May 28 2010

Inked

I got inked again.  I’d like to upload a photo, but for some reason it isn’t working out so well.  So instead, I’ll post one on my facebook page, and I invite you to go there, become my fan, and check it out!

It is definitely a tattoo that has personal meaning to me, but I’m not about to explain it to all of you.  It is based on two Blindside songs, “Put Back the Stars”, as well as “Thought Like Flames.”  It was designed for me by an amazing artist, Sam Smith, at Bushido Tattoo.  If you are considering a tattoo, I’d suggest you head over there.

My new tattoo means sleeves at work, it means an eyebrow or two, but most of all it means I will always have a reminder of those songs and what they mean to me.  I will always be able to look down and see it, and when I need it, it will give me strength.

Plus, it’s just plain badass.

Embrace Truth,

Kayleigh E. Suggett

I hoist my sails though there is no wind in sight

–Blindside–


Nov 11 2009

A Silent Army in the Trees – Matt Good

What will you find

Where will you be

When you gotta trade for company

Those platic guns and infantry

For a silent army in the trees

Well this ain’t the woods behind the house

There ain’t nobody screamin’ out

For you to come inside and eat

You’re just holdin’ your friends and watchin’ them bleed

Wore camouflage on halloween

A plastic bag, an M-16

Door to door and house to house

But ain’t nobody handin’ it out

Yeah, nothing’s ever what it seems

When you’re kickin’ in teeth and wishing your dreams

Just plastic guns and infantry

For a silent army in the trees

My baby don’t you let me down

A world away and still somehow

Can’t shake the feeling that you’re out

With another man’s arms wrapped tight around you

At night it’s cold, we sit and freeze

Running red lights in our hum-vees

Never thought I’d live to see the day I’d be

Afraid of little kids playing in the streets

Well this ain’t the woods behind the house

There ain’t nobody screamin’ out

For you to come inside and eat

You’re just holding your friends and watching them bleed

I’m on fire

But all ice on the outside

The old man in the sky

Well he’s all ice on the outside

A muted whale out in the streets

You watch the stairs but burn the seats

Two metal legs to get along

You ain’t got much without one to stand on

Sometimes at night I hear it roll

A hundred cars long, pulling out slow

Like the engine is inside my head

Cold and dark like your side of the bed

Yeah, nothing’s ever what it seems

And even if it is, ends justify means

With plastic guns and infantry

For a silent army in the trees

I’m on fire

But all ice on the outside

The old man in the sky

Well, he’s all ice on the outside

—Remember—


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