And... we're back.

Well, well, well... it seems that it's been quite some time since the last update (over a year?! Damn, that's a long time). Anyway, there's been a lot go down since the last update; too much, in fact. So fuck it, there isn't much to be said about it.

More recently, I've found myself on the verge of a new full-time gig doing verification work for ICT here in the 'chi. Things are looking good there.

Also of note is the fact that I'm now the proud owner of high-speed internet. Apparently, that (or, more specifically, the firewall that came with it) is the reason Geocities keeps fucking up on me. So, friends, it's all but official: the Pissing Vinegar site is dead. Take a moment of silence with me, won't you?

That's how the site would have wanted it. Anyway, over the next little wile, I'll be re-posting the articles here, so as to not only keep this site open for all future PV's, but it also makes a sweet excuse to use up a shitload of bandwidth!

So, um... tha's about it for now. More new stuff will be posted eventually, but for now I'll just leave you with some of my latest writings. I think you'll find it a little edgier than previous works, because it was written for a might / might not be recorded album of metal. Enjoy!



SUCKER FOR PUNISHMENT

Written January 14, 2004
While a lot of my lyrics come to me on their own, forcing me to write them down on paper before the leave my mind, this one is an exception. In the previous weeks, I had been doing a fair amount of writing and, though they're weren't complete shit, I knew I was capable of better. With that in mind, I sat myself down, and literally refused to stop writing until a song was finished. This was the result.

Held captive
I'm forcing myself again
No control
I've got to follow every whim

The seconds tick and I'm tired
But I keep on going
Frantic and feverish, borderline delirious
You could say I'm taking this too serious

(Chorus 1:)
When every word is a weapon
You've got to choose your targets wisely
I'm the only one left to confide in
So I've committed suicide again

I'm breaking
Spilling onto an empty page
No control
I have to spit out all my rage

The pace makes me sick and uninspired
But I keep on going
Desperate and devious, it's so fucking tedious
But every time I bleed, I bleed for us

(Chorus 2:)
When every word is a weapon
You've got to choose your targets wisely
I shoot myself in the head again
And now I'll wait for new life to begin

Why must I settle for emptiness
Without so much as a second guess?
Sucker for punishment, more or less...


THE BUSINESS OF FAITH

Written December 25, 2003
I had gone to Blackville for Christmas, to spend the holiday with my family. As per Williston tradition, we all went to Church on Christmas Eve. Midway through the service, the collection plate was handed out. Here I was, my unemployment cheques run out, barely five dollars to my name, yet I had been conditioned since childhood to chip in at Church. After dropping a twonie into the plate, wheels started turning. What had God ever done for me? Heretic as it sounds, I didn't feel I was getting my money's worth out of this alleged supreme being. The next day, this song came out.

You've got to hook 'em while they're young, God
Make them fear you, maybe they'll comprehend
That it's the truth, not the lesser of evils
To be trapped in a world without end

I've drank the blood of Jesus
It only tasted like watered down wine
And I tried to believe that the Bible
Wasn't just a book full of watered down lies

(Chorus 1:)
If you're up there, show your face
We don't like to wait
They're passing the collection plate
Like a predator dangling the bait
The business of faith

You can believe in what you want to
But I won't give my life to something sight unseen
By definition, if this makes me evil
Then burn the Bible, for it's more obscene

Slaughters and plagues, rain for forty days
Idle threats from behind the pulpit
I may be damned eternally
But at least I know I'm not your puppet

(Chorus 2:)
If you're up there, show your face
We need a reason to be afraid
Tap into another fresh vein
'Til you're back in the black again
The business of faith

(Chorus 3:)
If you're up there, show your face
The time has come to reclaim your place
A simple choice for us to make
Pay up, or burn in flame
The business of faith