Bullets in a Burning Box

Announcing "Eye Love"!

2009-07-06T12:00:00.001-07:00

"Eye Love", Bullets in a Burning Box' latest single, has a dark "umph." It braids languidly around the broken rods of its own passionate semblance of a pole until it becomes once again, jointed.

In the same way that the prior sentence is likely a run-on, the song seems to linger just a bit too long. Though, fans have called it "badass", "cool" and "thumpable." According to one -- entirely mislead -- fan, it "sounds as if the singer wants something just beyond his reach."

"Eye Love" is a preview of Bullets' upcoming sophomore album, being scribbled on resinous scraps of paper by gremlins cavorting deep within the cave-shaft of your cortex, due in late 2009. According to NMW of Bullets, the album will be "a scythe disguised as a baby rattle."

You want lyrics to "Eye Love"? Cross your fingers that they are actually real.

In an eager -- admittedly unrequitable -- way, anyone may listen to "Eye Love" before everyone else does.

http://BulletsBurning.com/Beloved

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My Encounter With Sasquatch on Mount Shasta

2009-05-31T19:59:00.001-07:00

Its 2pm and the roundtrip for this ultra is 15 hours.. Oops. I'm a tad late. My intention was to climb as far as the snow-line. Yet here I am parked at Bunny Flat trailhead and there is already plenty of the blindingly-white, crunchy, hard stuff. Whoopee! I'm about to ascend Mount Shasta for the first time.

I remember reading that this giant megalith is technically a volcano, due to blow sometime in the next 400 years. Hmmm... Rock slides are frequent, bears are prevalent and I am soon to find out sasquatch beam their mighty thoughts into the minds of susceptible hikers.

Here I am: a bowl into this, lacing my lucky boots, shrouded in shorts, long-shirt waist-tied, water hanging from belt, food stuffed in pockets, and kneeling to finger mud beneath my eyes to combat the snow-blind.

Trail? What trail? Snow must be covering the luxury, so I follow the other mountaineers clad to the hilt, weighted with their crampons, yodeling boots, massive packs and helmets. Reminds me of all the backpackers I saw traveling the world with overladen, overplanned, untrusting turtle shells stooping their shoulders. I paraphrase John Muir: "The best way to start a journey is to throw some tea and bread in a sack and jump the back fence." Wise words from a national hero?

Crunch. Crunch. Huff. Puff. Up the sunny snow-laden forest I step, vertigo still a mile away. I pause at a whoopdeedo where four cross-country skiing comrades whisk by with a couple "hi"s.

Crunch. Crunch. Breathe. Horse Camp: where some of us choose to settle for the night. A working restroom and spring close by, how handy. Up, up I go.

Avalanche Gulch yawns before me, other travelers like ants ascending. Up, up I go.

Here is a steep bit that makes an on-the-way-down toboggan seem an outright pleasure-cessity. Here is a cloud coming to cover my sun. Here is a scary chute of ice that must be trudged in the steps of today's forebears. Thank you, thank you, snow-show-wearers who have preceded me.

Here is a frightening sound like that of an avalanche. Is that thunder? How far is the lake? Oh, just up where that trail of ants disappears into the clouds.

My cloud has grown into a charcoal-colored monstrosity. Cold and feeling endangered, I break on a warmer-than-snow rock to consume my bread, banana and granola. "Branola."

Did anyone see me whiz behind my rock? Thank you. I am cold. Cloud more ominous. I descend.

Skip, skip! Slide, slide. Toboggan wishes slightly satiated. I leap, switch and halloo back to the sunshine. Back to Horse Camp.

Here is my mistake: a veer. One tiny little veer on a snowshoe-tracked track. I imagine my old trail is to my right. This new trail cannot stray too far. Can it?

An hour later panic has struck me. Only an hour or two of sun left. Clouds intermittently stealing the warmth from my wet feet. The trail must be back to the right. Over that ridge. Huff, puff. Yes!? No. Curses. The trail must be back to the left.

