New release 2-2-05

Well my solo album is coming out in a couple of weeks 2-2-05. This sounds great and all but it only matters in this imaginary world I've created called A-attack Records, now extending it's tentacles into this uninhabited world. The connotation of the name is quite disgusting and the traffic is even bleaker than the name, but the album turns its back on all of this. It takes pieces of the most precious people in my life and paints a perfect portrait of them all, creating this one being that is my friend, thus the significance of the number two. Let’s just call him Ernie. It’s something to hold onto when I sit in my room for hours slaving over 3-9 minutes of sounds to fill the void that was born when creating the previous song. Oh this vicious cycle that is creation when I should be out celebrating life. It’s just as dangerous as consumption I figure but I pride myself on the previous. Thanks everyone... and have an early listen here at the “secret” site. I’m not sure if that makes this all the more appealing or revolting, probably the latter. http://www.johnpaulgarland.com/gravity.htm

Jp

faith

he’s just like the wind
my invisible friend
when it’s hot I am happy
when it’s cold I am not
if it’s too hot or too cold
he burns quite a lot
but you know that he’s there
never fear I’m right here

As you shake and shake...

Her words cut like terror
that’s all you can gather
even in pleasure
you still can’t get over

the sound of the glass
as it shatters the silence
and trips the switch
then the bitch starts to twitch

and these cold lifeless gasps
they seem to get louder
the darkness is coming
you better start running

the pictures hung gently
they’re darker than leather
the blood in your hair
it matches your sweater

do you have a fever
the kind where your under
the weather is laughing
the freezer wails waiting

the sparks of the sky
bring out your eyes
your just out of fuel
be kind to be cruel

I got that backwards
But let’s move on forward
Your just outta time
Your gonna be fine

The rap at the door
The slippery wood floor
The boards start to snicker
Beneath the soul of my slippers

The door hole is watching
The spot light shines empty
I can’t feel the ground
Then I turn around

She chews at my ankle
It kind of tickles
And it’s ironic too
For the month she's my food

Her eyes are so pretty
All soft from the movie
And wet teary eyed
And I can’t decide

Romance her tonight
Or have our last fight
Or sing her to sleep
She won’t thud a peep

Tomorrow we dance
The next we have sushi
The man in the moon
Helps light up the room

I’m getting tired
But it doesn’t now matter
I’m sleep deprived
So pardon the lies

The truths in the stomach
And I live deep in it
The hearts where we’re born
But not if it storms

And if it rains
And it’s your first day
The way things appear
You will die from the fear

Or slay cause you can’t
Find solace in silence
The sun never shines
In the darkness you’re fine