Last Fall was tough. It was also the first time I ever understood the lyrics of Linkin Park's music.

I also finally understood what people meant when they said that Chester poured himself into his music.

I couldn't believe I had been this deaf, I was lacking this understanding. But I understood it, I embraced it and I accepted it. I grew out of it, I grew from it.

Chester, I think of you and pray for you and feel for you fondly. As a fellow human being, I can't help but hope your legacy will be honored, and for your loss, some won't be thanks to you.

May you find peace Chester

No voice will replace yours.
And I doubt no one will ever write the pain of living the way you did, nor convey it its hold and the human sufferance as you did. Dear world, I am so sorry for your loss

LP - The Final Masquerade

You guys rock. Sing with the strength of your voices to the weak.
LP will always amaze me by how music keeps maturing and evolving.

We the animals take control

"There's a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part; you can't even passively take part, and you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop."

To save face, how low can you go
Talk a lot of game but yet you don't know
Static on the way make us all say whoa
The people up top push the people down low

Get down and obey every word
Steady get in line if you haven't yet heard
Wanna take what I got, don't be absurd
Don't fight the power, nobody gets hurt
If you haven't heard yet then I'm letting you know
There ain't shit we don't run when the guns unload
And no one make a move unless my people say so
Got everything outta control, now everybody go

Steel unload, final blow
We the animals take control
Hear us now, clear and true
Wretches and kings we come for you

So keep pace, how slow can you go
Talk a lot of shit and yet you don't know
Fire on the way, make you all say whoa
The people up top and the people down low

Get down and I'm running it like that
The front of the attack is exactly where I'm at
Somewhere in between the kick and the hi hat
The pen and the contract, the pitch and the contact

So get with the combat, I'm letting 'em know
There ain't shit you can say to make me back down no
So push the button let the whole thing blow
Spinning everything outta control, now everybody go

Steel unload, final blow
We the animals take control
Hear us now, clear and true
Wretches and kings we come for you

Steel unload, fire blow
Filthy animals beat them low
Skin and bone, black and blue
No more this sun shall beat unto you

From the front to the back and the side to side
If you fear what I feel put 'em up real high

"There's a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part; you can't even passively take part, and you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop. And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from working at all."





If you fear what I feel put 'em up real high

Mario's Speech

Renewing my affection for Linkin Park by listening to A Thousands Suns on the loop at work.

Spoke with Path' about this on that good windy Sunday: our plan to have breakfast at the beach turning into socialist convo over machiato at starbucks