Procrastination devices #43
Shiraz.
Bold tannic structure. Long, complex finish.
Saturday, June 06, 2009
Shiraz.
Thursday, June 04, 2009
one wet note
You've got to stop thinking there's just right and wrong
You know there's more here -
Than just coffee and tea
Pick up the anchor
damn you've got a ship to move
But there's no sea here
There's also no such thing as a physical mood
You know water? All right
It quenches more than love will ever do to thirst
But I'd love to watch it clean a bleeding heart stained shirt
I'm caught here
I'm tied
I'm tired of trying to find things to think about
I'm mentally exhausted from not knowing where I stand
When I let you know I'm nothing I thought you'd understand
It's like trying to make the sun move on
I'm sure there's other worlds that need your heat like me
I loved the way you let me float around
As you turned a blind eye to the other fish in the sea
move on
If you want to be happy in the long run
You'll forget I was ever here
xo
your fish
You know there's more here -
Than just coffee and tea
Pick up the anchor
damn you've got a ship to move
But there's no sea here
There's also no such thing as a physical mood
You know water? All right
It quenches more than love will ever do to thirst
But I'd love to watch it clean a bleeding heart stained shirt
I'm caught here
I'm tied
I'm tired of trying to find things to think about
I'm mentally exhausted from not knowing where I stand
When I let you know I'm nothing I thought you'd understand
It's like trying to make the sun move on
I'm sure there's other worlds that need your heat like me
I loved the way you let me float around
As you turned a blind eye to the other fish in the sea
move on
If you want to be happy in the long run
You'll forget I was ever here
xo
your fish
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
It's only a matter of time
The sun will expand 'til it collapses on itself
Pulling all of us in then recreating everything
The frozen ice will melt flooding all the world within
Then evaporate, leaving fish drowning in the wind
It's only a matter of time
It's only a matter of time
Every single one of you is going to die
The end is fucking nigh
A meteor will hit us and the cockroaches will win
Then evolve until they're talking shit and buying everything
Then the aliens invade, doing alien type things
Manipulating minds to a species suicide
It's only a matter of time
It's only a matter of time
You my friend are going to die before it is your time
The end is fucking nigh
Silent epidemics infecting all thats living
Until all of us are sterile and incapable of breading
The stress of working every day and the fear of living alone
Starts two world wars, one with bombs, the last with sticks and stones
It's only a matter of time
It's only a matter of time
You and you and you and you and you are going to die
The end is fucking nigh
Jesus gonna come down and decide who's good to go
And the rest of us will be stuck here in a soundless lightless show
Where we'll burn within the rivers and gnash our gums and bleed
'Cos we lived short lives as sinners, now we'll burn for eternity
It's only a matter of time
Pulling all of us in then recreating everything
The frozen ice will melt flooding all the world within
Then evaporate, leaving fish drowning in the wind
It's only a matter of time
It's only a matter of time
Every single one of you is going to die
The end is fucking nigh
A meteor will hit us and the cockroaches will win
Then evolve until they're talking shit and buying everything
Then the aliens invade, doing alien type things
Manipulating minds to a species suicide
It's only a matter of time
It's only a matter of time
You my friend are going to die before it is your time
The end is fucking nigh
Silent epidemics infecting all thats living
Until all of us are sterile and incapable of breading
The stress of working every day and the fear of living alone
Starts two world wars, one with bombs, the last with sticks and stones
It's only a matter of time
It's only a matter of time
You and you and you and you and you are going to die
The end is fucking nigh
Jesus gonna come down and decide who's good to go
And the rest of us will be stuck here in a soundless lightless show
Where we'll burn within the rivers and gnash our gums and bleed
'Cos we lived short lives as sinners, now we'll burn for eternity
It's only a matter of time
Friday, March 06, 2009
Friends - they come and they go
I have no purpose for writing this blog, I just felt like writing. I don't want to be thought of as a babbling kind of guy, so unless you're bored and feel like reading thought patterns - go ahead.
These are things I've noticed a lot lately:
I don't like writing metaphorical things, I like solid stuff. I shall make... a story.
In High School there was a guy called... Big Toe. He had potential to be quite a smart guy, but the temptation of being cool was way too strong for him, so he smoked a lot of weed and went to a lot of parties where he pretended to be really drunk most of the time.
This got quite boring so one day he and a friend ventured down to the local pub and just walked around the outside. The back door was unlocked, and within arms reach was every kind of bottle of booze you can imagine. Refrigerated.
There was about five seconds of hesitation before one of them grabbed a bottle and they ran to the oval under a tree. Johnny Walker, Red Label. Bottoms up, they skulled a few mouthfulls of it and then smashed it against a piece of concrete.
