Whisper @ MindSay

The Cab's new album Whisper War -- Augh, so before I even get into the album, I have a few complaints. I try very hard to give you guys a little bit of background about the band or the album before I get into the music; it helps set the scene for what I'm about to talk about. One of my biggest frustrations is when bands act like they're big and then don't even have a damn 'About Us' section. And sometimes, that wouldn't bother me, but with this band in particular, it's like they're nothing but pretty faces with no personality.

I'm going to be honest with you; I'm very torn on this album. Half of me loves it and the other half is disgusted with it. It's nothing but pure boy band fluff -- pretty faces (their pianist looks like a freaking girl) with pretty voices (and they do sound really good) singing trite and angst-ridden lyrics (who is this "girl" that everyone keeps singing to?). "Vegas Skies" is an entire song dedicated to (of course) "girl", alcohol references, and lyrics that sound like the poetry I used to write when I was twelve and thought my life was OVER because I got in a spat with my best friend. But if you can manage to completely ignore the lyrics, the steady piano and the light violins in the background combined with the acoustic bridge makes it a song that could really pull on your heartstrings. "One Of THOSE Nights" is the track that is most like their city- and labelmates Panic! At The Disco, but with a really shallow boy band twist. Believe me, if you're looking for a Panic! fix, don't come here. That's not to say this song isn't enjoyable on it's own, because it does have it's moments -- and can I just say, the electric guitar solo in the background near the end made me laugh the first time I heard this song. Seriously guys, what the hell was that? And "Risky Business"? Pretty sure I've heard this before... oh wait, "London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines"! Except P!ATD did it incredibly better, with real lyrics and relevant references. But now I'm just poking fun at them, rather than actually reviewing them.

Now if you're okay with a boy band that literally sucks other genres into it and spits it back out onto a cd, then these guys will be great for you. I like a little bit more substance in my music, but I'm not everyone. All in all, The Cab sound like a shallow Panic! At The Disco trying to include their *NSYNC boyfriends in an attempt to build a Maroon 5 / All Time Low hybrid album. If that sounds appealing to you (and I know of a few people that it will) then go ahead and get them. I mean, they honestly make a great attempt at a boyband, and will probably be the heartthrobs of the rising generation -- but keep in mind, this is the same rising generation that has photos of themselves in their bras and panties at the tender age of 13.

I can feel your warm breath on my neck,  in between kisses . . . and feel you rock your hips  and press harder  against me . . . the  little whimpers  as my cock gets harder and you slide further on me . . .

“Don’t move . . . shhh!”   You hold your hand  to my face and turn my mouth to yours and kiss me  . . .  and rock harder and faster . . .

“Don’t move . . . “  and I hear you catch your breath and  whimper more . . .  I kiss tears from your cheeks and then kiss your neck  . . .  you  only let me push you back enough to so I  can suck hard on your nipples  . . . and  I feel your knees tighten around me and your arms pull me  tight  . . . as you tilt your head  back  . . . deep breaths and I  take  my  chance to suck  very hard on your  nipples.   You press against me and raise your hips  . . .  and  rock harder with  each stroke . . . I  slide my  hand between your  cheeks and you  lean just  enough . . . where my hand is  wet, playing between your lips . . . 

 

You moan again and I play with your lips and kiss away  tears . . . until I feel your arms tighten  . . . and I push as hard  as I can against you .  . .until you cry out . .  .

“Don’t stop . . . “    And you whisper sweet sin in my ear and more . . .

 

This minute leads to  another, and we still  . . .   then  another and another . . . and I  shake the robe off us . . . and taste your slick  sweet  sweat from my  fingertips . . .

 

I’ve  felt you tighten around my  cock  twice  and it  gives me a  new surge and you press . . .and rock and press hard . . . 

 

With only a few  seconds left . . . I pull you close to me and you wrap your  legs  tightly around  my  waist as I push back and quickly for your  pleasure . . .  a minute and  still I  want one more . . .and  one more . . . your  fragrance in every  breath, sweet words in  my ear . . . and the taste of you on  my lips . . .   The flow comes  with the hardest push, and  I fill you  and feel you warmer and wet  . . . pushing  hard  again  as the  flow returns . . .you  whimper and we sit again in the chair with you wrapped around me . . .slowly rocking . . . you hips and thighs wet on my lap  . . .

 

You bury  your face against my  neck again and  I get  kisses on top  of kisses . . . and slowly you rock your  hips . . . against the  pulse of my cock . . . sliding  easily  . . . whispering in my ear . .  .   

"'Go out and stand before me on the mountain,' the Lord told him.  And as Elijah stood there, the Lord passed by, and a mighty windstorm hit the mountain.  It was such a terrible blast that the rocks were torn loose, but the Lord was not in the wind.  After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake.  And after the earthquake there was a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire.  And after the fire there was the sound of a gentle whisper.  When Elijah heard it, he wrapped his face in his cloak and went out and stood at the entrance of the cave.

   "And a voice said, 'What are you doing here, Elijah?'"

                                                 

                                                       -1 Kings 19:11-20 (NLT)

We talk a lot in the church about the "still small voice" that Elijah heard in this scripture.  I think it's an important quality of God to keep in mind, especially in today's times because, let's face it, our world is noisy.  In all the hustle and bustle of our modern world, it can be very easy to miss that voice.  I hear a lot of people say that they pray, but that God never answers, and I have two problems with that.  The first is an issue of timing.  I think a lot of us are so rushed that we never consider the fact that God's timing might be a little slower than we would prefer.  That's really an entirely different topic, though.  My second issue is this: how often do we consider the idea that perhaps God has answered our prayers and we just didn't notice it because it was only a whisper?

I think it's interesting that this passage from 1 Kings specifically states that God did not come to Elijah in the wind.  I feel God in the wind all the time.  Actually, it seems to be His method of choice for speaking to me.  Granted, Elijah experienced a mighty windstorm, which is not the case for me, but it's still intriguing to me.  I had a moment like that tonight...

It's been unusually balmy here in Columbus, OH the past couple of days, so we've all been running around with no jackets and no shoes like it was summertime.  Today it was very humid and still, which made the 70 degree heat almost uncomfortable.  Tonight, around 11, I realized I had left something in my car that I needed, so I ran out to get it.  As I walked the 50 feet to my car, I felt the rain begin.  As I turned back towards the house from my car a gentle breeze came up.  For most people, that would have been nothing; for me it was the complete reassurance I had been praying for.  Had I been expecting a hurricane, I probably would have missed it entirely.

Perhaps we all need to remember that God isn't much of a shouter...

tell what it means to love and not recieve
what is this life of hatrid and cruelty?
when apologies don't mean anything
and not even whispers are friendly
i'm beginning to feel exhausted
just a little bit deceased
i'm dying every minute
and it's nothing but a plea
for me to say, finally, that I am truly sorry
and you to turn away, violently
as if you never saw me

I was on a 'chick trip' this past weekend and we were in the pub at Apollo Bay. Picture six girls in a group when two guys walked past (three times!)
(whispering)
Guy 1: Just go introduce yourself.
Guy 2: You go.
Guy 1: No you.

He did introduce himself, got introduced around the circle and suddenly his friends (the whole footy team) seemed to gravitate towards us.

*giggle* How cute. True, they were all 20 - 23 years old (a couple looked even younger) but when they started telling us how exotic we were, it was really quite funny.

Guy 3: You don't see many girls with curly black hair here - mainly blonde surfie chicks and they all look the same.

Very insightful

Sorry about the lack of posts (and I know I promised a long post last night, but Grey's Anatomy was on ...) but I will do my best to update more often!