Bandit Cole Younger

This Will probably be my last update on this Livejournal account. I've just grown bored of its name. As such, if you have an interest in remaining my "internet friend" you can friend:
brokedownengine

I promised myself I wouldn't talk about how awesome Elyse is, because you all already know, but...
ELYSE IS AWESOME.
continue on with your day

oh and go to candyboxviolence.com and check out the new album... its really quite good

I got another Tom Waits Bootleg. So good live... ugh, i need to see him SO badly.

Fall Of Troy
Tom Waits

It's the same with men as with horses and dogs
Nothing wants to die
Evelyn James they killed in a game
with guns too big for their hands
just off St. Charles in No-Mans Land
and you'll have to find your own way home.
Boys, you'll have to find your own way home.

The oldest was Troy, an eighteen year-old boy
Shot dead in March during a robbery
his brother started out to hell and to ruin
Troy's killer was never caught they say.
Young nick he just went bad that day
Now he'll have to find his own way home.
Boys, he'll have to find his own way home.

Why cook dinner?
Why make my bed?
Why come home at all?

Out the door and through the woods
There is a world where nothing grows
It's hard to say grace and to sit in the place
Of someone missing at the table
Mom's hair sprayed tight
And her face in her hands
Watching TV for answers to me
After all she's only human
And she's trying to find her own way home.
Boys, she's trying to find her own way home.

My legs ache
My heart is sore
The well is full of pennies.

[01] Reply with your name and I will write something about you.

[02] I will then tell you what song/BAND reminds me of you.

[03] Next, I will tell you who you remind me of, celebrity/animated or otherwise.

[04] Last, I will try to name a single word that best describes you.

[05] Put this in your journal.

Which Genocidal Maniac Are You?
Brought to you by Rum and Monkey

god theres some schmuck on ABC whos arguing republican points like a ten year old. i am absolutely disgusted at my country right now. one hundred percent. ugh jesus i want to fucking kill.

Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.


also... patricks on in forty if any one wants to listen...
http://www.asucd.ucdavis.edu/radio/showme.cfm?show=670&title=Dark%20Night%20Blues&back=_grid

For the first time since my father's death I've been having a great January.

an update is an order from tonight...
great line of the day:
"If you were my girlfriend, I'd kiss you"
"That's why you're not my boyfriend"

other news... Im gonna quit the band with Lucas because he's an evil sonofabitch who crossed a big fucking line. did work tonight... yay me... I wanna die, i dont care how, down south louisiana and grey grey skys.... around nine i went over to Axe and saw Donovan somethin or other, Jackson Brown, Jack Johnson, ben harper, the guitarist from jack shit and a few others all take turns playing for a benefit... good times... though i kind of hate a lot of that stuff, it was fun to be at and Ben Harper is quite good as was Jackson... regardless of him being jackson browne middle of the road kind of boring... yeah life... Edge is off in the far reaches of the north country. Hope shes faring alright. I dont know what im gonna do with myself though. I need to talk to Kayla but i have no free period tomorrow. maybe ill grab her at lunch and throw her in my car.
Patricks show is tonight, any one wanna listen?

( Stop )

can a weekend get any better?
Nope.
Friday: Date with Edge and saw Geoff Muldaur... I dont know what else to do but smile.
Saturday: Top ten moments of my life. My first paid acoustic gig:
I arrive Im deathly nervous, I'm playing for T motherfucking Bone Burnett's gambling birthday party. I arrive and get to play a nineteen twenty seven Gibson thats the best guitar ive ever played. period. I proceed to play my resonator for multiple hours all while people like Dennis Hopper is telling me how much he likes my paying and people appreciated my playing and understood it and got it. i Durmot Mulroney played Cello with me tonight... Jesse Dylan asked me if Id hang out with his kid and teach him to play... good god... and the night goes on like this... at the end of the night, I get fucking paid! then, I get to hang out with t bone. T Bone is an honest to god hero to me. I talk Henry Thomas, Washington Phillips, Muddy Waters and Skip James with him. He plays me a song he just wrote and then tells me that I have to call him some time because he'd like to play with me sometime real soon... I cant even breathe. oh, and I played jug tonight.

and the best part about the whole weekend is this little dame named Edge.

I'm not really expecting anybody to read this-its five pages- but I'm very very personal in this essay. More personal then I've ever been about my father... Im totally drained from it.

( Dirt )

well, ive never felt so sick ever as on friday. I simply couldnt move. hung out with edge on saturday, awesome. today i didnt leave the house... yeah well... did all my mitch homework.. (jake did his homework... good god...) i got plenty to say but not the capacity to say it. Ive been reading other peoples ljs lately. I mean they are all with in what id call my pretty immediate group of friends, none that I know amazingly well...