They went and got more.
And more.
And even more. This cannot be overexaggurated.
There was one moment where one of the friends was holding four Strongbows upside down, pouring it into the other's mouth. The next half an hour included a lot of throwing up and a bit of passing out. Feeling invincible and drunk at about 3pm, they both ran through the car park. One of them got hold of
1. A fire hydrant
2. A tank of oil
3. Matches
The fire hydrant activated by one of them created massive puffs of white clouds, while within the fog the other was busy lighting matches and dropping it into the large canister.
There was blackness. Then there was dizziness. Then there were two people dropping matches into the canister. The oil being handled by the two teenagers got spilled all over the place.
Then there was more blackness. More dizziness. Then there were three large men running towards these two boys. Within the blackness one of the boys noticed the other was being held up by the neck while he was being screamed at.
They were fucked. Thievery, underage alcohol consumption, vandalism. What else. In his finest moment of wisdom the raised throttled friend extended his number 1 finger and pointed his arm west. Through a strained, choked voice he managed to gasp out the words
"They went that way"
Instantly he was dropped to the ground. From criminals to victims in four words and one instant.
"Show us"
The two teenagers were too drunk to walk straight. From an outsiders point of view it seemed like they had been too beaten and terrorised to walk straight. Big Toe got on his bike. Big Toe then got off his bike. Drunk riding is infinetly harder than it sounds, especially when you're that blind.
The two boys led them to a nearby Primary School where their beloved past teachers were finishing their day. The boys were now circled by pissed off car owners and their previous teachers.
The car owners recounted the almost unbelievable story about how these two boys were terrorised by older boys, forced to drink alcohol, beaten up then almost lit on fire. The boys said they just wanted to go home, and also wished to remain anonymous.
Upon getting home and showering, that night Big Toe, now coming down badly from being extremely drunk, sat in the lounge room with his family. GWN news came on.
"Tonight hear about how today, two boys who wish to remain anonymous were terrorised, forced to drink and almost lit on fire"
Big Toe's parents were disgusted. How could anyone do such a thing? In their own home town? Imagine that these criminals are still on the loose, free to subject poor innocent people to these things. What kind of maniacs live in this town?
Big Toe retired to bed, and didn't sleep for weeks.
These are things I've noticed a lot lately:
- Timing is everything (EVERYTHING).
- Information is something that continually changes, so even if you knew everything, you'd only know it for the slightest of moments until you know nothing again.
- Nothing really changes, only relationships, locations and situations.
- People can change. They generally don't though.
- Goats are evil - have you SEEN their eyes? little rectangular pupil freaks.
- You can depend on people, just don't... depend on them and you'll be a lot happier.
I don't like writing metaphorical things, I like solid stuff. I shall make... a story.
In High School there was a guy called... Big Toe. He had potential to be quite a smart guy, but the temptation of being cool was way too strong for him, so he smoked a lot of weed and went to a lot of parties where he pretended to be really drunk most of the time.
This got quite boring so one day he and a friend ventured down to the local pub and just walked around the outside. The back door was unlocked, and within arms reach was every kind of bottle of booze you can imagine. Refrigerated.
There was about five seconds of hesitation before one of them grabbed a bottle and they ran to the oval under a tree. Johnny Walker, Red Label. Bottoms up, they skulled a few mouthfulls of it and then smashed it against a piece of concrete.
They went and got more.
And more.
And even more. This cannot be overexaggurated.
There was one moment where one of the friends was holding four Strongbows upside down, pouring it into the other's mouth. The next half an hour included a lot of throwing up and a bit of passing out. Feeling invincible and drunk at about 3pm, they both ran through the car park. One of them got hold of
1. A fire hydrant
2. A tank of oil
3. Matches
The fire hydrant activated by one of them created massive puffs of white clouds, while within the fog the other was busy lighting matches and dropping it into the large canister.
There was blackness. Then there was dizziness. Then there were two people dropping matches into the canister. The oil being handled by the two teenagers got spilled all over the place.
Then there was more blackness. More dizziness. Then there were three large men running towards these two boys. Within the blackness one of the boys noticed the other was being held up by the neck while he was being screamed at.
They were fucked. Thievery, underage alcohol consumption, vandalism. What else. In his finest moment of wisdom the raised throttled friend extended his number 1 finger and pointed his arm west. Through a strained, choked voice he managed to gasp out the words
"They went that way"
Instantly he was dropped to the ground. From criminals to victims in four words and one instant.