What's that? Red snow. Just red snow. Like yellow snow, only red, right? Wait. Red snow. Curses. Bears around?

Running to left, right? Look at my camera's past pictures. They don't help! Fear. Curses. Daylight waning. Fall on my one strength: visualize. I imagine the trail beneath my feet. I imagine myself whooping with joy. I imagine skipping back to my car.

More zig. More zag. No trail. Wait! A faded, crystalized ski track! Something human. It disappears into dirt. Dirt is a good sign. I'm getting lower.

What's that snowy meadow? ... A pink ribbon around that tree! A word on that stump! A signpost! I'm saved. Sand Flat, here I am. But where is that?

A dirt road. I take it. I run. A campfire? I walk. There is a man and his blue, rune-painted truck lounging here. "Purification by fire," he says.

We chat. I spill my relief. "The hairy lords have a powerful presence here," he claims. In my head, one brow lifts inquisitively. There is no need for me to inquire, as he continues: "the sasquatch use their mind power to instill fear and panic into hikers. You can gain a lot of knowledge from them if you can get past your fear." I see. I wonder..

"Welcome back to civilization," he engenders.

My new ceiling..

2009-05-30T16:04:00.001-07:00

My new ceiling..

I Am Suddenly

2009-05-10T23:07:00.001-07:00

I Am Suddenly

Coming to recut my wick..

2009-05-05T18:23:00.001-07:00

Coming to recut my wick..

Electricty

2009-03-31T00:28:00.000-07:00

Lotus -- the freshiest boat studio this side of the marina -- is now hhhhhheeee-lectritfied. Zzzst! A short circuit blew the last of my three janky working switch panel fuses. So little fuses, so little time.

Solar will power her recording studio daily.. Add a wind generator and all of her (yes, refrigerator included) will work on free (cheaper than zero) hhhhhhhhhhhhheee-nergy.

Colin built a re-arrangeable, stowable, stand-up-able shelving system in the middle of the room which is now being occupied by my recording studio.

Tomorrow I must build a box to protect the switchboard, circuit isolator, busbars, circuit breaker, voltmeter and ammeter. That's all the stuff we shall need to get her lights to turn on. (The old system was tits down, my friends.)

Boat Head Mosaic

2009-03-26T01:00:00.000-07:00

Today, the sound of hammers busting tile will lull over the marina's still and a tad stagnant waters. That unstoppable force "Lotus!" busts out (in exactly reverse order) a notched laptop post, a mortared tile mosaic, a ninja-bolt head and freshly-ran intake plumbing.

Boat head mosaic!

Installing a Propane BBQ

2009-03-25T00:33:00.000-07:00

Like a kid on the skip, I smile at the hardware storeman, showing him a picture of my BBQ's (actually broken) propane connector. Buying all the things I think I need -- including a large, semi-transparent, fiberglass, propane tank, hose and regulator -- I skip away lighter of pocket and heavier of load.

Back at the boat! Cognition sets in. I need one more part (the afore-mentioned broken connector)..

Back at the store! I almost buy a huge $60 mechanical and electrical guidebook and a hatch clasp fastener..

Back at the boat! I put it all together and grin gettin' 'er lit! Here marks my hiatus from Coleman grills.

My days of Coleman grill stoving it are over

Work in progress (the boat studio Flux)

Buying a Bigger Boat at Auction

2009-03-23T23:26:00.000-07:00

My purpose being to acquire the ability to simply stand like a pole in my musical studio, I search the Craigslist for bigger boats. My existing 1969 26-foot sloop -- may she sail onward in the family, else she die a melodramatic death at my friend's boatyard, chopped for the lead (need the cash.. don't we?) -- isn't massaging my salami. Catch my drift?

When all of the sudden.. my boatyard friend calls, recording such a message:

'Nat! Lien sale tomorrow, 10:30 am, here's the number for the marina.'

