el alba de nuestro segundo término..

Welcome to rdfx nation.

Four years. It has been exactly four years since our modest troupe has begun to expand upon the ears of the willing. Coincidentally, four years ago we were on the eve of another presidential election. And while much has changed for the better at Camp Radfax...can the same be said for everything else?

The VP debates last night answered that question for me, at least.

Only fitting, then, that our first post shares the lyrics to our first song written together as a band. Written exactly...four years ago. The lyrics speak for themselves.

-matt

earnest. (walsh.gafaffa/2004)
in the end all our bones will be bleached
by the absence of blood in our arteries.
pay us well and we wont mind
about the fact that we're losing our minds
over credit cards and not each other;
you don't know your mom, but you know her number.
we'll look down from far above
and regret the loves we forgot to love.
all across this land, i see nothing;
it's all, it's all been done, it's all been done before.
we're all the same as the bishops and rooks,
just taking up pages in the history books
like any burning rome;
or any falling king;
or any stubborn winter not moving for spring..

So!
Bide your time with your money and your hate
learn new ways to kill a man, and fuck on the first date.
Spend wisely on things that you know you don't need
You know that you're alive..but are you sure if you bleed?

do as you will! do as you please!
live your life in prison, or
live your life free.
live in fear of who will tend
to your fields when this all ends..
so why bother to try and create,
when it's much more fun to masturbate?
take a bow and enjoy the pleasure
about the fact that you wont be remembered.
all of this land; all of this hate; all of these men trying to blow the world away..
they disappear (or so it seems!)
when something better is on the tv screen
watching the channels we never falter:
the media, our gods! the tv, the altar!