It's been a while, but we ain't dead yet.
New music is coming I swear and it will make our best old stuff sound like shit.
Sean's starting to write, the quality of my stuff is getting better and Allen's lyrics are dead on. All that is left to do is get down to it, focus and rehearse.
The new songs coming up are:
Helpless
Hero out of Time
It goes on
The King
Blood of Heroes
I'm also working on a rewrite of a song from a while ago written by Melissa. The original working title was "Cold Winter's Night" but that will change once the song becomes clear.
- Eric
Friday, June 11, 2010
Saturday, August 15, 2009
August 20th Show
Hey,
If you follow us at all you know we have a show coming up this Thursday August 20th!
Our definite set list is:
Angel of Fire
Sleeping Awake
One of Us
Mr. Motherfucker
Porcelain Face
Fratricide
Forgotten
Judgment Day
The Steel
The Dead Live On (Envious)
So come out and enjoy!
- Eric
If you follow us at all you know we have a show coming up this Thursday August 20th!
Our definite set list is:
Angel of Fire
Sleeping Awake
One of Us
Mr. Motherfucker
Porcelain Face
Fratricide
Forgotten
Judgment Day
The Steel
The Dead Live On (Envious)
So come out and enjoy!
- Eric
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Where the songs come from PT 3
The damned:
I was messing around with the riff for a while I couldn't figure out how to end it. Mike (our original guitarist) kept it nice and simple and that was how we went about it. I also wrote the lyrics for this one. Tim had entitled it "Ramen Noodles" which was supposed to be a song about the college experience. When Tim left I decided I wanted the words to be more about my college experience. I was listening to Manowar one day while walking down the halls at Manhattanville the song was actually "Dawn of Battle". I hated college and I used to put that song on to drown out the mass of idiocy that I thought flooded the hallways and saturated the air. If you need further explaining, get the song, put it on and walk through a place you hate.
I am the one
the one in your head
telling you to kill
I am the gun
the gun in your hand
whoa its such a thrill
"Whoa its such a thrill"... wtf? This line is actually a tribute to the W.A.S.P. album "Dying for the World"
Take the knife
give it a twist
unless you wanna
slit your wrists
you don't know who
or what I am
now your just
one of the damned
This chorus is basically my attitude towards a lot of the bleeding hearts who lurk in colleges. The ones who tell you that the soldiers fighting to keep them free are somehow robbing them of their civil rights. My attitude towards them is: If you don't support the war, at the very least support the troops. If you don't support the troops (regardless of their mission) kill yourself.
I am the dark
I am the storm
Demon Prince of Hell
I’ll take you down
Down to my home
I'll ring your mourning bell
I think the "I am the dark, I am the storm" is just really because those are things that people are afraid of. And then we have the AC/DC and GNR tribute with Hell and Bell (Hells Bells) and I'll take you down for "Paradise City" which is also funny because its the opposite of paradise and therefore transcends things all the way through the bible to Genesis which is the beginning and therefore we as human beings are the damned (Holy shit! Blame Owen just got all deep on your ass)
Then we have the final chorus:
Take the gun
Give it a spin
One shot to kill
One shot to win
Now you know
Who I am
Prince of Darkness
King of the Damned
Pretty badass! I mean, take the gun, give it a spin. That's a reference to playing Russian Roulette, but it also says to us that a person is the one who makes bad decisions, not society. When you do something dumb and die it's your own fault.
One shot to kill, one shot to win: My favorite lyric! AND I WROTE IT!!!!!
And then the narrator reveals himself to us.
This all happens in about 1:30.
I was messing around with the riff for a while I couldn't figure out how to end it. Mike (our original guitarist) kept it nice and simple and that was how we went about it. I also wrote the lyrics for this one. Tim had entitled it "Ramen Noodles" which was supposed to be a song about the college experience. When Tim left I decided I wanted the words to be more about my college experience. I was listening to Manowar one day while walking down the halls at Manhattanville the song was actually "Dawn of Battle". I hated college and I used to put that song on to drown out the mass of idiocy that I thought flooded the hallways and saturated the air. If you need further explaining, get the song, put it on and walk through a place you hate.
I am the one
the one in your head
telling you to kill
I am the gun
the gun in your hand
whoa its such a thrill
"Whoa its such a thrill"... wtf? This line is actually a tribute to the W.A.S.P. album "Dying for the World"
Take the knife
give it a twist
unless you wanna
slit your wrists
you don't know who
or what I am
now your just
one of the damned
This chorus is basically my attitude towards a lot of the bleeding hearts who lurk in colleges. The ones who tell you that the soldiers fighting to keep them free are somehow robbing them of their civil rights. My attitude towards them is: If you don't support the war, at the very least support the troops. If you don't support the troops (regardless of their mission) kill yourself.
