January 2012
15 posts
I'll put a video up later tonight;
It all starts with broken sentences, about where we’ve been living in, the state that changed like government when we closed our evening eyes. and the hope we had in our jean pockets, just fell through holes into parking lots and our wellingtons weren’t part of our disguise. so the evening rain came in pouring, through blinds and shades and insect nets. it ran down paint in faded...
final-dedicati0n asked: Hey, I saw you play at a gig in Adelaide at the Cavern Club, early last year (I think), and I was wondering if you're coming back any time soon?
taphephobia asked: Your voice is honestly so beautiful, you are simply amazing! I wish you the very best of luck for the future. x
So this is a little old, but I hope you like it....
Take me to the blood sweatshop;
Where war is just a uniform away.
so i just drink, till i’m out of my mind, remote control, stuck on re-wind. but you’re not her, and better so. she was a witch, in soul and shadow. so the frequencies are atrocious, i can’t hear my own thoughts or get some rest. it’s been a while, and you’re ageing fast. you’re the spitting image of hope in my armor. so i walk to this point, watching my...
now we both pull faces, in the wind, everything’s equal but still stings when the breeze chokes, we’re both falling. into the land like angels screaming. you spit on your mirror, in the light, always cursing softly in disguise, it’s getting late, your chords are out, i’d tune you darling, but i can’t kiss your mouth. so it goes away, over and again, every...
we’re too different to be exclusive. frostbite fingers over collarbones, what a touch, what a fright, you were right, you weren’t right. time fades under trees of shade, expectations are ninety percent fake. got to loose this cup, in the heat of war, slashing throats for violent slumbers. i can’t sleep, we both can’t sleep, just keep turning over, to keep the peace. so...
Watchhello, I kind of got lost in writing some music today, it’s not very good but I hope you like the words. xo We all stand so awkwardly over plaster built scenery, one vision closer to a colour scheme of synchrony. That can light up all the senses in a chemical equation, like nuclear history in televised stadium. Oh I long to see so clearly in a world reduced to ash. Oh I wish to be the lucky...
Anonymous asked: strange question, how tall are you? :)
December 2011
19 posts
she always walked in with bells and balloons. she emptied the cupboards of all of our food she swept up the winter in bag made of thatch she left by spring and she wouldn’t come back she left in the morning and didn’t come back. i opened the window to let in the day, and she’d bury her lips all over my face. she bundled her books and she piled her shoes always saying she never...
Sick at Heart - Karl-Christoph
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Hey, my name is Karl-Christoph. I just wrote and...
this is the age of cycles,
this is the fights in role reversal,
this is the sequence of setting sail, only to end up the beach.
this is the anger in clenched fists, this is the gallant tears; down desperate cheeks
that bravely return home - via the drains in concrete streets.
Don’t ever let me get desperate, stressed in every situation, while each insinuation becomes a bitter forgery of a false advertisement. I’d rather take the wheel into the woods, or to the rocks, twist in the shackles until my blood clots in aged calligraphic dots upon metal and rust. Cages for the carnival, bread for the animals. Blood for the lovers that fell asleep at the...
awake, asleep. awake, asleep.
Blue Dismay -...
my life is a poisoned movie.
it is broken by its patience.
to ever repeat.
ever forsake, it’s broken highway.
the ragged tombs are breaking thin.
they are thin without meaning
without thought.
it’s a broken cause
or course.
www.facebook.com/karlchristophmusic it would mean...
Blue Dismay?
So i wrote the majority of this one morning watching the sunrise on the central coast at my friend Justin’s house from Elliot The Bull. It was a huge night - and i couldn’t sleep the morning away - so i spent it watching the waves crash against the beach and spilling out the tune. I just finished it - expect a demo of it sometime this week. I’d do it now, but I’m too down...
new tumblr bio,
it’s been a while, feeling like a new soul again.
crook teeth jaws, inset with gold, laughter ringing off the walls, in inadequate hurdles. times in reverse, it’s in reverse now doll, and i’m sorry for these heartless words ricocheting in recoil. im always full of dollar-bags, pockets chiming with change, just another strap of dead leather or a sorry rusted chain, if were all meant to sparkle then why can’t i ever wash...
clean sheets.
It never ends like you want it to,
but close enough to keep you hoping.
I placed your bones in my sink severed ties with...
November 2011
23 posts
2 tags
darts.
Scars tiger stripe her arms, in warm derailed trains of thought. A crumbed bread path to follow home. Rain wet socks slip as she walks. Missed calls of some importance, hours pass in stills of mind. We cut loose and lost our fire, in a crooked bar with a neon sign.
Kevin Devine - Mesa, Az.
past 800 miles talking circles about living and loss you said your sense of humor’s always helped you get above and across every hurdle, every chasm every shocking and unspeakable blow just proves the universe is chaos so you laugh to clear the lump from your throat but if you’re fixed on being bitter, go be bitter on your own we’re still two hours from al paso arizona ...
Hey, my name is karl christoph, i wrote this as...
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Hey! my name is Karl Christoph and I wrote this...
Some things in my memory never have changed, the flowers by your bedside and the way your lips would taste. In all of my freedom I’ve still been so caged, to girl I fell too hard for and always left a graze. I spent all my money on substance and spite, I can’t look in the mirror and see my own eyes. And though you still hound me, i still try to fight. the worst part of loving...
Finding a reason to care about anything is almost as hard as finding happiness in things that I once enjoyed.
twenty steps.
this morning i felt like death, as he held me tight in his bony grasp
i was throwing up on the footpath, all over the pavement and onto the grass
and it was all my fault, i was a burning tree about to fall, asleep. i dreamed of a secret handshake, one that shook time and history
it cleaned up all the streets, gave humans back their dignity,
and the ladys found their hope, in torn up womens...
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Trailing my kill up and down the street, over, under and around gnomes and park benches. I want you down to your bones. I want you. Weighing up sentences on the sides of my smile, not enough honesty, not enough conviction. i can’t explain - even. Call me when you get this, I’ll be hanging up my trophy’s one by one. Passing out alone drunk in the lounge rooms of saints and preacher’s sons. It’s...
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Lady Luck - Karl-Christoph...
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I’ve been drinking a lot, here’s a...
The Father's Curse.
So many blood deep lies, At least five excuses for each child.
From the back of each worn out car,
that could barely drive or get home from the sellers’ backyard. The worst part is I could be his reflection, ladies, lovers, lies and affections.
Scraps and attention Scrapyards and diversions. Diving so deep you can’t even see a purpose; Except to wrap me up in your arms, for three...