Avec l'amour.

Least, but not last...

cautiouslyidle@yahoo.com — Sat, 18 Jul 2009 17:43:30 GMT

So... I checked in again, and decided to write. I'm still alive! Doing very well! Long story short, I'm still playing music. I don't hate the world, and after reading all my old posts, I don't think I ever really did... It must have been a *shudder* phase. ;)

Anyway... that is all!

Good day!

Last, but not least...

cautiouslyidle@yahoo.com — Thu, 15 Dec 2005 01:38:49 GMT

...this WILL be my final LiveJournal post ever. I am not going to read anyone's page, and I will not update mine. So, thank you, it's been fun. But... fuck off.

-Derek

all by myself

cautiouslyidle@yahoo.com — Sun, 30 Oct 2005 22:59:56 GMT

today was lame.

yesterday was lame.

tomorrow is going to be lame.

and yet, life is good.

cautiouslyidle@yahoo.com — Fri, 16 Sep 2005 15:18:30 GMT

My dad fainted at work today. He's pretty sick. I don't give him too much credit most of the time, because he does a lot of weird things, but he's really wearing himself thin trying to support this family.

Lottory, here I come.

SAAAGHJUDJNGSVPL:JWGKFJNHDASBMIGJKXLXNAASDJLGNGKDFMJKLBF:HDSNGDBMFAHGSD

Self-Titled music video!!

cautiouslyidle@yahoo.com — Sat, 20 Aug 2005 04:57:53 GMT

Everyone go to http://www.noparenthesis.com/M.I.A..html and watch Self-Titled's music video for (hit song) "M.I.A."

I think it's amazing... but you be the judge.

...please comment here or IM me at AccableMonCoeur and tell me what you thought. Also, if you want to talk to Ryan, Will or Jay, ask me for their info... and if you REALLY love it... ...ask me about info for Jack, our director, and tell him what you thought.

Please, when you watch this video, pay close attention to my head, and Ryan's guitar at the end of the song... ...because I think they look really fucking rad.

-Derek

Lacking - by Derek Evry

cautiouslyidle@yahoo.com — Mon, 15 Aug 2005 06:01:24 GMT

Inspiration lacking.
Tracking tales of triumph and tribulation.
Knowing full well I have none to speak on.
Failing.
Falling ten times.
Trying.
I’m trying so hard to dwell.
Mind swells, sure enough,
And sinks deep with my heart.
I’m right.
Left hollow.
Vacantly sailing.
Trailing off on rants unwanted.
Haunted by time.
Headlines.
Deadlines.
These rhymes can’t hold up this time.
But, these pages are hungry.
Starving lines filling with vomit I’m spilling to replace the bile that coats this book of ghosts.
Can’t think.
Clouded with filth and negativity.
Forgive me if I’m speechless.
At least this speech won’t reach the streets.
But carefully, I carry this piece of mind.
So fragile and brittle.
This shant take but a little patience.
And after all this whining, I’m pining to find correct words to express what I’m thinking.
What the fuck am I thinking?
Absolutely nothing is the correct answer.
My head grows heavy.
I lose my nerves from these herbs I’ve been smoking.
After all, I’m not faking.
Taking in perfection one pill at a time.
I’m climbing mountains leading to nowhere.
Reaching the top, I look down and drown in visions.
Dividing these sights I’m providing from nothing.
These drugs are nothing but trouble.
Stop now.
Head gets hazy.
Pass out.
This sleep could save me from suffocation.
I’ve had it up to here with inspiration.
Lacking.

-Derek

Praise - by Derek Evry

cautiouslyidle@yahoo.com — Mon, 15 Aug 2005 05:46:26 GMT

Plastic praise to the plastic people. Pushing poisons like dealers, selling dreams in small cigarettes. Take it all in, one drag at a time. And if he can do it, so could I. It’s the American dream, yes it is! To pillage these souls, and rape our minds with style.

Plastic praise to the plastic people. Pushing promise like a drug. Selling self-consciences in an affordable pill. Waste and ruin lay ahead on this “perfect” road to imaginary lifestyles. There are no Kings or Queens, nor righteous royalty. These castles with white picket moats and security system guards will all crumble. As will your precious empire built on lies, consumerism, and war. Cards of convenience are waved through the air like swords of power. Cutting dragons of coin down to scraps and sorrows. And we ride around in foreign made chariots, while costs of said transport could feed families from neighboring countries that spawned these fantasies on wheels.

So, plastic praise to the plastic people! These useless, ruthless, lifeless puppets dolled up in gold paved garments, and wondrous woven cloak. Pushing poverty on those less loved by the purebred dogs in the sinful kennel.

