I love Bane... they played in Portland on the 29th of July in 98 and these are some pictures from that show... an awesome show by the way...
as was (of course) the last time they were up here in 99... as were all the other times I've seen them. Amazing always. It's now 2003 and they were just here. Great show.
Superhero
She rolls her eyes and lights another. "One day I'll quit these things they're killing me" She blows her brains right out her fucking mouth "I just don't know how you do it" Well, there is nothing in me that you don't have deep within your fucking self. Yes, the body is week but the mind is strong and it controls the body, you are not a slave, And I am not a superhero. The difference between hard and impossible is a thousand miles wide, but that's not what you want to hear. So you live a lifetime of regret instead of moments of uncomfort never knowing how great it feels to be free.
Forked Tongue
What have you done? look at what you have done, screaming words of venom right in your daughters face. take the time to show her that all her thoughts were wrong; shape her in your image just as somebody did to you and if this is how you do it when your here right in front of me I can not imagine what must go down at home. never got a chance, that kid was doomed right at the gate. I stand and watch you ruin that poor little girl in the middle of the street and since I can't put a bullet right in your hateful face, I turn my back and walk away and hope to god, I hope there is.. a hell! ...and soon she'll know just how to use words that cripple… like a gun! what have you done?
Every Effort Made
holding this moment in the palm of my hands this thing still means so much to me beliefs that have stood the test of time a force that surrounds us penetrates us binds us all together these days belong to us… its in the things that we said all that it meant ideals that won't fade and every effort made… and its much more so much more than just fucking clothes its in the way that you cannot sit still chewing on words but spitting out actions fire the fire that burns so deep inside the fire that keeps hardcore alive!
Lay The Blame Again I pay the price- again left with this lesson that is not mine to learn tears regret and painful questions, it smashes your spine steals all that time and
takes the eyes right out of your head, but we don't point a finger nobody says a word but it rips us apart that old man I looked up to passed out on the floor that stupid crazy motherfucker taking all those lives the one the love
my mother poisoned from inside… and what it did to you and what it did to me, it ripped us apart! and you how did it get to you the smartest of us all it knocked you down and beat you up but neither you or it would ever let it go
and again I pay the price, I pay the price!
At Best
Searching, sifting, dying to find the worst in everything around you. All that's wrong is all that you fuckin' see because it's all that you look for. But you won't wallow in your doom alone you've got to ruin it for everyone. With words that belittle the situation and rape each moment of its potential. I'm not saying to go through lifeblindly. I know that things don't go right all of the time. But at best - I am going to try to find, at best - a way to make it through the haze, at best - I'm gonna leave your words behind, so I can get on with my day. It only takes a little bit of effort, to open up your eyes and see, that this life is so fucking short but still let each day of it get the best of you, instead of the other way around. Someone has killed the child in you, and now this life has got you beat.
You go on without me I'll hold right here. That gleam in your eyes, it still fills me with fear. The more you see that I'm not like the others the harder you
try to take my hand in yours. Cold gray and callous, reaching out for me. Whatever's over that that hill, it scares the fuck out of me. Still you step closer, so that our eyes can meet. Tell me no one knows me, like you do.
And then you say that I can't play this game forever. No, you are the king of killers. I've seen what you do. Carving through the hearts and souls of many with cloven hoofs you stomp the dreams of men, of men far greater that me.
I'm not going I'll hold here.
Count Me Out I can still see the reasons that I opened my eyes to this scene in the first place. I can still feel my beliefs growing stronger-stronger everyday. I can still
count the ways. But for you its all over. The feeling is gone and you're moving on and tearing us down with you. You've shed your past. Grown up fast, Demanding that we all mature at your pace. But here I'll remain refusing to
change remembering when we were the same I support your decision, I believe in change and hope you find just what it is that you are looking for. But when you sit around and talk shit about everything that you once based your whole
life on, well that is where you can count me out. Because I will be here tomorrow, and I will be here next year, just like this X on the back of my hand, I'm not going nowhere.
In Pieces No matter how much
I say that I've learned life's lessons, the only way to ever really know life's lessons is when it smacks you right in the face (life smacks you in the face) rubberband stretched to the limit, but still I cannot help but pull it
just a little bit more. Once again my whole world crumbles, walls cave in, I fall backwards. Everything I know taken out at the knee. Hands stuffed deep into my mouth to keep from choking on the words that show how much i know
about knowing nothing at all (I don't know anything at all) I know that these days will have an end just like i know that I'll be back again. This place is awful, but it's familiar.