Now I'm bidding half the minimum amount -- lucky, the only bidder is yours truly, henceforth, 'your luck' -- on a 1970 Luhrs 32-foot powerboat. This thing has space!

I like that I can stand up tall!!

I like singing with a mic stand, hanging my guitars on the walls, imagining a drummer here, a bassist right here, a guitarist here..

Imagining a loft, killer batteries, new wiring, engines, systems, solar panels, new head, wind generator, paint, sanded wood, stain, carpet, propane BBQ, I rock to sleep like a kid on these waves.

1970 Luhrs Powerboat or Floating Studio?

Disentangle Video Release - New Industrial Rock

2009-02-21T08:43:00.000-08:00

Will they Disentangle? Watch the new industrial rock video by Bullets in a Burning Box.

Disentangle is currently being distributed exclusively on the Zero Demographic Compilation, put together by Mark Alan Miller of Radio Valkyrie Records.

"This compilation is a gathering of electronic and industrial artists and bands under one unifying theme: We are all interested in communicating honestly with the fans, the music consumers, to educate them to the realities, and to dispel many of the myths and misinformation about how artists and bands survive today." Read more...

All profits will be donated to the Future Of Music Coalition.

Disentangle is the third in a year-long monthly-ish song & video release project.

Written & performed by Nathanael Matthias Weiss. Vocals, guitar, bass, drums, artwork & production by NMW.

Video features Shireda Dawn Savia, Kjohnn and NMW. Directed by Chise. Costumes by BRee. Filmed in Jacksonville, Oregon.

Disentangle

2009-01-17T15:07:00.000-08:00

The meaning behind the song "Disentangle"? When the video comes out on February 16, you might get a few clues. Until then, listen to the song and watch the outtakes.

Disentangle is the third in a year-long monthly-ish song & video release project.

Written & performed by Nathanael Matthias Weiss. Vocals, guitar, bass, drums, artwork & production by NMW.

Video features Shireda Dawn Savia, Kjohnn and NMW. Directed by Chise. Costumes by BRee. Filmed in Jacksonville, Oregon.

Filming "Of Life, I Want to Live"

2008-12-22T14:32:00.000-08:00

Waking at 4am on my boat Faith..
Deep night fog makes my one-oared, standing row of Jimbo like an Italian character in the prologue to a Murder, She Wrote novel..
I row him down the line of moored boats, and, completely out of character, smile and wave at the skipper of a trimaran I have never before seen..
At the shore I giggle boyishly at my successful dinghy leap over wave onto the sand without a drop of water to wet my boot.

Car it out the 8..
It is December, yet the predawn Cleveland National "Forest" is merely crisp, promising a hot, sun-drenched desert-like day.
With an apple for a bong and a smile in my heart, I strap my guitar, tripods and cameras to my back and begin to hike..

Halfway up I'm nearly out of water (if you've seen the video, you've seen some dancing) and, like an over-heated motor, must lie in the shade to cool.
From here its rations and ditch the guitar..

Several times I nearly turn around for want of a drop..
But the summit calls me..

Here's a link to the Lawson Peak slideshow and Lawson Peak photoset on Flickr.

Of Life, I Want to Live (Song & Video Release!)

2008-12-16T15:42:00.000-08:00

Releasing a song & video each month is a chance for you to hear music that transmogrifies (as most Bullets in a Burning Box songs do over time). This, for me, is the ultimate liberation. Just release... With the distant opportunity to change, re-arrange, alter lyrics, add bass guitar or follow whatever yellow-brick road materializes within my tumultous head.

Also, it allows a month of fresh air to flutter the lyrics. There is something about being an artist, in that, pieces of my current emotional milieu stir themselves into the present song or art piece.. (Writing more than one song per month creates bland, identical twins.) The month (okay.. sometimes two months) allows wide soul space to draw in all chi and exhale some gargantuan dragon breath.

This month's breath is called "Of Life, I Want to Live."

Watch the video here (free download available).

Storm Day!