-Derek

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!

cautiouslyidle@yahoo.com — Sun, 14 Aug 2005 15:17:01 GMT

NEW Self-Titled song!!!

http://www.purevolume.com/selftitledva

LISTEN to the new ST song, "Binary Bianca", and tell us what you think.

Email... ...comment... ...IM... Call me, shit.

-Derek

Lower

cautiouslyidle@yahoo.com — Wed, 27 Jul 2005 05:47:34 GMT

This time, I’m serious. This time, there’s no waiting for never happenings. If I say jump, you sit. If I say hide, you stay. If I say love, you scurry. Triumph over illusion is much like living through suicide… very unlikely. Do you remember when I confessed my heart’s confusion? I recall you saying something in the realm of “…if only that did it for me.” If only that didn’t hurt to no end, I wouldn’t be here feeling this.

I’m broken.

Jewel Staite can’t even fix me.

EMO!

cautiouslyidle@yahoo.com — Mon, 25 Jul 2005 16:57:50 GMT

You Are an Emo Rocker!

Expressive and deep, lyrics are really your thing.
That doesn't mean you don't rock out...
You just rock out with meaning.
For you, rock is more about connecting than grandstanding.

What Kind of Rocker Are You?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

cautiouslyidle@yahoo.com — Sun, 24 Jul 2005 19:18:50 GMT

You Are 21% American

You're as American as Key Lime Tofu Pie
Otherwise known as un-American!
You belong in Cairo or Paris...
Get out fast - before you end up in Gitmo!

How American Are You?

ST

cautiouslyidle@yahoo.com — Sun, 24 Jul 2005 17:17:14 GMT

New shows posted up on purevolume.

LOOK!!!

http://www.purevolume.com/selftitledva

WEEEEEEE!!

Fuck, yes I fucking am!

cautiouslyidle@yahoo.com — Thu, 21 Jul 2005 06:59:48 GMT

You are a Black Coffee

At your best, you are: low maintenance, friendly, and adaptable

At your worst, you are: cheap and angsty

You drink coffee when: you can get your hands on it

Your caffeine addiction level: high

What Kind of Coffee Are You?

OUCH!

cautiouslyidle@yahoo.com — Wed, 20 Jul 2005 19:15:23 GMT

Yesterday was the Self-Titled video shoot. I am so fucking sunburnt. The day was poorly planned, and very annoying. But, we did an amazing job with what we had. So, YAY!

In other news, I got heat stroke. I feel like shit today. And I'm going to tomorrow. WOO!

-Derek

Aww!!!!!!!

cautiouslyidle@yahoo.com — Wed, 20 Jul 2005 18:57:25 GMT

You Are a Boston Terrier Puppy

Aggressive, wild, and rambunctious.
Deep down, you're just a cuddle monster.

What Breed of Puppy Are You?

...and the dish ran away with my wallet!

cautiouslyidle@yahoo.com — Fri, 15 Jul 2005 18:02:45 GMT

I have just updated our Purevolume site. Two new songs are up now. "Mexico" and "Rise"

Please listen!! I want feedback, damnit!

-Derek

(http://www.purevolume.com/selftitledva)

cautiouslyidle@yahoo.com — Sun, 10 Jul 2005 13:45:17 GMT

This entry was originally meant to get a point across to someone. I think I made my point... and then some.

LOVE!

-Derek

EWWWWWWWWWWW!

cautiouslyidle@yahoo.com — Sat, 09 Jul 2005 23:43:20 GMT

Self-Titled has spent the past week recording. True, we've been on a small break due to college... ...but since everyone is back for the summer, expect a follow up to Metro in the Fall.

To listen to a new song from us, go to http://www.purevolume.com/selftitledva

It's rough, but not on the ears.

Check back to our PureVolume often for updates, and shows. Don't forget to look at our MySpace as well.

Love, Derek

Free Taco Day at the pool!

cautiouslyidle@yahoo.com — Fri, 01 Jul 2005 18:52:32 GMT

What are you running from, asshole?!

Great.

cautiouslyidle@yahoo.com — Wed, 29 Jun 2005 16:55:05 GMT

I feel like a broken parachute.