Sara might leave school. Sara will leave school. what shall we do?
we must do something we must we must
a party a hoopla a circus or bust
a celebration for our friend who has meant so much
who has brought a hint of darkness
much before the dusk
Sara is leaving... i dontknow... i mean shes been one of my bestfriends for a long time. But a very weird bestfriend. the kind of best friend that you kind of dont think of when you think of bestfriend, but then you think hey, wait a minute they actually now me better then I know me... down to that one time I asked them out and didnt even know it.... yeah weve had a lot of every moment, and Im gonna be awful sad to not see her and aesthetically pleasing nature at school... but i guess its a touch of preparation for next years mass collegiate diasporas.
miss patrick... usual...
there are some very cool people that make up a sort of social group, not exclusive in any form, but its rather interesting because Ive become loose friends with all of them at one point or another but havent really entered the group... dont know why I like the hell out of all of them... i guess ive been to much in my own head... bah, dont read this... it doesnt make any sense... Sarah Gray did something royal stupid, and I hope she gets this shit sorted out. my dear friend Saskia just IMmed me... shes so amazing. AMAZING like woah. one of those next miss americas except first shell find a cure for cancer then aids (the gay cancer).
that was a waste

I wrote a new song. It's Called Take Me Back. (Yes, I do steal the Traditional line, shut up). if you want it, IM me at Funnyfolkguy


on another note:

“Well the blues, Alan, is uh, I always just called it, just uh, plain old being lonesome. Now a lot of people don't think that’s a big enough word. But then, you can get lonesome for a lot of things. Uh, people down where I come from they’re lonesome fer a job, they’re lonesome fer some spending money, lonesome fer some drinking whiskey, lonesome fer a good time, pretty gals, wine, woman and song like they see stuck up in their face everyday by other people. Thinkin' maybe that'ch’you're, ye know, down and out, and disgusted and busted and can't be trusted; why, gives you a lonesome feelin' that somehow the world's sorta turned against ye, er theres something about it you dont understand. Bein’ out of work, bein’ lonesome or yer there bein’ in jail. And actually some of the best blues come from jailhouses, uh, where people are put uh for different reasons they... blues… awful popular in jails. The blues is uhm sort of a complaint, er I mean a lament, er i mean, sort of a hellrasing in your own system of something you wanna get out you wanna sing about you know there's something wrong, and you look around and you see alot of things that you thinks sort of causing things to be hard n' you just come in get t’ singin' the blues er somethin’.”
-Woody Guthrie

Back.

good.

I'm San Fran bound... I'll update from up there in a few days...
In other news, I'm sorry Sarah. I'll call more often I promise.

thats all...
oh and there are 5,000 songs flat on my Itunes.