2008-12-15T11:06:00.000-08:00

Storm day!
The wind is like a circling, fierce wolf.
White caps tip the bay like a Chinese army in a fog.
My neighbor's dinghy has nearly become forfeit to the sea.
Faith rides like a see-saw (sp?)
Yours truly quelled the temptation to expose, then pile the generator beneath outdoor pillows.
Its a querrellous, primal day.
On the boat.
Meditate your way to me, Daedalus.

Ascending Lawson Peak (At Night)

2008-11-19T10:26:00.000-08:00

Driving Directions to Lawson Peak from San Diego

Take I-8 East past Alpine to Highway 79 - Japatul Road exit
Hang a right on Japatul Road and head south 5 miles
Hang a left on Lyons Valley Road
South about 5 miles to around mile marker 13
Park in the gravelly turn-out for a dirt road heading uphill to your right
Take the dirt path
Beware of mountain lions (if confronted, yell, appear taller and fight back)

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boulders. glee.
part of wisdom (and sensibility) beckon.
they chant "turn around."
but to capitulate to fear is passé.
part of the past, eh?
so on we trudge.
a dark hill, darker still.
cat eyes ain't human.
stink of fear.
on, on.
twist up, back.
stumble.
like an infant on fours.
through the rivulets.
up the packed dust.
avalanches of foot-sized rock.
scrambling in the dark, dark.
moon still a quarter day beneath the earth.
just the twilight stars and one.
spear tree in hand.
again one stands.
and ascends.
switching back, back in the dark, dark.
singing yo, ho, a bottle of rum.
to frighten what doesn't lurk in the bushes.
their scratchy leaves silent.
even the song swallowed by the heavy night.
month it all turns brown.
hot oregon.
month of the dead.
hot california.
last twist.
and the ridge breaks.
starts to fall.
and the peaks come out to play.
trails intersecting.
lawson leaming.
calling.
whispering.
it, so sexy.
it, colored in a world of night.
so touchable, backlit.
to the summit.
(beyond all fear.)
beyond a recognition of what was.
over these boulders.
bleeding from these limbs.
leveraging the cracks.
all weight on one point.
bouncing in stride.
pausing to acclimatize.
the scent of dirt.
vessels overhead.
shadows born.
shadows die.
circling the peak.
rounding on the western side.
jaw agape.
laughter.
skipping.
gripping one last crack.
up through.
into the cave.
groping in the dark.
sky bright keyholes.
climb straight up.
out to the summit.
beyond the summit, to the true top.
hot night.
sexy peak beneath one's sleep.
like a true friend.
like a lover.
carve our initials into lawson peak.
yo, ho, a bottle of rum.
(this one life for one.)

Interview with Fabryka

2008-11-15T20:21:00.000-08:00

NINa (of Fabryka Industrial Rock webzine), with Marco Gariboldi, conducted an interview with yours truly. We talked about religion, economy, travel, nature, the meaning behind the name "Bullets in a Burning Box," the sailboat studio, and of course, music.

An Exit (Album Release!)

2008-11-09T12:24:00.001-08:00

An Exit is an evolutionary blend of distortion and danceability. It began as an experimental mix of drum 'n' bass beats with Afear's heavy guitars and distorted vocals.. The tempos have remained unaltered (mind you). Though, the vibe -- you will find -- is bent.

An Exit features two remixes of "Abaddon Threads" from friends:

low distortion unit
Paris (France). Makers of the soundtrack to "Alone in the Dark : The New Nightmare" (2001), they are Thierry Th Desseaux & Lucas_a. This remix is so very European and brutal!

Brokin Sticks
Medford, Oregon, USA. Brokin Sticks are a hip-hop group featuring the lyrics and beats of Kjohnn and Catalyst. Kjohnn and I grew up together in Oregon.. We chased girls, splashed in puddles and drove cars too fast. This remix sounds eerie and hip-hop-ish.

