Letters to the Children

Temptation is all around, always the right tool for the wrong job.
It is not layered in Charcoal black, just
hidden in the portals of sanity
and better left unseen
Constantly stretching it's edges and reforming in enticing beauty
Strung out across vivid landscapers of needsles and razors
in the back office of the late night porn shack

Festering in the bowels of humanity, edging closer everyday
with time on it's side, it challenges conformity
It is grown and cultivated in private "atriums"
and distributed on the "down low"
Seeded in discontent and tricked into hibernation are
the things that we think we so strongly detest

I say we get them out into the light, see them and all for all they are
A hard, straight line of reality
inbred and realised on a strictly personal levels
You know we all go a little mad sometimes....me more than others

they swallow whole, the rats as they snake through time
leaving behind the mark of existence, and contracdition
Scarring us through the struggle agains nature
and leaving the wrechage that is a short life

Sleep little angels now,
for tomorrow a new game is being played
not a new game to us, just a new game to you
it is a game wiht stringent rules
Rules made to lead you to the brink
Rules made to show you how to think
and rules made to ignore what you see....
blinding societal rules to make you disappear so they can control

Sweet baby, you are pure now
Loving and honest, controlled and reveled
Free
Longing I am , for the days of my innocence
the exciting, uninhibited days of sunrise
galloping lightly ub a wave of bliss
empty of mind and cleansed of the soul
untainted

You are there, I am going there
meet me again someday on the wings of angels
think of me when the wind sweeps you to sleep
or the marvel of the stars ascend on your happiness
Whne I leave to find relief
I will remember you and your sweet little breathes
hold on close to my heart and
protect you from this manic digress

A New Day, no hangover, and no poems, just rambling's on

So.... there are a few things that are sticking me crazy right now, one is the amount of time people spend trying to convince other people they are right. In general, everyone is som damn concerned with making sure the light they are seen in is a good one, that most folks I seem to meet are not even realm not do I bet they even know who they are. It is strange, I have been watching lately how people interact with others and it is really amazing. I think that for some folks, they are always worried about what they look, are seen, and act like, that they forget anything about the moment, and the moment, I also have noticed that peolalways living in the next moment, "What is up for tomorrow", or "I have to go here and there", it is an ongoing thing. I feel like society has been desinged to rush us through life, and keep from us the things that really would matter, by chasing money,huffying up to family and kids, and being controlled vy rulse of confomity that are mostly religous bound. How many times can someone tell you what to beleive in, I can not understand the evangelists, they pray on simple minded people that are just begging for something to listen to, believe in, and they milk them, the whole religous right that was so strong in getting Bush elected, and so blind they can not see the err of their ways, are in essence some very fble minded folks, with no real interest in truth, just a firm beleif in God and money.

Song Lyrics " The Fall"

The FALL

They swear that it’s not the fall that kill us
They swear it’s not the fall at all
They say that it’s when you hit the bottom,
They say it can end us all

I swear that the fall can kill us,
The descend that angels fall
I swear the bottoms welcome,
When we hit all the pain dissolves.

Slowly things around us change
Upside now turned down
All in one and none for all
Complexities compound

The safety glass is broken
Inner alarm bells sound
Liquor leading nowhere
Just mental, stable ground

All this shit can hurt you
If you let it in your soul
Closed and shattered promises
All shine, never gold.


They swear that it’s not the fall that kill us,
They swear it’s not the fall at all
They say that it’s when you hit the bottom,
They say it can end us all

I swear that the fall can kill us, kill us
The descend that angels fall
I swear the bottoms welcome, welcome
When we hit all the pains dissolves.

Sadly I can tell you
The fall can kill us all
The struggle of these times
Backs up against a wall

Hell, the bottom kills you
If you make it to ground
But the ground is not so frightening
It is the pain on the way down

Let this be a testament
The writing on the wall
That shit about the bottom kills us
The fall can do it all





Bridge


Alcohol , can’t sleep tonight
The pain it holds the knife
Looking for the answer now
Shit I’m never right
Collection of the glasses
And the end of the night is near
I’m better off staying here
And holding all my tears
Cause

They swear that it’s not the fall that kill us, kills us
They swear it’s not the fall at all
They say that it’s when you hit the bottom, bottom
They say it can end us all

I swear that the fall can kill us, kill us
It’s painful as it comes
I swear the bottoms welcome, welcome
With it I beat them all !!!!!!!!.