I am the dark
I am the storm
Demon Prince of Hell
I’ll take you down
Down to my home
I'll ring your mourning bell
I think the "I am the dark, I am the storm" is just really because those are things that people are afraid of. And then we have the AC/DC and GNR tribute with Hell and Bell (Hells Bells) and I'll take you down for "Paradise City" which is also funny because its the opposite of paradise and therefore transcends things all the way through the bible to Genesis which is the beginning and therefore we as human beings are the damned (Holy shit! Blame Owen just got all deep on your ass)
Then we have the final chorus:
Take the gun
Give it a spin
One shot to kill
One shot to win
Now you know
Who I am
Prince of Darkness
King of the Damned
Pretty badass! I mean, take the gun, give it a spin. That's a reference to playing Russian Roulette, but it also says to us that a person is the one who makes bad decisions, not society. When you do something dumb and die it's your own fault.
One shot to kill, one shot to win: My favorite lyric! AND I WROTE IT!!!!!
And then the narrator reveals himself to us.
This all happens in about 1:30.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Where the words came from, Pt ???
Greetings,
This is James, vocals, and I am going to totally rip off Eric and tell a little story about some of the lyrics to our songs. I can be a bit wordy, but I'm going to do my best to really get inside my own mind and relate the places where these words came from. First up: Porcelain Face, Never Coming Back, and Seeing In The Darkness. After my ramblings, the lyrics will be posted. If there is any request for lyrics, songs, etc...leave a comment or let us know on Twitter, which is www.Twitter.com/BlameOwen. So, Grab a beer and enjoy!
Porcelain Face
The lyrics for this song came about from one word, ossuary. I was in a religion class and the prof., a Jesuit priest, was explaining how in Jesus' time, there was only one burial place. It was a slab of stone for the dead body, and a box to place the bones in when someone else died. So the chorus is about seeing someone shatter and then placing their bones in a box. The verses are about slowly going insane, and seeing that the person who is shattering is yourself.
Never Coming Back
This song is about a plane crash! Yes, it really is. When I wrote the lyrics I was just starting to get sucked into the mythology of Lost, and that was the basis of the direction I was going in. Then, I was stuck on a line from a song, "Rusty casket, empty funeral." That's where the second verse came from. The other verses come from feeling the despair of the reality that they were never coming back.
Seeing In the Darkness
The current lyrics are acutally the second version of this song. The original lyrics were kind of cool with a realllly lame chorus. I was obssesed with contraditions at the time and it was about the living die no more, and the blind see no more, not good. So I changed the chorus, and then just rewrote the whole thing.
This song actually ties into the first song I ever wrote, back when I was 15. It was called "Kill Me If I Say Please?" The song is fucked up, basically me seeing my own death, but I really liked the idea of someone saying kill me, please. That line became the basis of the chorus. The verses came from me listening to Mudvayne's "World So Cold" a lot, and writing down what I felt after.
So, there are the first three of the songs, many more to come! As promised, here are the lyircs:
Porcelain Face
Staring at your porcelain face
So pristine and beautiful
But this is really not your place
Bow down and be dutytiful
Watching as your porcelain face
Shatters it's not that scary
Now its time to know your place
Put you in the ossuary
You try so hard to be perfect
But you failed and now I am right
Staring at your porcelain face
So pristine and beautiful
But this is really not your place
Bow down and be dutytiful
Watching as your porcelain face
Shatters it's not that scary
Now its time to know your place
Put you in the ossuary
It's so easy to end it all
Slit your wrists and take the fall
Staring at your porcelain face
So pristine and beautiful
But this is really not your place
Bow down and be dutytiful
Watching as your porcelain face
Shatters it's not that scary
Now its time to know your place
Put you in the ossuary
I Am not sane My heads not right
No jail, no locks, two words: bone box
Staring at my porcelain face
So pristine and beautiful
But this is really not my place to
Bow down and be dutytiful
Watching as my porcelain face
Shatters it's Oh so scary
Now its time to know my place
Put me in the ossuary
There is a war inside my head
Who will win it won't be pretty
Now I am stone cold dead
Man, it feels pretty shitty
No more pain my fucked up head
No more chains, no more locks
No more feeling in my life
My life is the bone box
Never Coming Back
727 plane went down
1300 hours it hit the ground
Bones broken, blood splattered
But still we live on
Please help us we’re not faking
Please help us, we want to live
We’ve given all we have to give
They buried empty coffins
Tears now flow more often
We’ve All but been forgotten
But We’re still alive!
Why did this happen to us?
Please help us we survived
Please help us we’re alive
Never coming back (x4)
Take this life
I don’t need it anyway
It’s fucked up
Can you please make it go away
We’ve lost the will to live
Now we know the chilling fact
We’re never coming back
Seeing In The Darkness
Don’t run and hide
Face the knowledge inside
Safe, calm and lightless
Seeing the Darkness
Would you kill me if I said Please?