The track list:
1. Abaddon Threads (Low Distortion Unit) 3:30
2. Acetylene in Matryoshka (Burn) 3:10
3. Acannabinum Unfold (Blossom) 3:23
4. Absinthium Flow Ring (Become Human) 3:32
5. Abaddon Threads (Unrestrained) 3:59
6. Abaddon Threads (Brokin Sticks) 1:33

Note: the album originally included remixes of "Aarons Rod" and "Aepypterus Red H." However, I felt the overall quality/feeling of these particular remixes were sub-par. Therefore (rather than dull your ears) enjoy these creamy, top-quality, best six tracks.

Listen and/or download here.

Song of the Open Road

2008-11-06T20:21:00.000-08:00

Doesn't Walt Whitman sort of look like Gandalf from Lord of the Rings?

Feeling compelled to share his epic poem Song of the Open Road with You..
He refined his poems throughout his entire life.
Died in 1892..
Enjoy..

1
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.

Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.

The earth, that is sufficient,
I do not want the constellations any nearer,
I know they are very well where they are,
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.

(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens,
I carry them, men and women, I carry them with me wherever
I go,
I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them,
I am fill'd with them, and I will fill them in return.)

2
You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all
that is here,
I believe that much unseen is also here.

Here the profound lesson of reception, nor preference nor denial,
The black with his woolly head, the felon, the diseas'd, the
illiterate person, are not denied;
The birth, the hasting after the physician, the beggar's tramp, the
drunkard's stagger, the laughing party of mechanics,
The escaped youth, the rich person's carriage, the fop, the eloping
couple,
The early market-man, the hearse, the moving of furniture into the
town, the return back from the town,
They pass, I also pass, any thing passes, none can be interdicted,
None but are accepted, none but shall be dear to me.

3
You air that serves me with breath to speak!
You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them
shape!
You light that wraps me and all things in delicate equable showers!
You paths worn in the irregular hollows by the roadsides!
I believe you are latent with unseen existences, you are so dear to
me.

You flagg'd walks of the cities! you strong curbs at the edges!
You ferries! you planks and posts of wharves! you timber-lined
side! you distant ships!
You rows of houses! you window-pierc'd facades! you roofs!
You porches and entrances! you copings and iron guards!
You windows whose transparent shells might expose so much!
You doors and ascending steps! you arches!
You gray stones of interminable pavements! you trodden crossings!
From all that has touch'd you I believe you have imparted to
yourselves, and now would impart the same secretly to me,
From the living and the dead you have peopled your impassive
surfaces, and the spirits thereof would be evident and amicable
with me.

4
The earth expanding right hand and left hand,
The picture alive, every part in its best light,
The music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping where it is
not wanted,
The cheerful voice of the public road, the gay fresh sentiment of
the road.

O highway I travel, do you say to me Do not leave me?
Do you say Venture not-if you leave me you are lost?
Do you say I am already prepared, I am well-beaten and undenied,
adhere to me?

O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love
you,
You express me better than I can express myself,
You shall be more to me than my poem.

I think heroic deeds were all conceiv'd in the open air, and all
free poems also,
I think I could stop here myself and do miracles,
I think whatever I shall meet on the road I shall like, and whoever
beholds me shall like me,
I think whoever I see must be happy.

5
From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,
Listening to others, considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that
would hold me.

I inhale great draughts of space,
The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are
mine.

I am larger, better than I thought,
I did not know I held so much goodness.

All seems beautiful to me,
can repeat over to men and women You have done such good to me
I would do the same to you,
I will recruit for myself and you as I go,
I will scatter myself among men and women as I go,
I will toss a new gladness and roughness among them,
Whoever denies me it shall not trouble me,
Whoever accepts me he or she shall be blessed and shall bless me.

6
Now if a thousand perfect men were to appear it would not amaze me,
Now if a thousand beautiful forms of women appear'd it would not
astonish me.

Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons,
It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.

Here a great personal deed has room,
(Such a deed seizes upon the hearts of the whole race of men,
Its effusion of strength and will overwhelms law and mocks all
authority and all argument against it.)

