The Sarcastic Dharma Society
Live at Laughing Horse
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    01. Empathy

    If it's two years since I've seen you, I apologize for leaving
    for not grieving, disappointing you, with reason
    but I swear I did the best with what I had

    If you call me with a cell phone from a bridge when you are seething
    desperation in your breathing, open wounds, unfinished feelings

    is it my fault, what you have done?
    If I've moved on, have I done wrong?
    If you forgive me, will you leave me alone?

    You know I don't expect an understanding
    resolute in your meandering, speaking up to hear yourself
    but don't you guilt my heart with your heartache
    You know even on a great day I can hardly break free from the blankets that shelter me.

    And I know you are sad
    the way we are all sad
    I know that you are lost
    and that you think I am your home
    but I cannot take care of myself
    What would ever make you believe I could care for somebody else?

    Is it my fault, what you have done?
    If I've moved on, have I done wrong?
    If you forgive me, will you leave me alone?

    02. 3am

    I'm biking by your house at 3am
    I told myself I wouldn't, but I am
    I know I should be trying to be a man
    but I'm too busy trying to think of the saddest thing I can

    Like, It's probably warm in there
    Clean pillows and your freshly shampooed hair

    Goddamn it's been an awful year
    I can't believe that I'm still here
    Holy shit, I really thought I would die
    And I've fucked up every thing I've tried

    And you're probably warm in there
    With your new person, and their new hands in your hair

    I'm lying in the grass at 3am
    I don't know what I'm waiting for or where I am
    I've no direction, I have no plan
    but I can't think of a single reason that I should stand

    So I'm watching these clouds blow by the moon
    and I'm trying, or I'm trying not, to think of you

    I can't give up on loving you
    but that's exactly what you want me to do
    I wanna be the one who's loving you
    but you don't want me and there's nothing I can do

    Goddamn this is an awful year
    I can't believe that I'm still here
    And holy shit, I really wanted to die
    But I've fucked up every time I've tried

    And you're probably warm in there
    With your new person in the bed we used to share

    03. Never

    I told you that I would never leave
    and what I told you, I believed

    Who knew you could be wrong
    about your own heart?
    How was I to know you weren't the whole
    but just a small part?

    I am in awe of how hard I must fight
    to hold on to a feeling for more than a night

    04. Surrender To You

    Hold back
    I can't say what I wanna say
    and I know that
    but I rehearse it anyway
    Every day, as I wake, when I shower, when I shave
    I rewrite, I rephrase, I rethink what I'd say

    And what I'd say is:

    "I know you.
    You don't believe in love.
    But I'll show you.
    This isn't what you're thinking of.
    This is something new.
    And lord knows I was skeptical, too.

    My head tells me this can't be true.
    It's a lustful impulse gone askew.
    But my heart's been fighting hard for you,
    and I can see its point of view.
    But with all the feelings I've been through,
    there's nothing honest I can do,

    but surrender to you.

    And then you do whatever feels right to you.
    Kiss my face and let me comfort you.
    Or slap it hard and bruise me black and blue.
    Either way I give this self to you.
    And I'm sorry if you didn't want me to,
    but I surrender to you."

    05. This Fool

    There is no way out of this town
    I've followed every train track and road that I've found
    and they circle round and round
    I'm trapped in this body
    Sad, captive, and sorry
    I want to get out and I wanna find the end
    and sever my ties to the people I've been
    and live a righteous life
    or give a selfless love
    or do whatever a good person does
    to end up in heaven above

    You put your faith into this fool
    Gave him a thousand second chances to start new
    But every time he comes back
    saying he would never do that
    with a thousand selfish reasons
    for the thousand selfish ways
    I will hurt you

    You know that people can't be trusted to be good
    Why would you lie and say that you believed they could?

    So you know that I could be the guy
    who loves you every day until you die
    but I am probably just somebody who will make you cry
    It's more than likely that I might be just a waste of time

    My bones are scarred from things that I've done wrong
    And you will learn to hate my face in time
    And everything that we will ever do
    is everything that we have ever done
    And everything that I will ever say
    I'll say with this song:
    That, what I wanted for you and me
    and what happened to you and me
    are two very different things
    And that difference is the reason every singer sings

    And where does that leave me?
    Hoping no one will ever see
    how worthless I am
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    01. The Light

    tonight i can see all the stars
    that are dying or dead, or living well fed
    i feel the light from the things that they've said
    as i walk the blocks to where i know you'll be
    and i kick the rocks and look up at the trees
    wondering, "will you remember me?"