War of Our Own

War Of Our Own


Twenty- six windows break simultaneously.
They implode from the inside,
forced by a reluctant fire.
It is the comforting flame of reality
muddled in a never ending story.
Roses have bloomed in the flame of adversity.
Strength again has defied reason as
the canopy of beauty is forever lodged inside the outside,
The beauty is in the randomness of the shattered glass.


And right there at the moment ,
when flame and oxygen meet,
when silence seems to be a necessity,
and everything
clear and obvious
becomes
hazy and illusive.
Lost in the fields of joy,
And slipping further and further from home..
That is the moment when truth will shine into the heart of the doubter.


Standards that seem to be out of reach,
the ones that lead stray dogs to open flames
combusting into black ash of wasted potential
seem to blow into oblivion
by some strange west wind and are
scattered and strewn through graveyards at night.

The little lake and its companion dam
seem large and majestic from this line of sight.
Sacred moments cascade through thoughts,
Meeting us under the charcoal cover of midnight skies.
Reveling the holes that will never be filled, disturbingly vacant.
This is where it resides,
The pain, the flawed destiny and
all our illicit thoughts and contraband fears.

Always the same seams show through, discarded by our mouths.
Insides flowing out onto fields of dried daisies,
covering everything that is or will be anything.
Staining the soul forever, stained for life, colored black before death.
Cosmetic lives always wash away.
Wills, for all eternity, reside behind the make up of supernatural trust.
Companionship never supercedes relationship and now
It is Troy and the lovely horse is at the gate.

Sunshine forever, if never the eclipse would intervene,
Darkness of unpolished and loathsome confusion
distorting everything that is not seen.
That which is seen is by no means all that is presen.
Paths diverge and converge in an endless array of geometrical puzzles
Never really mapped by human existence,
but traveled solemnly to a momentary lapse of pain,
bouncing hypocrisies and substance like a schooner in a storm.


Remember, suspension and depression convinced the old rat
Leave very well alone!
But if not everything, the harbinger predicts, then nothing.
So nothing somehow becomes everything
And everything is always forgotten.

Caught and bound in time
by a loose string that is knotted at both ends
Easily relinquished, yet tight by thought alone.
It grips and tugs at each end
A constant tug of war,
battle of wills,
war of our own.

Passing thoughts, forever light covered inlets
Thoughts owned
then relinquished,
then owned again
thoughts that lead us all to our homes!

Brad Deifer
bdeifer@aol.com

Sheeps to Slaughter, and Happy again

Sheep To Slaughter




We have hospitals to cure the incurable.
We have legacies that stand on the own.
We have spineless vultures eating up civility
and athletes passing as god's.
Lecturers try to show us THEIR way
and truth has been sent out on the barge.
We have converts showing me which way to go
as we move into a brand new demographic market.
We are winners in an losers race and
our fruit is spoiled in our markets.
Lessons go unlearned and smiles unseen
as Vultures turn our Eagles mean.
The air is to thick to fly again ,
someone has just stolen the food from our cupboard
Holidays and vacations are focal points
as living takes a back seat to money.
Songs are sung that have no clear words,
hero's are a dime a dozen
Screens and modems are big brothers eye
as we move to another philosophical level.
Future is brighter than the past has been,
Who is leading all these Sheep to Slaughter?

Happy Again


Clawing aimlessly against the rubber walls,
He felt only his bone on the acrylic casing.
Punching through callused knuckles...

Anything to escape ... anything !

Tears filled his eyes.
He knows many others have been here
... others,
But where are they ... How are they... Are they still here

somewhere?

Slowly he falls back ... sighs
looks up at the ceiling
... and dreams.

It is all glass ...
It is all glass.

Beautiful sun , vibrant and alive...
Birds & clouds intermigled ... and exciting.
New ... Very new !

Still he remains very cold...
He sees that sun ...
but, oh so very cold

he shivers and trembles

All these rubber walls and glass ceilings ...
Then...standing upright...

He rams his head into a pool of warm blood...
His own !


