bird stomach

You are what you eat, that's what a little bird told me.
I just polished off a bean and cheese burrito w/ guacamole and an ice cold horchata.


You are what you eat, that's what a little broad told me.
Which is why I've been eating Soylent Green. So I can be a person. So I can feel what people feel.


I'm sure if you're reading this, all you desire to know in life is my eating habits.


Tonight was unforeseeable. Tonight was blindingly obvious.


The album is not going to be finished while I'm down here. I'm not going to rush and half-ass the second part of it, I'll make it satisfactory back in Flagstaff. I will make use of this time, however, and jot down some new lyrics, and hopefully record a song or two for fun, but not intended for "we're not getting any younger".


I'm listening to Monsters of Folk right now, and it's making me feel level. Level and not unsettled and level and not disheveled. I was a clean cut prince tonight. It was the rest of the world that was so terribly screwed up, right? I can't be held accountable for the universe and its rotten ways.


New song coming soon, "bird stomach". It's about the old nova girl, and the new nova girl, and the knots in my stomach, and the knots in my yo-yo string, and Don Knotts. It's my christmas present to anybody who wishes that they were more cold blooded than they are.

It's hard for me to make things crystal clear, but essentially here is how my date with danger went:

day drained delusions

It is too too late, but my eyelids won't close.

My roommate just went to sleep, despite the fact that he has a final, (within the field of his major,) in the early AM tomorrow.

I'm heading down to Tucson earlier than I initially expected, and there isn't going to be room for me to bring my synth in the transport I'm stowing aboard, so I may need to borrow somebody's keyboard while I'm down there. Or I might just bring my computer over to the Palace of Like, and document some white Russian and/or screwdriver fueled jams on the ole' ivory war machine. I didn't finish recording what I needed to on my synth before heading out of town, and it looks like I'll be leaving early in the day tomorrow, so...hmmm.

Anyways, holidays! Saturday I may go see a brutal hardcore show with my brother. Looking forward to that. And my sister coming to town from Tampa for a brief public appearance. Also, I must admit, I am greatly looking forward to Taco Shop, Mondo Mondays, hot tubbing in strange environments, watching A Christmas Story with my brothers, seeing old faces, finding out what grades I got for this semester, watching It's a Wonderful Life with my cat, Mike Tyson, getting smashed on New Years, (and hopefully landing a new year's kiss on a foxy girl,) skyscraper scaling with the new beat generation, and absolutely writing a plethora of new songsss. Whatddya know about that?

I'm going to abandon ship now, and listen to some top notch recordings from one Freddy Ruppert. good evening. er, I mean morning.

haiku for you

stomach harshly growls
these days are the killing days
storms that hardly grow

first it was that look,
then bubblegum in a dish,
now where can I turn?

melody feel stream
my heart is your trashed campus
faucet nose pouring

how goes your daytime?
as rapid as my sprinter's?
pray that is not so


my dead retainer
feels like an alternative
to lip locking loss

I can't find my past
perhaps I misplaced it here,
underneath these clothes

listen up brothers
you know what we're not getting:
younger at all, huh?

nighttime laughs at me
for being such a maroon
oh, what a bully

art and futures

here I am. I am here. it is late. I am restless. my mind continues to gravitate to my loves:




I've been listening to unnatural quantities of jam band songs. on a more perilous note, I scaled mt. humphreys yesterday. the view of the setting sun was worth the the pneumonia I will inevitably contract as a result of the sub-zero conditions of the expedition. inspiration for the future...


I drew up the final draft of my liner notes/artwork a short while ago. I feel the final product is quite satisfactory. I'm heading down to tucson on friday morning. I plan to release the album down there. I'll be bringing my computer, so I'll make sure to put a link up, and I will provide a physical copy for anyone residing in the stone age.


stay on your guard, the drones are dead set on bringing you down, and the beginning is ending.



good tidings

busy busy busy

my ds is my waterloo. you are too.

additionally...

I need a new drum machine for christmas!
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I'm playing the Brootal Sun Fest (http://myspace.com/brootalsunfest) in March. Sometime from the 19th to the 21st.
music & food & nice folks & grave robbing to the max! Should be super superior.

and by the by,
The EP is coming...
I'm shooting to dot the i's and cross the t's and post the link during this upcoming break.

- Tommy

formal introductions

Alright, alright here it goes. Hi, I'm Thomas Way, and this is the blog for my music project, american hyenas.

The music is primarily synthesizer based, and usually has a lot of backround noise. All of the songs are extremely valuable to me, as they come from various parts of my personal life. I also write far too often from a pessimistic perspective, but I'm working on turning that around, and broadening my range of feeling.

I'm well underway with my debut ep, "we're not getting any younger". One new song is on my myspace page, along with three old tracks, and I'll probably put another one up after I release the record.

The album is about becoming a realist, moving past high school, trying to find some action, camping, the digital age of music, falling madly in love with someone you know way too much about, nostalgia, siblings, and illness, among other subjects.

I am going to put a link for a free download of it on here, as well as my myspace, as soon as I get all the kinks out.

I am also going to use this blog to list shows I will be playing, announcements regarding new songs/albums, and just as a general space to ramble the night away.

Here's to hoping you check out the songs and feel something nice.

thanks