"When Armageddon's been locked and loaded
I will come back for you (I will come back for you)
I will come back for you (I will come back for you)" Swan Song
words were never meant to express how it feels to lose something important to you - and so while I might try to explain what a little old hardcore band from Worcester means to me it won't exactly make sense to many of you. I've been shooting the band for about 15 years starting as a skinny tall guy in the pit that would stop to take a photo every now and again between whirlwinds and picking up the change. I morphed into a fat tall guy with a camera in my hand and a flash in the other and the words in my lungs and my booty shaking as I snap the shutter and try to capture the magic that is hardcore. I don't know that the images that i create - moving or still ever really do justice to the experience but I hope that people like them and that they last past the last wind pushing the last lyrics out of my throat.
I fucking love you guys....
This is the last rodeo - jump on and hang on for dear life
Bobby, Zach, Aaron D, Aaron B, James
Bane - Swan Song Warren NJ 2016Today won't be like yesterday The bell tolls for an hour straight Screaming mothers chase their children down Fathers tear out their eyes As the city topples to the ground Outside the streets are in a panic Truth sellers leap from tall, tall ledges No sign of Christ with a sword in his mouth Beneath the blood red sky I'll sit and laugh with you tonight This is a promise I made to you I'll be right there I'll be right next to you When the trumpets blare the loudest and cannons roar All that trains that once came for you Spill of the tracks floor All your horrors multiply And you realize your fears I'll block your ears with both of my hands Kiss away the tears When Armageddon's been locked and loaded I will come back for you I will come back for you When Armageddon's been locked and loaded I will come back for you (I will come back for you) I will come back for you (I will come back for you)
Ali Vs Frazier
Bane - Ali Vs Frazier Warren NJhow many more days will you sit and talk about your ambitions all that you can be the person you are dying to be the place you want to get to but always out of reach before that fury swells inside of you grows so big that it forever quiets you stand up to your demons make a run at your goliath find the best, find the worst waiting in both of you it's not the who or the what that is lasting but how you fight that is the fight the only mark that will not leave you and i will feel my heart drum its final beat if it meant that i have given this my all there's nothing left for me to believe in if not you, if not this... what else is there but death? (it's your call...it's all on you) give more give everything give blood
Count Me Out
Bane - Count Me Out Warren NJ 2016I can still see the reasons that I opened my eyes to this scene in the first place. I can still feel my beleifs growing stronger - stronger everyday. I can still count the ways but for you its all over. The feeling is gone and you're moving on and tearing us down with you. You've shed your past. Grown up fast, demanding that we all mature at your pace. But here I'll remain refusing to change remembering when we were the same I support your decision, I believe in change and hope you find just what it is that you are looking for. But when you sit around and talk shit about everything that you once based your whole life on, well that is where you can count me out. Because I will be here tomorrow, and I will be here next year, just like this X on the back of my hand, I'm not going nowhere.
This Is My Therapy
Bane - This Is My Therapy Warren NJ 2016This is my therapy You breath life into me My only sanity Within these walls is where I'm free Square peg, round hole Faces come and faces go There is so little cast in stone Regarding life, luck, loss, love But there is one thing that I know for sure These are the only crowded rooms Because of these days I'll never have nothing at all Because of these times there's only so far I can tell There will always be a place, there will be a crowded room Where I'm not all alone The years have come and multiplied So much of me has been washed out with the tide Still there's nowhere else That I'd rather be Drawn like a moth to a flame Without these days I'd have gone insane So many hearts pinned to so many sleaves Within these blessed walls You have set me free There is no mistake that I'm not free to make All because of six strings stretched across a board
All Images Captured with #NikonLove
Still Photos to follow in a new post later today