Never Fear, the Flobots are Here!

It is finally time for another review. I am sure that some of you at least have heard of the fad hip/hop group, Flobots. For those unfamiliar with the group’s sound and direction, I’ll give you a point of reference. They take the political-mindedness of Rise Against, and add the Biblical worldview and catchy beats of Christian rappers like KJ-52, and PAX217. Have you ever wanted your music to actually SAY something, and yet not twist the facts? Have you ever been sickened by what the church is becoming and how it is aiding a fallen culture instead of impeding it? Never fear, the Flobots are here! And if you look beyond the exterior, I believe that they have the quality and power to stay on the scene for a long time.

 

Here are the lyrics to the opening song:

 

 

"There's a war going on for your mind

Media mavens mount surgical strikes from trapper keeper collages and online magazine racks

Cover girl cutouts throw up pop-up ads

Infecting victims with silicone shrapnel

Worldwide passenger pigeons deploy paratroopers

Now it's raining pornography

Lovers take shelter

Post-production debutantes pursue you in nascar chariots

They construct ransom letters from biblical passages and bleed mascara into holy water supplies

 

There's a war going on for your mind

Industry insiders slang test tube babies to corporate crackheads

They flash logos and blast ghettos

Their embroidered neckties say "stop snitchin'"

Conscious rappers and whistleblowers get stitches made of acupuncture needles and marionette strings

 

There is a war going on for your mind

Professional wrestlers and vice presidents want you to believe them

The desert sky is their bluescreen

They superimpose explosions

They shout at you

'pay no attention to the men behind the barbed curtain

Nor the craters beneath the draped flags'

Those hoods are there for your protection

And meteors these days are the size of corpses

 

There's a war going on for your mind

We are the insurgents"

 

WARNING: "Mayday," "Stand Up," "Combat," and "The Rhythm Method" contain some profanity.

Stand out tracks: "There's a War Going on for Your Mind," "Stand Up," "Handlebars," "Rise", and (if you can find this b-side track online) "So Happy Together."

Final score: 4 1/2 out of 5

 

Until next time,

Scott

I'm still here

The sky fades again, as all the people leave

But I’m here… I’m still here

My words cut those I wish to please

And I’m here, I’m still here

 

The grass dies and the world spins

Friends grow old, I grow away

I’m trying to swim, but I’ve lost my fins

The thoughts hurt from day to day

But I’m still here, Yes, I’m still here

 

Another one stands before me

You can look, but you can’t touch

My failures are so plain to see

It all seems to be too much

 

And the clouds roll in, the world caves in

I still stand

I look back, were I’m going, were I’ve been

And I stand, and I fall, and I die

I hope and I love and I cry

And I’m still here

 

It’s so quiet in this room

My mind it moves so fast

This won’t become my tomb

I’m going to make this last

 

The fear comes to haunt, the people run away

But I’m here, I’m still here

I will not flee, I won’t choose to be afraid

And I’m here, I’m still here

An Apology

This is me recanting, or perhaps just clarifying and apologizing for what I said in my last post. It was very ill thought out, and full of very bad jokes. Then worst of all, I put it up on the webernet for all to see. And now I have friends and relatives asking me if I have a girlfriend and who it is that they should be hating. Stupid, stupid me!

Error #1: When I said "falling in love," I simply meant that I am attracted to the opposite sex again. In retrospect, this is probably the most dense and obviously stupid thing I could say. Of COURSE I'm attracted to the opposite sex! I'm a guy! DUH! So that was really dumb. It is just that I have been jaded by relationships before, and my poetical, exaggerating mind took my words too far when I started feeling lovey-dovey emotions again. Who isn't jaded by it at sometime, and who doesn't fall back on their pheromones again? Sorry about that one...

Error #2: "Befriended an enemy of the Christian faith..." WOW.... bad, bad, bad joke. Biting sarcasm, and very ill thought out. No, he's not. I was out of line. It's just that a lot of people I know pre-judge his family, and that really, REALLY ticks me off. But my comment was out of line, and I apologize for that.

I will think before I post in the future. Please forgive me for my previous post, and I pray that you will continue reading what I write; even when it is out of bounds.

Sincerely,

Your Friend,

Scott

Shock

(this post is under construction, due to misunderstandings and miscommunication. sorry for the inconvenience, and thank you for your patients. Scott)

"Lord, save me from myself"

I do not desire food, nor do I desire company. I want sustenance and I require love. I want the ends, not the means. The means require work I am not willing to expend. I have become “lazier than the furniture.”

I am sick of punk rock, something that rarely, if EVER happens. I am done with my paper, yet afterwards, rejoicing is brief. Decent into utter apathy consumes me. Poetry is life, emo is not an abstract phrase. It is a state of mind.

Overstatement, and exaggeration. Other’s disbelief at my remarks. “No one understands!” That is a lie from hell. But it still burns; it still draws blood.

Focus is barely managed. Spell check is my crutch. It causes me to stumble, it causes me to fail.

I feel like the instrument I write upon: slipping ever nearer towards running out of juice, but yet, never quiet reaching 0%. The constant state of wanting to be full, but never being empty.

Contentment, like a flower, is fleeting. It blooms with such beauty, but withers with the lightest frost. Resilient it is not.

Melancholy. LORD, save me from its grasp. It clutches at my heart. It tugs upon my mind. It consumes like cancer. Like an infectious hardcore song it eats away at body and soul.

“LORD, save me from myself."

And yet thought you may despair, God shows grace. He shows that He is still the one who brought you into this place called life, called you to Himself, and sustains you through all.

You may not give a hoot, you may be sick of life through and through; you may not be able to feel a thing. Then God’s beaming sense of humor shines through the dark, dark clouds of the mundane. A blonde, and box of Lego, leaves crunching underneath the soles of your feet, someone who is completely baffled by your sour outlook on life, yet stays to listen as you ramble on uselessly. These are the things God uses. He shows up at the last second, then He defies your expectations, blows your mind, and blesses your socks off.

Scott

The Clock

The stage lights glow

They keep the screen alive

I sit one seat behind you

The clock it moves towards five

The tick

The tock

and on again it goes

The time

It stops

and reality it slows

The speaker speaks

The people grin

Although they don't agree

The chocolate falls

In darkened strands

I wish I could be free

The politics

The politics

The many words

So many words

It makes me oh so sick

But the clock

It still does tick

My reminder does no good

It does not what it should

The lights shine on your head

We surely will be dead

I cannot focus

I cannot think

My studies fail

Your beauty pails

As the clock

It ticks

It tocks

Back again

Sorry, it's been too long. College will do that to you...

I don't have much. In fact, I don't have anything really, but the flu and lots of homework. I'll try to keep anyone who still reads this posted...

Till then,

Scott