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to book garbageface, write garbagefacemusic {AT} gmail {DOT} com UPCOMING SHOWS: ONE- OFFS: August 7 / 10 - Murphy's Inn, Cornwall, Ontario THE "FALLS TO THE WALL, MAN" TOUR dates coming soon.....
THE METHINKS "WE MADE A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL TOUR" July 25 / 09 - Project 165, Toronto, Ontario August 1 / 09 - The Spill, Peterborough, Ontario August 4 / 09 - AKA Autonomous Social Centre, Kingston, Ontario August 6 / 09 - Avant Garde Bar, Ottawa, Ontario August 8 / 09 - Murphy's Inn, Cornwall, Ontario August 9 / 09 - Blockhouse Park, Merrickville, Ontario August 15 / 09 - Centre Chat Bleu, Montreal, Quebec August 18 / 09 - Agitée Bar-Coop, Quebec City, Quebec August 22 / 09 - Crumbs Cafe, Fredericton, New Brunswick August 23 / 09 - The Manhattan, Moncton, New Brunswick August 25 / 09 - Bridge Street Café, Sackville, New Brunswick August 26 / 09 - Chatterbox Café, Pugwash, Nova Scotia August 29 / 09 - Messtival, Moncton, New Brunswick
October 3 / 09 - Project 165, Toronto, Ontario October 6 / 09 - Supermarket, Toronto, Ontario October 15 / 09 - M Studio, Mississauga, Ontario (Benefit for Phillipine Relief) October 28 / 09 - Clementé Soto Vélez Cultural Centre, New York City, New York October 30 / 09 - Brooklyn Waterfront Artists Coalition Gallery, New York City, New York November 18 / 09 - Rancho Relaxo, Toronto, Ontario December 10 / 09 - Project 165, Toronto, Ontario
January 15 / 10 - Avant Garde Bar, Ottawa, Ontario January 16 / 10 - The Spill, Peterborough, Ontario (MATINÉE MADNESS) January 17 / 10 - Project 165, Toronto, Ontario (MATINEE MADNESS)
March 25 / 10 - Cinecycle, Toronto, Ontario March 27 / 10 - The Spill, Peterborough, Ontario April 3 / 10 - Cosmic Easter Party, Cornwall, Ontario April 9 / 10 - Project 165, Toronto, Ontario April 23 / 10 - The Avant Garde Bar, Ottawa, Ontario April 24 / 10 - AKA Autonomous Social Centre, Kingston, Ontario April 29 / 10 - Marcello's, Streetsville, Ontario April 30 / 10 - The Spill, Peterborough, Ontario May 1 / 10 - The Spill, Peterborough, Ontario May 21 / 10 - Vapor Central, Toronto, Ontario May 29 / 10 - Project 165, Toronto, Ontario
June 1 / 10 - Cafe Chaos, Montreal, Quebec June 3 / 10 - Avant Garde Bar, Ottawa, Ontario June 5 / 10 - Project 165, Toronto, Ontario "back to the top."
"i am confident that the second autopsy will clear my name."
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"back to the top."
"it sounds like there's a horse head in the dryer."
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"back to the top."
"you can't see their faces. you don't know their names."
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LYRICS: at a red light // cccoffee everywhere, stone sharp dead air. cccookout fire-escape, open sore and no debate. cccareful what you choose, bone dry summer blues / ooohhh. aaahhh. / waiting for commands we're fucking waiting for the orders coming down, coming down and it's coming coming cold, there is nothing more attractive then the way you look on acid, woop! / ooohhh. aaahhh. / there is something to be said when the hammer hits the head, "there are better ways to save a few bucks mothefucker," there is something kinda nice waiting at a red light, there you have it - there you have it - there you have it. / waiting for commands we're fucking waiting for the orders coming down, coming down, cccoming coming cold. what yr told is what you do. what you hold is what holds you. it's the boldness in the truth that stops most of us from saying it. the ghosts are in the game again, the lawyer licks the flame and that's all there is to it, boy, that's all there is to it. in a former life i was a druid, i worshipped suns and moons and a kind of intuition, amazed with what i learned when i listened to the earth. i threw it all away and converted to what the fuck, struck dumb, a bloody thumb, a crime scene, a deicide, a good reason to run and hide from mag-lites, a life sentence, and somethings i won't mention yet. the ghosts are in the game again, the lawyer licks the flame and that's all there is to it, boy, that's all there is to it. in a former life i was a druid... killed with kindness // burnitdown burnitdown burnitdown burnit. if you got a problem with the landlord hurting. if you wanna see what's underneath the surface gotta burnitdown burnitdown burnitdown burnit. / eclectic? nah, i'm about to wreck shit, get this, i'm keeping my appointments like a fly in the ointment. tell me: what would it take to get you in this car today? i could throw in a paint job and simonize that shit - and - what if you were offered a cash back advance on yr investment? would you wreck shit? would you feel eclectic? or would you recognize that yr paper magic ties are deceptively uncorrective? i'm keeping my appointments and i'm signing all my papers so that if and when i die, they'll make sure i'm vaporized. / burnitdown burnitdown burnitdown burnit. if you got a problem with the landlord hurting. if you wanna see what's underneath the surface gotta burnitdown burnitdown burnitdown burnit. / desperate? nah, i'm about to get missed, get this, i'm eating all my dinner like a marathon winner. tell me: who would you kill if you knew you would not get caught? maybe yr boss? or the guy who cut you off? - yes - what if you were offered a cash back advance on yr collective bed rips? would that make you feel a bit desperate? or would you recognize that the liars never lie? it's the truth that breaks and leaves some money in the cake. i'm eating all my dinner and it's going to my thighs so that if and when i die i will be desensitized. / burnitdown burnitdown burnitdown burnit. if you got a problem with the landlord hurting. if you wanna see what's underneath the surface gotta burnitdown burnitdown burnitdown burnit. five-fold path // can you configure me? neat code names make it magical. it's an inside joke for an an outside time dial five five five two four two six, only all the local charges apply. / no one will make you matter but yrself, not yr family or friends or elected representatives, cause there's no real reason to imagine walking lines, then there is actually time to walk those lines if you wanted to. the politics of place is what you might