http://www.brokenbricks.com/kdvs2.wav

yeah well...
long week so far. or since Friday.
I went to a lovely party where i pissed and moaned about my life and had some very cute girls fain interest. Got home at 12:30, asleep an hour later. woke up at 5 to drive my dad and mari to the airport. Got gasoline at six ten near the airport. went back to peters, cleaned the place up, and went home. My little brother was awake for a soccer game and I did all my homework was finished by ninethirty. Spent most of the day recording a song... Then a trip to McCabes for Patrick's gift... A Concertina... the coolest instrument ever. It's essentially what you think of when you think sea shanty accordian. anyways, went and worked at a a McCabes show around six, worked til midnight, got home patrick called.
Next thing Erin calls, I go out with Francomono, his date Rocky, Miles and Erin at one. We explore Karaoke and I got low and lonesome like a po' boy feel. it was great seeing franco though, and I traded numbers with Rocky as shell be in San Fran same time as I will. anyways get to bed at around two. saturday was a twenty two hour day on three and a half hours of sleep. Sunday i got up around seven because my mom is nuts. I did stuff all day that now i dont remember. regardless, Monday blah nothing really...
TODAY:
AWFUL.
woke up late got the girls late parked in ralphs then straight to class... wanted to go off campus during lunch but no one wanted too. Talked with Kate and that was a highlight today. I really like her as a person, she's very funny and pretty genuine. I really admire our group, We dont have (m)anybody that seems to be faking too much, well except me of course, but thats just because life is that hard because im not in the depression. after lunch Jiro's class, great and awful. Im gonna kill the freshmen.
this is where the story begins. I go and get my jew shot (to keep the horns from growing). Sara doesnt come with me so im lonesome and bored. This one hurts like hell. I go home and do my math work. I had called up papa johns earlier to order a pizza. the 411 connects me to first off the wrong papa johns, they say no worries and then "connect" me to the other one via computer, except that this didnt happen, and as such I place my order and leave at five thirty to pick it up. I arrive on time at the place, 5:45, and they tell me they dont have my pizza, i never ordered it. they check and recheck then call the other stores. its in westwood he says. He gives me bum directions and at this point I havent eaten all day, my arm is pulsating with pain, my head kills, I have no good music in my car (well that im in the mood for) Patrick was a witness to a shooting so hes busy with the cops, THe traffic is heavy as hell and ive been cut off more times than id care to count, all for some fucking pizza. I drive to the next spot on wilshire were they once more tell me its not there. Im ready to kill at this point, I hop back in my car with blood in my eyes. I breathe deep and put on Gwen Stefani's new album to check it out, perhaps analysis will calm me down... Its awful. Its horrid its dogshit save the first song which makes the entire album almost worth it. It raises the album from a two out of ten to a six. I finally get to the pizza place and the guy hasnt made the pepperoni pizza. Im an hour late, and they havent made one of the pizzas. They charge me fullprice and dont give me the two liter coke. I get back in my car finish the gwen record and get to school. I walk in the door and hear a loud You suck Jake. I kind of snapped at this and wanted to just totally lose and start crying. I yelled back, I suck? I drove to three different goddamned places for this pizza. I wanted to yell, Fuck you, lets see you take care of this when youve accumulated under 18 hours of sleep in the past five days, thats averaging three hours of sleep a night, Luckily however, I had many friends there who were, in fact, grateful, thank you to Emily for really sincerely thanking me. and adam was so sweet. and Elyse, ah hell, shes one of the sweetest girls I know. I could go on and on about how amazing and strong and sympathetic and loyal and what a good friend she is, but she'd hate that and would call me pathetic. eheu.
i get home and finish Dylan's book. I loved it. amazing.
I wrote a new song... imma post it too

It’s newly night
And there’s neon light
Filling up the air
A man once told me
You can’t treat everybody right
But you can treat ‘em fair

When you Live and die young
Your corpse looks to good
To simply rest in a tomb
give and try some
you might just find out
that there’s no room

I watched you wander
From the penny arcades
Your head was like a dollar
the high-sheriff led the parade
Your life has no place to go but to disintegrate
‘cause that bottle’s been half empty for days

I don’t know what to tell ye
You know it just as well
The rich mans heaven
Is the poor mans hell

People are like vanity
They always care too much
one day it’ll swallow me
Nothing matters any more but your touch

but the teeth that you use for gaping
have all gone to hell
you can’t find anyone
who preaches like Willie McTell
crying and laughing are never the same
and the bottle’s been half empty for days

and thats me right now.
PS two exams, an inclass essay and a paper. Party on.

1. First Name: Jacob
2. Hair Color: brown and grey
3. Middle Name: Barish
4. Hair Style: long in the front, short in the back...kind of like a reverse mullet. i have the same cut as sarah pretty much
5. Eye Color: dark brown.
6. Height: 5'9
8. Birthday: 10/21/87
9. Zodiac Sign: Libra


favorites
1. Favorite Animal: in third grade it was sharks
2. Favorite Sport: College Football. GO SC
3. Favorite Color(s): white, black greens, reds, shiny and plaid
4. Favorite Friend(s): sarah, patrick, sara
6. Favorite Song(s): in the past twenty minutes, When I loved Her, Kristofferson
7. Favorite Movie Quote: "if you touch me again, you'll have another one of those, you goddamned Okie" - China Town
8. Favorite Store: Pamela Barish
9. Favorite Feeling: If there's one thing you can lose, its that feeling
10. Favorite Shoe: boots of spanish leather
11. Favorite Scent: a crisp air in the woods
12. Do You Wear Make-Up?: not in a long time

13. Which is more important, personality or looks?: love to say personality, but I wouldnt date a hideous girl
14. What kind of personality do you like in a guy/girl?: honest, and completely out of there fuckin' minds. Oh, and they need to understand my humour
15. Do you move fast or slow in a relationship?: depends on the relationship
16. What is your idea of the perfect guy/girl?: Someone who isnt Erin.
17. Would you ever ask someone out?: yeah, and it works out great. All the time. Thanks Erin.

18. Do you prefer blondes or brunettes?: brunettes

love, life & friends

1. What is the first thing you notice about someone?: sense of humor, or lack there of.
2. When's the last time you cried?: three o clock this morning... thanks erin.
3. What do you want to be when you grow up?: Woody Guthrie
4. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?: im not a queer
5. How far have you gotten?: gotten? I'd answer this If I was asked the question
6. Do you like someone right now?: yip
7. Do they know?: yip


do you like to..