    02. The Giving Tree

    what happened to me didn't happen very long
    less than a moment and something else had begun
    and people aren't the same for very long
    and when i hear you've got a new favorite song

    i fall upon my temporary knees
    and i scream "please please please,"
    that, like the giving tree
    i need to be useful to be happy

    i wanna give away my love.
    i wanna give away my love.

    most of what i have i don't deserve
    and the parts that i do aren't very good
    and if i gave this heart another go
    sold this self to someone i hardly know

    i fall upon my temporary knees
    and i scream "please please please,"
    that, like the giving tree
    i need to be useful to be happy

    i wanna give away my love.
    i wanna give away my love.

    what do i believe? what do i think i need?
    what do i believe? what do i think i need?

    03. My War

    like at the end of a war
    we both walk away
    go back to our lives
    pretend we're the same

    and you said, "go home.
    no more war in my heart."
    and left for wherever you are
    by the dawn's early light

    but that was our home
    at the center of that mad mad fight
    now i see i am alone
    by the dawn's early light
    an aimless and endless refrain
    by the dawn's early light
    by the dawn's early light

    04. Our Lives

    and i crawl into bed when i'm not even tired
    pretend it's five hours from now and you're calling to say
    that you're on your way

    and i will be here when you walk through the door
    and i will come running from out from wherever i'm hiding to say,
    "i know that you've had a long day,
    but these are our lives,
    and these are our good times,
    and i love my life--can't believe that it's mine.
    hold my hand, and feel my body,
    forget that i'm sorry, just know that i'm warm.

    05. Moving On

    your oh so tired eyes falling asleep on me
    the movie on pause while i wait when you have to go pee
    will i forget these things and be happy?
    i should have known something that great would eventually leave

    telling you what you said in your sleep
    listening to your stuffy nose breathe
    the way you burnt yourself on every cup of tea
    the moments apart when i knew you were thinking of me
    will i forget these things and be happy?
    i guess i knew something that great would eventually leave

    06. Molly

    i gave away everything that i owned
    all the few posessions and ambitions that i once that were my own
    because i was confronted by the truth about our lives
    that we are here to love each other
    while we have the time

    don't wait, hold my hand
    i give thanks for whatever i have

    and i became a flower because of you
    because of you i give my fragrance
    i learn to walk
    i reach you
    i learn to talk
    i write my song
    and it goes
    "oh, how i love you. oh, how i have loved you."
    when i met you, when i kissed you
    when i followed and when i led
    through the forest, and the desert
    and the softness of our bed
    when we argued, when we forgave
    called each other the same name
    as we grew up, when you gave up
    when you left me, still i sang, that,
    "oh, how i love you. oh, how i have loved you"
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    The Sarcastic Dharma Society
    "Simeon’s Dilemma" (by WHY?)
    Other People’s Songs (Volume One)

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  • oh hay! we’re on the radio in portland sometimes. thanks, KZME!

    regram from @theblastunicorn:

    hey! that’s my love! on the radio! @sarcasticdharma #famous #heart #youremostlywhatithinkabout

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  • yoni wolf (of the band WHY?) shares some of his thoughtful thoughts on sex and intimacy:


    Someone just asked me this:

    I’m gonna ask you a personal question… How often do you get offered sex? On a daily basis?

    here’s the long answer:

    I am aware that in my position (rapper in a semi-famous band) the possibility exists for indulging in many short term trysts with young ladies.  I am often tempted and I have, on occasion, dabbled, but all in all, I am a quite solitary and sexless guy who thinks about the act way more than I have the courage to enter into it.  Considering most women/girls I might meet are from varying parts of the world (and most often not Cincinnati), it would take a lot of engineering and strategizing to manufacture an encounter in which sex might be a possibility.  I am not the type to make a leap of faith bet on an individual I’ve only met on the internet or at one of my concerts.  I am way too fickle for that kind of forced meeting to carry us (hypothetical lady and I) into something meaningful.  When I have tried (and I have once or twice) in the past, it has always gone south (no pun intended because (i believe) on all accounts, neither party has).

    Don’t get me wrong, there was a time when I went home with a lot of girls after shows.  I would sleep with them once and then be on to the next town— usually with no further contact.  This always left me feeling empty and depressed and guilty.  But in another few days I would forget about these negative side effects and be on the prowl again.  I used to refer to my prowling self as “Steiny” after my friend’s uncle’s 80’s era swinging middle-aged bachelor buddy.  “Uh oh, Steiny’s loose”…This was sort of code for the rest of the band to know what I was about that evening.  The persona was very much an ironic joke, but was, in a way, an accurate portrayal of my character if judged from afar: sleazy, aging (even though I was in my mid to late 20s, I was after girls several years my junior), and sort of desperate.  