Without You

cautiouslyidle@yahoo.com — Sun, 19 Jun 2005 03:09:23 GMT

Chad left for Germany today. He came by the store... and made me make him a Caramel Frappachino. Asshole. I worked and slept all day... how dumb is that? I worked yesterday... I went to Jay's... I stayed up all night... I walked to work... I worked from 8:15am-3:26pm when I was scheduled from 9:30am-6:00pm. Oh well... Then, I went home... showered... and slept. I just woke up. Zee! Another fucking day wasted. And I have 7 missed calls... ...and that's after I plugged my phone in for the first time in almost three days... ...so, it was definitely DEAD from about 11:00am-4:00pm. I hate that. I miss Kat. I really cannot believe that we've been so distant. I try to contact her, and hang out with her for over three months... and she's too busy. I stop... and she's calling me all the time to hang out... ...and I'm too busy. At this point we've both been too busy... but I realized the other day just how much I miss her. I ran into her family on Friday, June 10... and I could not stop thinking about her after that.
*sigh*
So, Nicky and I are hanging out a little more... which is rad... ...because she's amazing, and everyone loves her. ;-) I met her friend Billy last night... I swear to you, I have not only met this kid before... ...but we were friends in another life. He looks so familiar!!! I cannot place it. Whatever. This post bores me now. I'm going back to sleep because my day is wasted... and I have five voice mails. Bye, y'all!

Boom

cautiouslyidle@yahoo.com — Sat, 04 Jun 2005 22:12:55 GMT

I've been walking through your streets,
Where all your money's earning,
Where all your building's crying
And clueless neckties working,
Revolving fake lawn houses,
Housing all your fears,
Desensitized by TV,
Overbearing advertising,
God of consumerism,
And all your crooked pictures
Looking good, mirrorism,
Filtering information,
For the public eye,
Designed for profiteering,
Your neighbor, what a guy.
Modern globalization,
Coupled with condemnations,
Unnecessary death,
Matador corporations,
Puppeting your frustrations,
With the blinded flag,
Manufacturing consent,
Is the name of the game,
The bottom line is money,
Nobody gives a fuck.
4000 hungry children leave us per hour,
From starvation,
While billions are spent on bombs,
Creating death showers.

Anarchy Camp

cautiouslyidle@yahoo.com — Mon, 30 May 2005 00:07:33 GMT

I got an invitation to go to anarchy camp
there will be twistin', fistin', biting, fighting all in an evening
the soundtrack will go multi platinum
barbecue a boca while the effigies burn
you may not wanna stay to see how we take care of a turncoat
Christina's kinda far away so come a long with me
we can dance and trip and be anarchists
we gotta get the manual and put it in the oven 'til it cooks
then we're gonna take the ashes to the wassail
and use them to spike the punch

rules of anarchy camp: reckless abandonment, random acts of dumbness will be rewarded
if you see somebody taking charge, you'll be expected to beat them
cuz everyone who's no one, will be participating
no one who is someone, will ever get to know the joys of anarchism, destruction of the system

so come along with us salad days and nights on the anarchaic bus
we're gonna pick up indigents and crusties and a half a dozen nuts
and we're never coming home

underwater basket-weaving (we got some arts and crafts)
meth-amphetamine symposiums (they last a couple days)
african killer spelling bees (you better get it right)
bowling in ice hockey rinks (of course checking is allowed)
anarchy camp's never inert (you think we dont know that it's)
not much fun 'til someone gets hurt (our only motto)
so we're greasing up the rusty vert ramp
time to make some reservations for next years anarchy camp

Lower

cautiouslyidle@yahoo.com — Sun, 29 May 2005 23:03:40 GMT

I will never feel the ribbon break
I will never taste sweet victory
I don't want to leave the rest behind
I don't want inscription on a plaque

Never first or second place
I won't ever run your rat race
I will always be lower than you
I won't be your competition, lowest
Totem pole possition is where I'd rather
Stay than be like you.

I don't feel the animal instinct
I am not on the top of the food chain
The only battle I will fiercely fight
Is one that hibernates inside my head

Be the best, climb the ladder
Do it better, higher, faster
I refuse to participate
If I go up it will be slow
Im bringing everyone I know
Stopping on the sixth or seventh rung

On a pedestal, isn't the view great
You better watch your step, cause it's nasty fall
When there's no one to catch you when you call

Not About Love

cautiouslyidle@yahoo.com — Sat, 21 May 2005 19:48:55 GMT

The early cars already are drawing deep breaths past my door. And last night's phrases, sick with lack of basis, are still arriving on my floor. And it doesn't seem fair that your wicked words should work in holding me down. No, it doesn't seem right to take information given at close range for the gag, and the bind, and the ammunition round. Conversation once colored by esteem became dialogue as a diagram of a play for blood. Took a vacation, my palate got clean. Now I could taste your agenda while you spitting your cud. And it doesn't make sense, I should fall for the kingcraft of a meritless crown. No, it doesn't seem right to take information given at close range for the gag, and the bind, and the ammunition round.