want to feel any thing real on tues when i am drinking with my friends at indigo, and when i see one of my friends mood crash to the ground it fucking kills me inside, cause its not just about them, its about me, and how many times ive been there before and it counter acts and brings me to reality. i have come to turns with ALL MY DEMONS. but ya know what? on a tues night, there'll not supppossed to show up. thats the fucking point. its my one night, when i can just have fun plain and simple, plain and simple. my heart goes out to the one i call a brother right now it really does. i can honestly say "i have never experinced true love" and you have, and i do not know what that does to one, but i do know what the thought of true love can do to one, and ya know what? i dont wish that burden on anyone. we were joking around a couple nights ago about "alpha males" it was supoosed to be funny and fun, but it was far from it.
ive learned form the many mistakes ive made in my 22 years of exsistince. i have fuckin learned, i just only hope you can learn from me. let me be the whipping boy and fucking learn. let me give you the only thing i have to offer. knowledege. ive been trhough alot. and all i can offer to anyone is a learning experince. dont make the same fucking mistakes ive made. ive pissed away every last talented bone in my body, and became the victim, please dont do the same.
ive spent the last couple years of my life trying to redeem my self, but its not gonna happen, you cant fix what youve done, you can only look back and see what youve done. and well on it.
now i leave you with a song that i wrote about this{this was my drawing maps try out song}
with all hopes
and regret
becomes wasted time
try to forget
your life
as whole
wait for the day
to finally
arise
arise
from what you become
arise
from what you become
arise
from what you become
arise!!!!!!!!!
arise!!!!!!!!!
arise!!!!!!!!!
arise!!!!!!!!!!!!
endless conversations
that lead nowhere
but the past
you try to hide
conceal
a life
you lived
from others
that you love
conceal
a life
you lived
from others
that you love
conceal
a life
thats not yours
false hope
and dreams
wash away
with the tides
swim!!
faster!!
swim!!
faster!!
swim!!
faster!!
swim!!
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things as of late are kinda crazy and bizzare, in the past few weeks me and skyler have gotton drunk and bad stuff has happend. we are angry drunks as of late, but we cant figure out why. so i guess i'm taking a break on drinking before i do something really fucked up,{wont be at indigo for a few weeks} last tuesday my pride got the best of me and i confronted evan reeves out side of indigo and told him he has ten seconds to fight me, he didnt, he ran off crying, then as i stumble home, him and his older brother aaron{a very old friend of mine} are waiting for me, me trying to sober up and be rational of course didnt work, evan got a coule good blows on me and that was that. i knew if i would have hit him, i wouldnt have stopped, so i made my peace and thats the bottom of that,{it makes sense to me}, work is alright, still waiting to be a server but i am being treated good by management my sched is good, i have alot of free time only working 30 hours a week.
have a new band started, had our first practice last sunday. mark stewart on drums, his wife mandy on piano and vocals,me on guitar, mike sandlin on lead guitar and back up vocals...its good...very poppy but good. well see how it developes i guess.
and now i leave you with an old friend
i call him bobby
Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'.
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what a crazy night last night,
rent a cops,civil rights,handcuffs + skyler,a lee county cop who i said and i qoute"if you dont shut up and walk away i'm going to mase your friend in the cop car"
i mean really guys who did throw those beer bottle at the golf cart? it wasnt me and skyler hehe
well off to another fun night at work.
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