City O' Rocks 2010x2

So I was fortunate enough to make it to the City two weekends in a row. It was quite enjoyable.
First weekend was with a sizable percentage of TEMF, the weekend started with some of the vanguard getting snowed out but by the time the full force was assembled the nasty weather vanished and the rocks were all ours. Hmm... if I remember correctly we climbed some stuff on window rock (5.6-5.10) then went out to climb Private Idaho which I proceeded to bleed all over nearly vomit and fully exhausted myself (damn it was good). The next day we descended in our standard mob upon the Lost Arrow Spire I think in all 8 people topped out then with the weather looming we began our retreat to camp and beer. On the march home the weather held off long enough to run a train on Too Much Fun. After that it truly was time for beer, whiskey and great curry (thanks Sue!).

The next weekend was hmm... I'll call them the Ruby Crest Gang a smaller but no less enjoyable faction of the Elko clans oh yes and several members of the newly formed Bell clan of Ely. The first night we go there a bit on the later side but still managed to put in a few pitches rapping in the dark free is always a trip. The next day Russ (team Bell) and I went and knocked out Theater of Shadows and Sinocranium in about 4 hours. After that it was on to pizza then camp. Sunday we screwed around on Bath rock I was able to get in a few sporty 10s and the rest of the gang played with the TRs and a few 8s and 9s in the area then back to Ely.

Two great weekends if I do say so myself.

Against Me!

Ok so Against Me! isn't something new to rave about but they've resurfaced in my pool of interest recently. They have quite a few good songs so here are three. It seems that all of them are off of the "Reinventing Axl Rose" '02


"Pints of Guinness Makes you Strong"

Evelyn sits by the elevator doors
It's been 37 years since James died on St. Patrick's Day in 1964
But she could not hold it against him
There were times when there was nothing she could do
But lie in bed all day beside a picture of them together
A picture of better days

And just like James, I'll be drinking Irish tonight
and the memory of his last work week will be gone forever
Evelyn I'm not coming home tonight!
If we're never together
If I'm never back again
Well I swear to God that I'll love you forever
Evelyn I'm not coming home tonight!

In all the years that went by she said
She'd always love him
and from the day that he died
She never loved again

And in his wallet she kept in her nightstand
an a.a. card and a lock of red hair
she kept secrets of pride locked so tight in her heart
it killed a part of her before the rest was gone.

She said, "If I would have known just how things would have ended up
I just would have let myself die."

And just like James, I'll be drinking Irish tonight
and the memory of his last work week will be gone forever
Evelyn I'm not coming home tonight!
If we're never together
If I'm never back again
Well I swear to God that I'll love you forever
Evelyn I'm not coming home tonight!




"Baby, I'm an Anarchist"

Through the best of times,
Through the worst of times,
Through Nixon and through Bush,
Do you remember '36?
We went our seperate ways.
You fought for Stalin.
I fought for freedom.
You believe in authority.
I believe in myself.
I'm a molotov cocktail.
You're Dom Perignon.
Baby, what's that confused look in your eyes?
What I'm trying to say is that
I burn down buildings
While you sit on a shelf inside of them.
You call the cops
On the looters and piethrowers.
They call it class war,
I call it co-conspirators.

'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,
You're a spineless liberal.
We marched together for the eight-hour day
And held hands in the streets of Seattle,
But when it came time to throw bricks
Through that Starbucks window,
You left me all alone.

You watched in awe at the red,
White, and blue on the fourth of july.
While those fireworks were exploding,
I was burning that fucker
And stringing my black flag high,
Eating the peanuts
That the parties have tossed you
In the back seat of your father's new Ford.
You believe in the ballot,
Believe in reform.
You have faith in the elephant and jackass,
And to you, solidarity's a four-letter word.
We're all hypocrites,
But you're a patriot.
You thought I was only joking
When I screamed "Kill Whitey!"
At the top of my lungs
At the cops in their cars
And the men in their suits.
No, I won't take your hand
And marry the State.

'Cause baby, I'm an anarchist,
You're a spineless liberal.
We marched together for the eight-hour day
And held hands in the streets of Seattle,
But when it came time to throw bricks
Through that Starbucks window,
You left me all alone.



"Those Anarcho Punks are Mysterious..."


We're all presidents, we're all congressmen,
We're all cops in waiting,
We're the workers of the world,
There is the elite and the dispossessed,
And it's only about survival,
Who has the skill to play the game for all it's worth,
And reach an obscure kind of perfection,
Let's try and keep as much emotion out of this as possible,
Let's try not to remember any names,
We'll do it for a country, for a people, for a moral vision,
United, we'll make them remember our history,
Or how we'd like to be told,
How we'd like to be told...

And we rock,
Because it's us against them.
We found our own reasons to sing,
And it's so much less confusing
when lines are drawn like that,
When people are either consumers or revolutionaries,
Enemies or friends hanging on the fringes
Of the cogs in the system,
It's just about knowing where everyone stands.
All of a sudden,
People start talking 'bout guns,
Talking like they're going to war,
'Cause they found something to die for,
Start taking back what they stole-
sure beats every other option,
But does it make a difference how we get it?
Well do you really fucking get it?
No, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no....

Man Man "Black Misson Goggles"

I thought maybe if I'm returing to my blog I'd start if off with some new songs that are in my head.

Man Man
"Black Misson Goggles"
the sky is falling like a
sock of cocaine in the
ministry of information

subway train's derailing
heads decapitating
catch her reflection and it seems to sing to me

and i say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala
lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala

she's a warm bodega
high on noriega
strung out in brooklyn like it's 1983

she wears her legs around her
neck like a piece of ice
her smile's a neon marque hipsters eat for free

and i say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala
lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala

i am falling like a
sock of cocaine in the
ministry of information

i'm a warm bodega
high on noriega
strung out in brooklyn cause i fell in love with her

and i say lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala
lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalalala

moon cut moon cuts tiny like eyelash
lonely cat nap whisper lonely cat nap whisper
moon cut moon cuts tiny like eyelash
lonely cat nap whisper lonely cat nap whisper

and i walk around i whisper in her scalp
i whisper on the wind i whisper once again