And he was happy again !

The Label and the bands.......

WWW. EVORECORDINGS.COM

Go check out the bands as 06 is seriously going to be Evo's year on themusic front......

Some Bullshit for today

There are a few artists I have been completely blown away with recently from a writing and lyrical standpoint. If you are into Hip-Hop, indie Rock or anything else you need to listen to emotion, power and sheer brilliance of the Hip Hop underground group from Minn. called Atmosphere, (Slug and Ant) , the new record that came out via seminal punk rock l able Epitaph is amazing lyrtically. This guy needs to never stop writing, also have come across a song that moved me and is so well written from the rock / indie rock world called "Hate Me" by Blue October, I beleive it is coming out on a record being put out by Universal in Spring. Check it out

Our bands at Evo have been really doing some good things, Revery from Norfolk Va has been gaining amazing momentum at radio, and I am so damn excited about possibly my favorite songwriting group from right here in Raleigh called Patty Hurst Shifter, that record is coming out January 24th via my deal with Fontana/Universal. I really have been watching that band grow up since the begining, just the true sense and feel of the song writing and structure had been drawing me out since I had seen them the first time, I knew the moment I got my lable onthe n ational level I had to go get them , and make sure this band is heard. I am really excited. go buy "Too Crowded At The Losing End" and just give a a bunch of listens, you will see what I mean.

I am using this to put all my old writings up and get them out of old books, so I will have old and new stuff I had worked on posted, primiraly for myself, but if you liek them and want to add stuff here do it up. I will put both publshied and unpublished stuff so if you have comments hit me up.

Lots os shit going on with the lable and bands, and the end of the long and depressing road that my life has been on latey seems near, I have taking everything Ihave and bet my life and family on this lable and it will go where it needs to be.It has been a tough struggle since the partner left and I have been very, very down and confused on many things, but that seems to be clearing up so I will not look back, and regret the decsions I made to put everyting into this, as I have never and never will wanna waste my life doing something I do not enjoy, I just have to be careful to not bring others into my miseries. I am really starting to see and make this label what it needs to be. My goal in life has always been to create, that feeling of knowing that there si something PERMANENT in the world that I helped creat and will last longer than my simple ass life.....that is the drive for always working on creating new companies, new bands, and new ways to make a living, as well as new wriitngs and new songs. I have always been very interested in making sure ther eis a legacy, and the time spent here was not a waste, since Zachary Dylan Deifer has been born, that has changed my life in so many ways, this boy is amazing, he is smart, charming and just a joy, the reason to get up in the AM and to be home, sober and around at night. Zachary Dylan and the folks that have given me the leave way and ability to pirsue dreams always are now my heros'.........

PS I am not using Spell Checker on purpose for a little to see how bad a speller I really am whenI am typing.....I will go back and fix that later.....Peace

Song Lyrics "Inches from the Knife"

INCHES FROM THE KNIFE

Heal me with your poison
Pleasant is your sting
Graze me with your bullet
Hide me in your wing

Healing lacerations
Scares are now within
Feeling reservation
Don’t know where I’ve been

I can’t believe I’m smiling

So go on and tell me another lie, tonight
Just makes me feel everything’s all right
So go on and tell me another lie, well all right
Cause my wrist is inches from the knife

Bandaged by your anger
Wrapped up in a grin
Caught up in the middle
Then out of it again

Raining in the bathroom
Clouds are at the door
Looking in the mirror
Shackled to the floor

I can’t believe I’m smiling

So go on and tell me another lie, tonight
Just makes me feel everything’s all right
So go on and tell me another lie, well all right
Cause my wrist is inches from the knife

Mid July my doctor’s high
Don’t you know that bullets fly when worlds collide?
Everybody’s looking for a new messiah
Never gonna find the thing that gets me high
Live to laugh but always cry
Don’t you know that love can live and always dies?
Holding on to anything just to survive
Now I’m gonna take a pill to feel alive

I can’t believe I’m smiling
I can’t believe I’m smiling

So go on and tell me another lie, tonight
Just makes me feel everything’s all right
So go on and tell me another lie, well all right
Cause my wrist is inches from the knife
Cause my wrist is inches from the knife
Yeah my wrist is inches from the knife