    I suppose I eased up on these kind of encounters gradually as my 20’s came to a close and I started to get sicker and sicker with Crohn’s and later really serious anemia and eventually I lost my sex drive almost completely and sex became physically impossible.  During this time I would try to masturbate to warm the bed in winter or to help me fall asleep but usually wasn’t able to maintain long enough to come to fruition.  

    I have been in recovery from the anemia for about a year—still not up to ‘normal’ blood levels but pretty close.  The Crohn’s continues to be a struggle but I am hopeful.  I find myself at 33 (nearly 34), relatively healthy in body (mind, debatable), feeling this longing and lust again; ogling girls at shows and on the internet— probably some of you are reading this.  I have begun to converse with attractive young ladies on the ‘net, flirting I suppose.  I feel compelled to these conversations— as adolescent as they are—by my constant urge.  I delve into sex fantasies about girls half my age (plus a few years :-/ ).  I started looking at porn again and hate myself every time I do.  

    My sex drive is mighty and bound like samson in the hands of the Philistines.  I suppose the Philistines in this case is my guilt, the HPV that emerged along with the anemia still hasn’t quite fully quelled, my fortress of solitude/ fear of the act itself and intimacy generally, and the idea that I want to have something meaningful and lasting.  I think Buck 65 said it best on his old underground hit ‘The Centaur’:  “…I’m looking for true love, not groupies and freaks…”  I suppose I’m getting to that age.  Most of my friends and associates have coupled up and are having kids and all that.  I have fantasies of that kind of life; surrounded by family and feeling like an integral part of something intimate and close.  Perhaps I’m getting close to propagating time or perhaps I’m just lonely, shiftless, and afraid of death in a convoluted way.

    There is a woman who has lingered in my life for nearly twenty years.  Sometimes I entertain the idea of her as partner.  We have discussed the idea lightly, but there’s so much residue and twisted history; so many echoes of terrible shit I’ve said to her rattling around the hollows of the universe.  Not sure how to come back from all that to build something in the present and forward looking.  And even if I might be willing to try, I am sure that she is not sure about me as partner (though we are and will remain great friends).  

    Meanwhile, my right big toe has been numb for a week and a half, I have mold in one closet, my gutters are falling off, water is getting in behind the flashing and doing damage to the walls, the light fixture in the back room hasn’t worked for  months, I over-eat to the detriment of my digestive system—every day I tell myself I will be good but to no avail, and I am constantly looking at social media on my damn phone.  I can’t seem to get to work on anything for more than an hour before I decide to eat or masturbate again.  I’m working on it all though…Spring will be here soon, right? 

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  • i got to see WHY? play last night—it was incredible. way too good. beautiful, inspiring, depressing, nostalgic, fantastic, ridiculous. they opened with the coolest arrangement of “Waterfalls” that i can imagine happening and i pretty much died. the one in this video is totally different, but it’s also rad, listen to it.

    (also i ran into this guy there who said he heard about WHY? and was at the show because of the cover of “Simeon’s Dilemma” that i did. so that was pretty awesome. if you should happen to be reading this, thanks for saying hi!)

    i’m assuming that anyone reading this either just saw or is already planning to go see them play if they’re touring anywhere near them, but, still: go see this band. they are the best.


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    The Sarcastic Dharma Society
    Simeon’s Dillema (by WHY?)
    Other People’s Songs (Volume One)

    stream/download for free: here.




    you’re the only proper noun i need

    This is how you cover a fucking Why? song….


    ooohhhhh myyy ggooodddddd what the fuck this cover!!! i want to listen to it forever and ever. i can’t even bring myself to reblog this because it means i have to stop pressing play every time the audio file stops. install this in my ears for always.

    reblogging myself on behalf of more tumblr notes/plays than i’ve ever seen on something that i made. thanks everybody for sharing stuff, it’s seriously the weirdest and most amazing feeling ever that i have no idea how to express with words. please keep doing that. also, how is it that WHY? is as amazing as they are? holy hell i love that band. (also also, i was 20 when i recorded this and now i’m 25 and what the fuck life.)

    all of the love,

    (Source: twentytwoandtired)

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