Here is the test of wisdom,
Wisdom is not finally tested in schools,
Wisdom cannot be pass'd from one having it to another not having it,
Wisdom is of the soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own
proof,
Applies to all stages and objects and qualities and is content,
Is the certainty of the reality and immortality of things, and the
excellence of things;
Something there is in the float of the sight of things that provokes
it out of the soul.

Now I re-examine philosophies and religions,
They may prove well in lecture-rooms, yet not prove at all under the
spacious clouds and along the landscape and flowing currents.

Here is realization,
Here is a man tallied-he realizes here what he has in him,
The past, the future, majesty, love-if they are vacant of you, you
are vacant of them.

Only the kernel of every object nourishes;
Where is he who tears off the husks for you and me?
Where is he that undoes stratagems and envelopes for you and me?

Here is adhesiveness, it is not previously fashion'd, it is apropos;
Do you know what it is as you pass to be loved by strangers?
Do you know the talk of those turning eye-balls?

7
Here is the efflux of the soul,
The efflux of the soul comes from within through embower'd gates,
ever provoking questions,
These yearnings why are they? these thoughts in the darkness why are
they?
Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sunlight
expands my blood?
Why when they leave me do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?
Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious
thoughts descend upon me?
(I think they hang there winter and summer on those trees and always
drop fruit as I pass;)
What is it I interchange so suddenly with strangers?
What with some driver as I ride on the seat by his side?
What with some fisherman drawing his seine by the shore as I walk by
and pause?
What gives me to be free to a woman's and man's good-will? what
gives them to be free to mine?

8
The efflux of the soul is happiness, here is happiness,
I think it pervades the open air, waiting at all times,
Now it flows unto us, we are rightly charged.

Here rises the fluid and attaching character,
The fluid and attaching character is the freshness and sweetness of
man and woman,
(The herbs of the morning sprout no fresher and sweeter every day
out of the roots of themselves, than it sprouts fresh and sweet
continually out of itself.)

Toward the fluid and attaching character exudes the sweat of the
love of young and old,
From it falls distill'd the charm that mocks beauty and attainments,
Toward it heaves the shuddering longing ache of contact.

9
Allons! whoever you are come travel with me!
Traveling with me you find what never tires.

The earth never tires,
The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first, Nature is rude
and incomprehensible at first,
Be not discouraged, keep on, there are divine things well envelop'd,
I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can
tell.

Allons! we must not stop here,
However sweet these laid-up stores, however convenient this dwelling
we cannot remain here,
However shelter'd this port and however calm these waters we must
not anchor here,
However welcome the hospitality that surrounds us we are permitted
to receive it but a little while.

10
Allons! the inducements shall be greater,
We will sail pathless and wild seas,
We will go where winds blow, waves dash, and the Yankee clipper
speeds by under full sail.

Allons! with power, liberty, the earth, the elements,
Health, defiance, gayety, self-esteem, curiosity;
Allons! from all formules!
From your formules, O bat-eyed and materialistic priests.

The stale cadaver blocks up the passage-the burial waits no longer.

Allons! yet take warning!
He traveling with me needs the best blood, thews, endurance,
None may come to the trial till he or she bring courage and health,
Come not here if you have already spent the best of yourself,
Only those may come who come in sweet and determin'd bodies,
No diseas'd person, no rum-drinker or venereal taint is permitted
here.

(I and mine do not convince by arguments, similes, rhymes,
We convince by our presence.)

11
Listen! I will be honest with you,
I do not offer the old smooth prizes, but offer rough new prizes,
These are the days that must happen to you:
You shall not heap up what is call'd riches,
You shall scatter with lavish hand all that you earn or achieve,
You but arrive at the city to which you were destin'd, you hardly
settle yourself to satisfaction before you are call'd by an
irresistible call to depart,
You shall be treated to the ironical smiles and mockings of those
who remain behind you,
What beckonings of love you receive you shall only answer with
passionate kisses of parting,
You shall not allow the hold of those who spread their reach'd hands
toward you.

