12:03
09-07-2004, 04:29 PM
I have been 12:03 since 2001.
12:03 was a representation of my 2 older brothers that died in a car accident.
Steps Ascending is a representation of all the love lost, all the friends and family who have died, and all the tragedy in my life. Theres lots of it. Yes it is the name of a Thursday song, and you bitches can make fun if you want, cause you would never understand.
"Steps Ascend to a loaded gun, the scent of matches hangs in the air, a lit one flickers out in a heartbeat. They dont want to see it, the flash of light thats letting go: empty bullet case, by the time it hits the ground - its out of reach.
Freeze the frame between the gunshot and the hole it makes: a spinning bullet hangs in the middle. There's no way to stop it, it will surely hit the mark. You can try to understand but Im giving up.
This should always stay out of reach. The walls are closing in there's no room left to make amends but do you remember when we'd fly that kite so high?
ALL THE TIME WE'VE WASTED; SPENT FIGHTING; WILL BURN IN THE FIRE OF OUR REGRETS, all the time weve wasted spent fighting, is blood, and its running down the stairs...
I ran down the stairs and into the garden put both my hands into the soil, in the spring, you will bloom like her heart through the blouse in the back of the ambulance. As it turned and turned down the street, one more turn wont you come back to me. As it turned on its red lights you were turning into red roses. But IM NOT GIVING UP."
listen to 30 seconds of it here: http://www.islandrecords.com/thursday/assets/popups/playaudio.las?id=5537553579
12:03 was a representation of my 2 older brothers that died in a car accident.
Steps Ascending is a representation of all the love lost, all the friends and family who have died, and all the tragedy in my life. Theres lots of it. Yes it is the name of a Thursday song, and you bitches can make fun if you want, cause you would never understand.
"Steps Ascend to a loaded gun, the scent of matches hangs in the air, a lit one flickers out in a heartbeat. They dont want to see it, the flash of light thats letting go: empty bullet case, by the time it hits the ground - its out of reach.
Freeze the frame between the gunshot and the hole it makes: a spinning bullet hangs in the middle. There's no way to stop it, it will surely hit the mark. You can try to understand but Im giving up.
This should always stay out of reach. The walls are closing in there's no room left to make amends but do you remember when we'd fly that kite so high?
ALL THE TIME WE'VE WASTED; SPENT FIGHTING; WILL BURN IN THE FIRE OF OUR REGRETS, all the time weve wasted spent fighting, is blood, and its running down the stairs...
I ran down the stairs and into the garden put both my hands into the soil, in the spring, you will bloom like her heart through the blouse in the back of the ambulance. As it turned and turned down the street, one more turn wont you come back to me. As it turned on its red lights you were turning into red roses. But IM NOT GIVING UP."
listen to 30 seconds of it here: http://www.islandrecords.com/thursday/assets/popups/playaudio.las?id=5537553579