StoicIndie

gormandizersunite:

Don’t let them break you.
Don’t let them tell you who you are.
Doesn’t matter where you come from,
you’ll always have a floor to sleep on.
And you have your bamboo bones,
nervous energy,
blind ambition,
skin of your teeth.
Push back, push back, push back,
with every word and every breath.

What God doesn’t give to you,
you’ve got to go and get for yourself.

I’m embarrassed to admit it,
I’ve got no grip.
I’m leading with my jaw.
Can you see it from a distance?
Does it look ridiculous?
I guess that’s just what I have to live with.
Still I have a mind to think,
knees to break,
you standing beside me.
I’m going to push back, push back, push back,
with every word and every breath.

What God doesn’t give to you,
you’ve got to go and get for yourself.

To my dearest JJ, with the right amount of love and cautious optimism.

Tom Gabel = genius. Against Me! FTW

Against Me! new album White Crosses leaked so here you go…

I wake up in the morning and I drink from the fountain.
I wake up in the morning with the same unanswered questions.
I don’t know what’s going to cure my unsettled stomach.
Street kids collect spare change in a conch shell on the side walk; their teeth are yellow, their hair is tangled.
Their minds are vapid and they laugh wild in their depravity.

I’ll make my way back home to you, head north on San Marco Avenue.
White crosses on the church lawn, I want to smash them all.
I want to smash them all.

White Crosses — Against Me!

thanks genggeng for sharing. falling more in love with AM.

I was a teenage anarchist, looking for a revolution.
I had the style, I had the ambition. I read all the authors, I knew the right slogans.
There was no war but the class war. I was ready to set the world on fire.
I was a teenage anarchist, looking for a revolution.

Do you remember when you were young and you wanted to set the world on fire?

I was a teenage anarchist, the revolution was a lie.

I Was A Teenage Anarchist — Against Me!

Theaters, restaurants, graveyards and churches. I’ve spent every dollar that I’ve ever earned. I’ll bleed my heart out, I’ll give every word. I’ve asked preachers, doctors and lawyers, socialites, pariahs, mothers and fathers. You may not find all that you’re after, in the end I hope it doesn’t matter.

Do you share the same sense of defeat?

Have you realized all the things you’ll never be?

Ideals turn to resentment, open minds close up with cynicism.

I’ve got no judgement for you.

Come on and ache with me.

Ache With Me — Against Me!

its 6:32 am, can’t wait to LEAVE. And to Matet —- Hey! I ain’t leaving.

Look into the Spanish moss.
Let your mind conjure up old ghosts.
Ride you bike through lost Florida streets.
Everything we’ve said and done, can be so easily forgotten.
You can always change who you are.

You just need to find some place to get away.
You can forget your name.
And there’s no need to apologize.
I caught a glimpse of this life, it could be such a very good life.
We could find a place for just me and you.
But it’s not yours to keep.
Yeah, the truth will tear your heart out.
In a world run by gangsters you’re stuck standing in a bread line.

Spanish Moss — Against Me!

my monday song. damn good! i don’t care if they’re “sell-out”, fuck the reviews!

How can we heal these bitter divisions?
How can we overcome our mutual distrust?
How can we heal these bitter divisions?
How can we reconcile these differences?

Bitter Divisions — Against Me!

Wagon Wheel — Against Me!

my everyday dose.