12
Allons! after the great Companions, and to belong to them!
They too are on the road - they are the swift and majestic men - they
are the greatest women,
Enjoyers of calms of seas and storms of seas,
Sailors of many a ship, walkers of many a mile of land,
Habitues of many distant countries, habitues of far-distant
dwellings,
Trusters of men and women, observers of cities, solitary toilers,
Pausers and contemplators of tufts, blossoms, shells of the shore,
Dancers at wedding-dances, kissers of brides, tender helpers of
children, bearers of children,
Soldiers of revolts, standers by gaping graves, lowerers-down of
coffins,
Journeyers over consecutive seasons, over the years, the curious
years each emerging from that which preceded it,
Journeyers as with companions, namely their own diverse phases,
Forth-steppers from the latent unrealized baby-days,
Journeyers gayly with their own youth, journeyers with their bearded
and well-grain'd manhood,
Journeyers with their womanhood, ample, unsurpass'd, content,
Journeyers with their own sublime old age of manhood or womanhood,
Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the
universe,
Old age, flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death.

13
Allons! to that which is endless as it was beginningless,
To undergo much, tramps of days, rests of nights,
To merge all in the travel they tend to, and the days and nights
they tend to,
Again to merge them in the start of superior journeys,
To see nothing anywhere but what you may reach it and pass it,
To conceive no time, however distant, but what you may reach it and
pass it,
To look up or down no road but it stretches and waits for you,
however long but it stretches and waits for you,
To see no being, not God's or any, but you also go thither,
To see no possession but you may possess it, enjoying all without
labor or purchase, abstracting the feast yet not abstracting one
particle of it,
To take the best of the farmer's farm and the rich man's elegant
villa, and the chaste blessings of the well-married couple, and
the fruits of orchards and flowers of gardens,
To take to your use out of the compact cities as you pass through,
To carry buildings and streets with you afterward wherever you go,
To gather the minds of men out of their brains as you encounter
them, to gather the love out of their hearts,
To take your lovers on the road with you, for all that you leave
them behind you,
To know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for
traveling souls.

All parts away for the progress of souls,
All religion, all solid things, arts, governments-all that was or is
apparent upon this globe or any globe, falls into niches and
corners before the procession of souls along the grand roads
of the universe.

Of the progress of the souls of men and women along the grand roads
of the universe, all other progress is the needed emblem and
sustenance.

Forever alive, forever forward,
Stately, solemn, sad, withdrawn, baffled, mad, turbulent, feeble,
dissatisfied,
Desperate, proud, fond, sick, accepted by men, rejected by men,
They go! they go! I know that they go, but I know not where they go,
But I know that they go toward the best - toward something great.

Whoever you are, come forth! or man or woman come forth!
You must not stay sleeping and dallying there in the house, though
you built it, or though it has been built for you.

Out of the dark confinement! out from behind the screen!
It is useless to protest, I know all and expose it.

Behold through you as bad as the rest,
Through the laughter, dancing, dining, supping, of people,
Inside of dresses and ornaments, inside of those wash'd and trimm'd
faces,
Behold a secret silent loathing and despair.

No husband, no wife, no friend, trusted to hear the confession,
Another self, a duplicate of every one, skulking and hiding it goes,
Formless and wordless through the streets of the cities, polite and
bland in the parlors,
In the cars of railroads, in steamboats, in the public assembly,
Home to the houses of men and women, at the table, in the bedroom,
everywhere,
Smartly attired, countenance smiling, form upright, death under the
breast-bones, hell under the skull-bones,
Under the broadcloth and gloves, under the ribbons and artificial
flowers,
Keeping fair with the customs, speaking not a syllable of itself,
Speaking of any thing else but never of itself.