1. Do you like to give hugs? yeah and high fives
2. Give back rubs?: yeah, but ive got guitar picker hands so I can kill a man
3. Take walks in the rain?: as long as I have a warm place to go at the end of it
4. Do you ever have one of those falling dreams?: nope
5. What is on the walls of your room?: on one wall: National Val-pro, Martin 000-15, National Tricone Resonator, National '55 Belvideire, Ukulele, Banjo, Yamaha F-310 painted by Gabe, Harmony 80 dollar electric. different wall Ive got pictures that sarah drew and jack white and bob dylan are on all my whiles
6. When you chew gum, what etc..kind?: Speamint dont care what kind
7. Do you use chap stick?: nope

in the past month, have you..

1. Drank?: no
2. Smoked?: no.
3. Drugs?: No.
4. I'm Omitting this question because its stupid.
5. Eaten sushi?: no.
6. Been on stage?: no.
7. Been dumped?: No. thanks erin.
8: Had someone unfaithful to you?: I dont know. (sticks tongue out)
9.Watched The Smurfs?: No.
10. Hiked a mountain?: yip
11. Made homemade cookies?: no.
12. Been in love?: in the past month have you been in love? thats an awful question to ask

more stuff
1. Are you popular?: amongst the Klan members
2. Are you pretty?: 'I'm pretty vacant
4. What is your favorite word to say: thats a stupid question
5. What is your favorite phrase to say?: Iyeah well
6. What are you doing right now?: trying and failing to study.
7. What song are you listening to?: Cory Branan.
8. What are you wearing?: a pro-kerry shirt, 501's vans

preferences
1. Cold or hot?: cold as long as Ive got someplace warm
2. Lace or satin?: lace.
3. Blue or Red?: red.
4. New or old?: old.
5. Rain or snow?: snow
6. Give or receive?: Give.
7. Wool or cotton?: wool
8. Rose or Daisy?: rose.
9. Private school or public school?: thats an awful question
10. Chocolate milk or plain milk?: plain
11. Celsius or Fahrenheit?: Farenheit.
12. Spring or Fall?:fall.
13. Inny or outty?: outie.
14. Now or then?: then.
15. How many fingers am I holding up?: enough to make me not care
16. Scent?: ham and eggs on a North of Haight morning
17. English or Math?: english.
18. Bath or shower?: shower.
19. Bedtime phrase?: im gonna o cry myself to sleep.. again... thanks erin.
20. Self-stick or lick?: masturbation?
21. Cursive or print?: print
22. Do you like surprises?: Yes. Very much so.
23. Paranoid or Cautious?: Paranoid
24. Heights or Crowds?: crowds
25. Half-full or half-empty?: half. realism assholes
26. Top or bottom?: no.
27. do you/Would you dye your hair?: yeah
28. Speeding or running red lights? NEITHER.
29. Gold or silver?: silver.
30. Bad habits?: drink tea at three
31. Piercing?: dude, i got prince albert at a 311 show... I was super fucked up it was wicked a'esome! party one fuck yeah!
33. "Maybe" or "Mebbe?": "Shut the fuck up?"
35. What do you wish you'd done?: called
36. Fetish?: 1920's
37. Do you have one of THOSE voices?: by thick, tonal and nasaly why yes i do
38. Jammies or naked?: i sleep in my jeans
39. Neurotic or psychotic?: meh
40. Do you talk to yourself?: meh
past

first grade teacher's name: how do people remember this shit
last word you said: Jesus christ, Jackson, put that away
last song you sang: When I loved her Kristofferson
what's in your cd player: Tom Waits, Real Gone

what color socks are you wearing: I'm not wearing socks.
what's under your bed: Guitar cases
what time did you wake up today: nine... i went to bed after a twenty two hour day at three
where do you want to go: as long as Im not singing whistle down the wind im happy.
what is your career going to be: failure
where are you going to live: Wherever
how many kids do you want: I don't know.
what kind of car will you have: 1998 4 runner i hate it.
current mood: awful I should be working
current music: Smith Casey - two white horses standing in a line (AKA see that my grave is kept clean)
current taste: toothpaste
current hair: conditioned
current smell: christmas tree
current longing: thanks erin
current desktop picture: EAAS.
current color of toenails: normal toenail color.
current worry: i got those worried blues and Ive got those worried blues.
current crush: what does it matter, a dream of love or a dream of lies
current hate: School

my friend made this,
http://www.geocities.com/imcraigsbitch2/jackwhite.swf