Post by reagan swan;; on Apr 10, 2008 10:57:55 GMT -5
I didn't write this.
Matthew Leone {BASSIST} from Madina Lake {THEY'RE AMAZING GO LISTEN} did. It like explains there album, and its really good. Well I love it, and thought maybe you guys would want to read it. o.O
Its REALLY long though, it wouldn't all fit here.
In Madina Lake, an invisible battle is raging in the air, in the
streets, in the classrooms, everywhere. The war can only be identified
by the sensation of a disarranged energy that convolutes the desired
normalcy of everyday life.
That's just the thing about Madina Lake. Everyone wants to be famous. We want to feel that our existence is louder than everyone else’s. The new souls trample each other in a quest to maintain their highly regarded social status, while the old souls lurk in the shadows, waiting for their opportunity to make a change.
In this incarnation of the battle of good and evil, the artillery is
far more dangerous than conventional weaponry. This war is being fought
with minds. When the mind is used as a weapon, it's casualties include
more than just soldiers. Entire cultures are destroyed.
Part 1: Enchant
Thrill
3am. The pouring rain and blasting thunder kept Jonathan awake. He had
always enjoyed storms as a child, but now that he lived on his own,
they were a bit unsettling. He had his radio dialed to a soft jazz
station to aid in his slumber. The curtains in his humble downtown
studio were no match for the streaks of lightening. They flashed in his
eyes like fire, at frequent, but irregular intervals. His thoughts
drifted from one to another as he beckoned for sleep. It was only a
matter of time before the inevitable happened. An explosive flash
struck a nearby generator. The old stone building rumbled and the
lights flickered for a few seconds before the entire block turned black.
Sleep would be far off for Jonathan now.
As the storm surged on, he continued to lie in bed. The rain had put
him in a hypnotic state, but the inconsistency of thunder strikes
prevented him from drifting off.
Against the backdrop of the raging tempest outside, something else … something new … something inside … was vying for his attention as well. It emanated from within the apartment walls, a sound that at first seemed entirely imagined, but then became undeniable. It was static from his radio. The radio from which he’d been cut off when the power went out, that radio was now reaching back out to him, gathering its power from a source Jonathan couldn’t fathom and didn’t dare to. As the volume increased, Jonathan could hear his radio desperately searching for a frequency. Heart pounding, he climbed out of bed and made his way to it, guided by the green glow of the back light that
illuminated the dial.
His skin grew cold, while he fearfully closed in on the radio. The
noise tempered and locked into a frequency.
"Jonathan," a soft ghostlike voice crackled through the speakers.
heres the rest of the story