14
Allons! through struggles and wars!
The goal that was named cannot be countermanded.

Have the past struggles succeeded?
What has succeeded? yourself? your nation? Nature?
Now understand me well - it is provided in the essence of things that
from any fruition of success, no matter what, shall come forth
something to make a greater struggle necessary.

My call is the call of battle, I nourish active rebellion,
He going with me must go well arm'd,
He going with me goes often with spare diet, poverty, angry enemies,
desertions.

15
Allons! the road is before us!
It is safe - I have tried it - my own feet have tried it well - be not
detain'd!
Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book on the
shelf unopen'd!
Let the tools remain in the workshop! let the money remain unearn'd!
Let the school stand! mind not the cry of the teacher!
Let the preacher preach in his pulpit! let the lawyer plead in the
court, and the judge expound the law.

Camerado, I give you my hand!
I give you my love more precious than money,
I give you myself before preaching or law;
Will you give me yourselp. will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?

Jealous ASCII Art

2008-11-06T20:14:00.000-08:00

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Sneak Preview of Next Month's Song

2008-10-30T18:31:00.000-07:00

Need your opinion..
What do you think is the "right" price for a song & video download?
For answering this question, I'm sneaking you a preview of next month's song.
Please share your opinion and download the sneak preview.

In addition, there are free videos available for download of last month's song Nine Ninths Jealous.
These videos will play on your iPhone/iPod.
Here's the link to download the free videos.

Oh..
And here's a video snip of my first "show"..

Today's Hypothesis

2008-10-24T10:30:00.000-07:00

Is..

Little Over the Top

I'm just me.. but a little over the top.

Kissing Abaddon

Might as well kiss him now.. Before I HAVE to.

Monthly Release!

2008-10-19T16:29:00.001-07:00

You want music..
Your soul needs it..
And my soul wants to share..
More often!
..
I'm releasing a song and video "every month"-ish for about a year..
(These digital-only releases will come straight to your ears from my studio via BulletsBurning.com.)
At the close of this "year" I will take all the songs and squish them together..
Mangle them.
Remaster..
And generally f*ck with them..
Until they form into a cohesive "album."
Yessss..
..
These songs are on the minimalistic side (you could say).
They are blunt.
I think you will like them.
I play electronic drums (trigger finger), electic guitar, and sing.
..
To kick it off, here's the 2-minute sample video of Nine Ninths Jealous.
You can download the song/video "digital package" on my website for $2..
..
I hope this song lifts you to another level.
(As it did me creating it..)
..
;/

Take This Life.. and..

2008-10-12T15:13:00.000-07:00

Not just content.
But thrive!

Free Gift

2008-09-22T22:31:00.000-07:00

There is a treasure waiting for you at the top of Mt Thielsen. The Brokin Sticks and I climbed and left signed bills in the "top of the mountain" can. Will you be the one to claim the treasure?

You want more music, I know. I got your mind-mail. Ok. I'm planning on a release in November. Check out this free MP3 as a preview.

Want a free gift? I'm sending something special in the mail to everyone who shares Bullets in a Burning Box with 10 or more people.

Turntables on Boat. New Song..

2008-08-27T19:33:00.000-07:00

Bullets in a Burning Box

Announcing "Eye Love"!

My Encounter With Sasquatch on Mount Shasta

My new ceiling..

I Am Suddenly

Coming to recut my wick..

Electricty

Boat Head Mosaic

Installing a Propane BBQ

Buying a Bigger Boat at Auction

Disentangle Video Release - New Industrial Rock

Disentangle

Filming "Of Life, I Want to Live"

Of Life, I Want to Live (Song & Video Release!)

Storm Day!

Ascending Lawson Peak (At Night)

Driving Directions to Lawson Peak from San Diego

Interview with Fabryka

An Exit (Album Release!)

Song of the Open Road

Jealous ASCII Art

Sneak Preview of Next Month's Song

Today's Hypothesis

Monthly Release!

Take This Life.. and..

Free Gift

Turntables on Boat. New Song..

Turntables on Faith