Will you put me down on my knees
Blow my brains, out the back of my head
Make me lifeless, Make me dead
Send me to that place so calm and lifeless
Send me home, Seeing in the Darkness
The dream is dead
Blood pours from my head
There is no silence
There’s only violence
Would you kill me if I said Please?
Will you put me down on my knees
Blow my brains, out the back of my head
Make me lifeless, Make me dead
Send me to that place so calm and lifeless
Send me home, Seeing in the Darkness
Please use the gun
Please use just one
Please make it quick
PLEASE!
Would you kill me if I said Please?
Will you put me down on my knees
Blow my brains, out the back of my head
Make me lifeless, Make me dead
Send me to that place so calm and lifeless
Send me home, Seeing in the Darkness
This is James, vocals, and I am going to totally rip off Eric and tell a little story about some of the lyrics to our songs. I can be a bit wordy, but I'm going to do my best to really get inside my own mind and relate the places where these words came from. First up: Porcelain Face, Never Coming Back, and Seeing In The Darkness. After my ramblings, the lyrics will be posted. If there is any request for lyrics, songs, etc...leave a comment or let us know on Twitter, which is www.Twitter.com/BlameOwen. So, Grab a beer and enjoy!
Porcelain Face
The lyrics for this song came about from one word, ossuary. I was in a religion class and the prof., a Jesuit priest, was explaining how in Jesus' time, there was only one burial place. It was a slab of stone for the dead body, and a box to place the bones in when someone else died. So the chorus is about seeing someone shatter and then placing their bones in a box. The verses are about slowly going insane, and seeing that the person who is shattering is yourself.
Never Coming Back
This song is about a plane crash! Yes, it really is. When I wrote the lyrics I was just starting to get sucked into the mythology of Lost, and that was the basis of the direction I was going in. Then, I was stuck on a line from a song, "Rusty casket, empty funeral." That's where the second verse came from. The other verses come from feeling the despair of the reality that they were never coming back.
Seeing In the Darkness
The current lyrics are acutally the second version of this song. The original lyrics were kind of cool with a realllly lame chorus. I was obssesed with contraditions at the time and it was about the living die no more, and the blind see no more, not good. So I changed the chorus, and then just rewrote the whole thing.
This song actually ties into the first song I ever wrote, back when I was 15. It was called "Kill Me If I Say Please?" The song is fucked up, basically me seeing my own death, but I really liked the idea of someone saying kill me, please. That line became the basis of the chorus. The verses came from me listening to Mudvayne's "World So Cold" a lot, and writing down what I felt after.
So, there are the first three of the songs, many more to come! As promised, here are the lyircs:
Porcelain Face
Staring at your porcelain face
So pristine and beautiful
But this is really not your place
Bow down and be dutytiful
Watching as your porcelain face
Shatters it's not that scary
Now its time to know your place
Put you in the ossuary
You try so hard to be perfect
But you failed and now I am right
Staring at your porcelain face
So pristine and beautiful
But this is really not your place
Bow down and be dutytiful
Watching as your porcelain face
Shatters it's not that scary
Now its time to know your place
Put you in the ossuary
It's so easy to end it all
Slit your wrists and take the fall
Staring at your porcelain face
So pristine and beautiful
But this is really not your place
Bow down and be dutytiful
Watching as your porcelain face
Shatters it's not that scary
Now its time to know your place
Put you in the ossuary
I Am not sane My heads not right
No jail, no locks, two words: bone box
Staring at my porcelain face
So pristine and beautiful
But this is really not my place to
Bow down and be dutytiful
Watching as my porcelain face
Shatters it's Oh so scary
Now its time to know my place
Put me in the ossuary
There is a war inside my head
Who will win it won't be pretty
Now I am stone cold dead
Man, it feels pretty shitty
No more pain my fucked up head
No more chains, no more locks
No more feeling in my life
My life is the bone box
Never Coming Back
727 plane went down
1300 hours it hit the ground
Bones broken, blood splattered
But still we live on
Please help us we’re not faking
Please help us, we want to live
We’ve given all we have to give
They buried empty coffins
Tears now flow more often
We’ve All but been forgotten
But We’re still alive!
Why did this happen to us?
Please help us we survived
Please help us we’re alive
Never coming back (x4)
Take this life
I don’t need it anyway
It’s fucked up
Can you please make it go away
We’ve lost the will to live
Now we know the chilling fact
We’re never coming back
Seeing In The Darkness
Don’t run and hide
Face the knowledge inside
Safe, calm and lightless
Seeing the Darkness
Would you kill me if I said Please?