"Show us"
The two teenagers were too drunk to walk straight. From an outsiders point of view it seemed like they had been too beaten and terrorised to walk straight. Big Toe got on his bike. Big Toe then got off his bike. Drunk riding is infinetly harder than it sounds, especially when you're that blind.
The two boys led them to a nearby Primary School where their beloved past teachers were finishing their day. The boys were now circled by pissed off car owners and their previous teachers.
The car owners recounted the almost unbelievable story about how these two boys were terrorised by older boys, forced to drink alcohol, beaten up then almost lit on fire. The boys said they just wanted to go home, and also wished to remain anonymous.
Upon getting home and showering, that night Big Toe, now coming down badly from being extremely drunk, sat in the lounge room with his family. GWN news came on.
"Tonight hear about how today, two boys who wish to remain anonymous were terrorised, forced to drink and almost lit on fire"
Big Toe's parents were disgusted. How could anyone do such a thing? In their own home town? Imagine that these criminals are still on the loose, free to subject poor innocent people to these things. What kind of maniacs live in this town?
Big Toe retired to bed, and didn't sleep for weeks.
Monday, February 16, 2009
you know you're old when...
you start asking younger people how old they think you are.
Sam and I laugh. We're drunk, but not that drunk.
I went down south with Sam, my buddy from way back. We go to this pub where there is a terrible band, two fat guys playing electric guitars to a drum machine controlled by a laptop. The laptop crashed so they were just two fat guys with electric guitars. The lead singer had one of those wanky wireless mics that you attach to your head.
Anyways.
We sit down and take this lady's table, and we offer her a seat. This is the kind of humour you can expect around Shaun and Sam. After a bit of small talk Sam asks 'Did you get any romance today?', being Valentines Day, this is quite a valid question. Turns out she did. She tells us about the gold ring she got, with the dress that she wanted so badly, and also white and orange roses, because they are so much better than red.
Then she asks
"How old do I look?"
Sam and I laugh. We're drunk, but not that drunk.
"Look, I promise I won't get offended, just tell me"
Sam and I lean and confer behind outstretched palms.
Shaun : OK, she's about 50, lets say 38 to be really nice
Sam: Dude, she'll know we're lying, we have to say 41. Thats definately the minimum age
Shaun: Watevs'
We reached a conclusion. Luckily Sam broke the news
Sam: My friend and I talked about it, and we agree that you're 41
What followed was a face that looked like it just got punched in the guts. She looked away slightly for a moment. She looked back. She looked Sam straight in the eyes.
"Well I'm 37"
She didn't like Sam very much after that. She told me that I had to shave my face and wear a blue striped shirt or I'd never find romance.
I felt sorry for her husband that night. Imagine what he'd have to deal with when he got home.
Monday, December 08, 2008
Triple J Unearthed
It's finally up on the Triple J website!
You'd be doing me a huge favour if you were able to rate the song you like most on there, because I'm pretty sure sure there's more of a chance presenters would listen to it.
The website is
http://triplejunearthed.com/ShaunCechner
Thank you my friends!
You'd be doing me a huge favour if you were able to rate the song you like most on there, because I'm pretty sure sure there's more of a chance presenters would listen to it.
The website is
http://triplejunearthed.com/ShaunCechner
Thank you my friends!
Friday, December 05, 2008
Final Gig
It's almost the end of the year, and I've just prereleased an album, so I've decided to have a prelaunch party - not a huge deal. A lot of pre's going on
I'm playing first at the Hydie on the 16th, and I've decided to make 30 CDs and give them away at the gig in celebration of finally releasing something.
In addition to this, I've decided it'd be a lot of fun to be quite theatrical about it, I don't want to give away too much, but it's not going to just be a guy standing there playing guitar.
I think it's 5 or 6 bucks entry, but if you're in the first 30 you'll get a free CD. I'll be playing nice and early - 8ish i suppose. I'll put up the details when I know them. Have a listen to the songs I've put up, and if you like them you can download them for free. It'd be great if you came down and supported the cause.
Shaun.
I'm playing first at the Hydie on the 16th, and I've decided to make 30 CDs and give them away at the gig in celebration of finally releasing something.
In addition to this, I've decided it'd be a lot of fun to be quite theatrical about it, I don't want to give away too much, but it's not going to just be a guy standing there playing guitar.
I think it's 5 or 6 bucks entry, but if you're in the first 30 you'll get a free CD. I'll be playing nice and early - 8ish i suppose. I'll put up the details when I know them. Have a listen to the songs I've put up, and if you like them you can download them for free. It'd be great if you came down and supported the cause.
Shaun.
