Come As You Are

LOQUE

The band "LOQUE" prounounced "Low Kay" is a French word meaning the wreck of a human or in rags. They formed at exactly the right time, turned rags into riches and overcame all adversity. It was the beginning of a new era. When Joe Gallagher Jr. and Tony Digiavonni (aka Tony Dubs) linked with Kala Farnham; a chemical reaction took place and "LOQUE" erupted onto the scene. Once just an acoustic duo, Tony and Joe honed their craft with exceptional harmonies, brilliant songwriting and a determination that Roman legions couldn't break. There was something magical about the combination but to expand they would need another component. Kala Farnham, a strong entity on her own, wrote and performed songs of love, longing and quiet honesty. She had finesse and a graceful demeanor, practically angelic. This was precisely what Joe and Tony were looking for. The rest is history. An original sound is born. "LOQUE" IS a force to be reckoned with. They are a supernatural culmination of beauty conjoined with edge and persistent melody which has thus created songs like "Bullets", "Miss U So Bad" and "Party Animals." Keep an eye out and an ear open, "LOQUE" will make an impact. Period.

Metamorph

Things are happening, things are changing drastically. It's sooo overwhelming but it's all good stuff. I'm trying to find balance in my life. The grind is endlessly tiring but worth it in all ways. Maybe I'm not exactly in the ideal situation. Maybe I've got turmoil surrounding, nipping at my heels. It's closing in and still I find maneuvers to escape it's hold. That's why I feel u can create your own outcome of life. It's like painting a picture. I see my life in mental pictures. Every hill or plateau was designed by me. That's profound to ponder...

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How Do You Like Me Today

Glass Tower

A glass tower shatters in my mind
lucid in it's field
Intrepid, restless and meaningless
A tangled mess it yields
No fruit to enjoy and it bears no bounty
It's the only one left around
Deciding whether or not to destroy it
and leave its pieces on the ground
But why be so beligerant?
In an instant things can change
However somewhere in the mist
There's a lonely bottle of whiskey flushing down the drain
Darkness can be seen in a bazaar encounter with freedom
The serenity never lasts nor provides the means To build a kingdom
A glass tower wreckless indeed
Disappears in a days notice
A flower grown on concrete
With praying mantis and locusts
Then light
Dancing in a parade
A masquerade shuffles through
Blizzards nail the past
Letting dust settle
Forgiveness can't be found
Like a treasure
Jewels never to begotten
A glass tower shatters
ANd the man inside forgotten

Serenity