call money. you live where you work, you shit where you eat. if you can't afford an office and the rent is hand to mouth there are five ways out: rob a bank, raise a child, kill a cop, use yr charge card or close up shop, cut cut cut cut. / can you configure me? meat cold hands make it monuments. it's a fireside chat with a cheshire cat, permanent too tat two four two six, only do it if yr not gonna fly. / no one will kiss yr fists if yr pissed, not yr family or friends or elected representatives, cause there's no real way to place yrself inside the picture then there is actual imagery to decipher if you wanted to. so sublimate yr anger what you might call cash. you get what you pay for. you pay for everything. if you can't afford ideas and the time is open closed there are five ways posed: rob a bank, raise a child, kill a cop, use yr charge card or close up shop, cut cut cut cut. de-feet // if you can't defeat yrself who can you defeat? it's not an easy question meant for microbiological masters to answer. who can you defeat? who can you defeat? / i walk across a valley of powerlines and find that from time to time my state of mind is atrocious. i'm followed by ghosts of all my past present futures sutured together into a glorious beast. but at least i have family, friends and a microphone, and a bed that i might call home if it wasn't also full of ghosts keeping me from sleep, because who can you defeat, who can you defeat, who can you defeat? / they say that in the end everyone walks alone, they say to get the call you gotta answer the phone, they say to make a song you gotta sell a bit of soul, sell a bit of soul. / so if you are afraid of asking questions put yr hands up, ha ha, do you get it? do you get it? i'm making you afraid cause we're all afraid, yes we're all afraid. every question has an answer, that's truth. and the rhythm is a dancer, that's youth. and cool is not a cancer it's a noose so loosen up yr neck a bit and rest it softly on my chest, yes please. / they say that if you want it, you gotta go get it, they say that if you doubt it, then maybe you'll regret it, they say that if you don't work you might as well forget it, might as well forget it. / you wanna talk to me about forks and knives? the way the sky looks when it's hanging from dry hooks? you wanna talk to me about dips and dives? darkness man, i can show you fucking darkness. or maybe we can talk about rights and sunlight, the way that love waits for it's time and it's place, or maybe we can talk about sums of wealth, cause who can you defeat if you can't defeat yrself. / if you can't defeat yrself who can you defeat? it's not an easy question meant for microbiological masters to answer. who can you defeat? who can you defeat? billboardbeingbankmachine // glossy paper liquid crystal remote control holes the size of yr eyes tumbling like dominoes, prearranged strange disjointed appointments pray hard, the language of the landscape is constantly saying what? / bbbbbbrrrrrrrraaaaaapppp! / the city becomes a sidewalk, the sidewalk extends to legs, the legs become a body, and the body becomes a head, and inside that head is me absorbing signs and sights unseen, the sky becomes a billboard and the billboard a bankmachine. the bank machine becomes some cash, the cash becomes a product, the product becomes a ghost consumed that always comes back to haunt us saying like... / bbbbbrrrrrrraaaappp! / the message is the medium the medium is sold cold shower cold concrete psychopathic mould old fashion passion stripped clean of its meaning meaning you can't tell which way it's leaning and left and right can't sleep tight tonight in a room illuminated by the ambient light and the ambient sounds found on the other side of my hiding place "put on yr work face" is there somewhere where i can just have a seat i've had enough shuffling i need to rest my feet before i move to the next section of the floorplan always only ending up exactly where i began the parking lot dropped off with empty pockets pushing back against the grain but you just can't stop it saying. / oh oh oh. / open concept love affairs hair and nails jailed wings can't spread cause yr not free until yr dead she said, "there's no obligation there's ways to get around it," it was just a stone in my shoe and this is how i found it: the city became a sidewalk, the sidewalk extended to legs, the legs became a body and the body became a head, and inside that head was you, absorbing signs and sights unseen, the sky became a billboard and the billboard a bankmachine, the bank machine became some cash, the cash became a product, the product became a ghost consumed that always came back to haunt us. and me. nametag // allow me to introduce myself, i'm garbageface the poet laureate of hell. i got here simple through selling my soul cause it was mouldy and old and couldn't get me no gold. and though i may look human to you from the outside, i'm an internal primate forever below this hide, my leather exterior, my major inferior, my furious demeanor: bark bark bark meow. / it's a funny fucking world we live in, dawg, cause all the money in the world can't buy you love but it can buy you a soft shoe made from my flesh, assembled in a factory in bangladesh. b-b-bang bang, b-b-bang bang! a dime's worth of difference. nothing lasts forever, not even eternity. infirmity's real; it's inevitable, predictable. like what did you think was going to come? a hot dead death by the light of the sun? a not yet breath by the fight or the gun? a caught red left by the night and the run? this is not a joke. / so glad you could join me, won't you please have a seat? take yr tourniquet off and maybe put up yr feet. can i get you some tea? or something to read? my dear old friend, whatever you need. let's get it unearthed and motherfucking exhume the rotted bodies that we've buried since birth, let's get it unearthed and wipe off the dirt and make the clean slates shine. / it's always midnight somewhere. the ghost of modern art makes a mockery of all that is holy. it's hard like a diamond is hard. "back to the top."
"eet fuk."
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LINKS: write garbagefacemusic {AT} gmail {DOT} com "back to the top."
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