Will you put me down on my knees
Blow my brains, out the back of my head
Make me lifeless, Make me dead
Send me to that place so calm and lifeless
Send me home, Seeing in the Darkness
The dream is dead
Blood pours from my head
There is no silence
There’s only violence
Would you kill me if I said Please?
Will you put me down on my knees
Blow my brains, out the back of my head
Make me lifeless, Make me dead
Send me to that place so calm and lifeless
Send me home, Seeing in the Darkness
Please use the gun
Please use just one
Please make it quick
PLEASE!
Would you kill me if I said Please?
Will you put me down on my knees
Blow my brains, out the back of my head
Make me lifeless, Make me dead
Send me to that place so calm and lifeless
Send me home, Seeing in the Darkness
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Possible Set List For Next Show
Angel of Fire
Sleeping Awake
One of Us
Mr. Motherfucker
Porcelain Face
Forgotten
Judgment Day
The Steel
Roses
The Dead Live On (Envious)
Sleeping Awake
One of Us
Mr. Motherfucker
Porcelain Face
Forgotten
Judgment Day
The Steel
Roses
The Dead Live On (Envious)
Awesome Local Band
Hey everybody!
I figure that instead of a Blame Owen update I'd give a shout out to an awesome local band, maybe put up a video or two I'll see as I go along.
NO REMISSION:
Probably the best local act I've seen. High energy, complex arrangement meet in a whirlwind of musical anarchy to create a unique atmosphere; one that I would assume a Wyoming farmer experiences as a class F5 tornado rips through his home.
Will, and Kurt are probably two of the most talented guitarists I've seen/heard. Dan and Greg are one of the best rhythm sections I have seen locally in a long time and they have great fan support. These things together make for one hell of a show.
If you get a chance, go see them now for the $10 cover charge at Mr. D's or one of the other bars.
Their album will be coming out soon and I for one am looking forward to it.
Guys, if you read this... Finish it already!
I figure that instead of a Blame Owen update I'd give a shout out to an awesome local band, maybe put up a video or two I'll see as I go along.
NO REMISSION:
Probably the best local act I've seen. High energy, complex arrangement meet in a whirlwind of musical anarchy to create a unique atmosphere; one that I would assume a Wyoming farmer experiences as a class F5 tornado rips through his home.
Will, and Kurt are probably two of the most talented guitarists I've seen/heard. Dan and Greg are one of the best rhythm sections I have seen locally in a long time and they have great fan support. These things together make for one hell of a show.
If you get a chance, go see them now for the $10 cover charge at Mr. D's or one of the other bars.
Their album will be coming out soon and I for one am looking forward to it.
Guys, if you read this... Finish it already!
Monday, July 27, 2009
"The Dead Live On, Envious"
In the veil of darkness
Your life is over
Our time is done
And all I left you
Is a loaded gun
The dead live on
Envious
Of the life that I have
Of the life they miss
Run, Run far away
From the hell
I have to pay
With your death on my hands
You will never understand
The night I killed you
Blew your head in half
The ground soaked the blood
In revenge, I Laugh
Now I Run, Run far away
From the hell
I have to pay
With your death on my hands
I can not understand
Now my life is fucked
Thin air I fought
I know you're still here
And it's me you haunt
Run, Run far away
From the hell
I have to pay
With my death on my hands
Now I can understand
My soul is free
Death has come over me
The Dead Live On
Envious
Of the life I had
The life I miss
- James Allen
In a driving rain
I took your life
I took your pain
I took your life
I took your pain
Your life is over
Our time is done
And all I left you
Is a loaded gun
The dead live on
Envious
Of the life that I have
Of the life they miss
The story of us is fucked
A tale so tragic
The night I saw you
It tore the fabric
A tale so tragic
The night I saw you
It tore the fabric
I knew, right then and there
You weren't the one
I had to end your life
With a loaded gun
You weren't the one
I had to end your life
With a loaded gun
Run, Run far away
From the hell
I have to pay
With your death on my hands
You will never understand
The night I killed you
Blew your head in half
The ground soaked the blood
In revenge, I Laugh
Buried your body
Six feet deep
Put your blood in a vial
In peace I sleep
Six feet deep
Put your blood in a vial
In peace I sleep
Now I Run, Run far away
From the hell
I have to pay
With your death on my hands
I can not understand
Now my life is fucked
Thin air I fought
I know you're still here
And it's me you haunt
I can't take this
I can't be the one
You will kill me
My life is done
I can't be the one
You will kill me
My life is done
Run, Run far away
From the hell
I have to pay
With my death on my hands
Now I can understand
Run, Run Far Away
Now I have
My hell to pay
With our deaths on my hands
Finally I understand
My body coldNow I have
My hell to pay
With our deaths on my hands
Finally I understand
My soul is free
Death has come over me
The Dead Live On
Envious
Of the life I had
The life I miss
- James Allen
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