Alkaline Trio et al

Posted: February 24, 2009 in Uncategorized

Last night I caught the Alkaline Trio/Rival Schools/Saves The Day/The Subways side show at The Hi Fi Bar in Melbourne. All the bands are here for Friday’s Soundwave Festival. What a brilliant show! The Subways and Saves the Day were fun, but then Rival Schools were a cut above, such a good band, and Alkaline Trio were flat out amazing. Although I was disappointed they didn’t play “Radio”, they played just about everything else I could have asked for. The set finished with “This Could Be Love”, which got an amazing reaction. Here’s some crappy phone pics:

Saves The Day

Rival Schools

Alkaline Trio

I’ve got a book of matches
I’ve got a can of kerosene
I’ve got some bad ideas involving you and me
I don’t blame you for walking away
I touched myself with thoughts of flames
I shat the bed and laid there in it
Thinking of you wide awake for days
Wide awake for days

And I found you tongue-tied in my twisted little brain
You couldn’t crack a smile
I didn’t catch your name
I don’t blame you for walking away
I’d do the same if I saw me
I swear it’s not contagious
In four short steps we can erase this

Step one — slit my throat
Step two — play in my blood
Step three — cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
Step four — stop off at Edgebrook Creek and rinse your crimson hands
You took me hostage and made your demands
I couldn’t meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one

I’m like a broken record
I’ve got a needle scratching me
It injects the poison of alcohol I.V.
I don’t blame you for walking away
I’d do the same if I saw me
I swear it’s not contagious
I swear to God it’s not contagious

Step one — slit my throat
Step two — play in my blood
Step three — cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
Step four — stop at Lake Michigan and rinse your crimson hands
You took me hostage and made your demands
I couldn’t meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one

This could be love – love for fire
This could be love – love for fire
This could be love – love for fire
This could be love for fire forevermore

Step one — slit my throat
Step two — play in my blood
Step three — cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house
Step four — stop at Berkeley Marina and rinse your crimson hands
You took me hostage and made your demands
I couldn’t meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one
One by one

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s