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i gotta watch it a lot i'm better at this than you
i gotta swallow the part that wasn't easy to chew
i got my knife in the back when i was young and unmade
i built a doorstep for you don't leave the things you're afraid of on mine

i am better at this than you, you know. well you do now. oh not you! personally. this is some figurative shit, i assure you. & not even derivative. no it's out & out plagiarism with attribution as if that excuses it, which in this case it does, more or less. it's all 1's & 0's man. & i am better at that than you, that's for goddamn sure. a rule proven by its exceptions, if such a thing exists. if.

i built my house in the mud because i want to stay clean
my windows are all broken i can't afford gasoline
i dance around in a twist thinking what luck it will bring
i watch pedestrians stalk hoping they'll get their little fingers
on time on time on time

time is the most malleable dimension, all fluidity in motion & all & always different from each & every perspective for ever & ever amen. i love & am in love with time, head & heels transposed in a tumbling rush yes this is love, this is my love

i'm thinking this will be better when this is over
sitting on my bed getting un-sober
sleeping in the park hey man scoot over
vagrant as it seems it's alright

amen i say oh yeah amen baby

don't let it go to your head without a place it can stay
you can't give back what you stole by looking the other way
i'm gonna spit it out now you've gotta swear not to peek
because i've already been to where no one cares a thing about time
about time about time about time

it disappoints me in myself that i rely completely on someone else's words to say exactly what i mean but the way words connect things to me i have been forced to get used to it. these are john lombardo's, 'chrome jehovah'.

of all the hung up mistakes with names that i never knew
and you should listen to me because there've been quite a few
there's no way they can connect with what it is you and me do
before the laugh starts to happen after the screaming is through
about time about time about time

unless of course i'm wrong. i'm better at this than you but that doesn't make me right it only makes me sit & grin sardonic & feel the way this feels when it cracks my rough dry lips i lick them again against my better judgement i blame winter for this but it's my fault inadvertent & i do wish this was an unusal sort of thing for me, don't you?

thinking i'll be better when this is over.

wind stirring outside warm insistent it glides through the window open slides across my skin cool in contrast with the radiant heat of me, open

yes open. yes.

things change sometimes in ways you look back realize they have been for how long now? yes all this time & now wondering how this began & happened all the while knowing how necessary it was, this unawareness, because it left you open.

yes.

there is geometry in the humming of the strings ... there is music in the spacing of the spheres ~~ Pythagoras

You hear me say this don't make any sense As I hop up and over the fence Hooked on nicotine and phonics Fun like macro economics Still and quiet like they taught us Fun like macro economics Vigilante thoughts and a cheap guitar I am my own movie star I don't know you I don't want to I don't know you I don't want to
eve 6, tongue tied

could quote lyrics all nightlong and possibly express everything but then again maybe not, since it would be impossible to include enough context, and with me with music it's always contextual. the elaborate process by which these things become one with the soundtrack adds anything from nuances to entirely alternative meanings to these things i quote, and yet, and yet ...

Pacific Sun, you should have warned us, it gets so cold here. And the night can freeze, before you set it on fire. And our flares go unnoticed. Dimminished, faded just as soon as they are fired. We are, we are, intrigued. We are, we are, invisible. Oh, how we've shouted, how we've screamed, take notice, take interest, take me with you. But all our fears fall on deaf ears. Tonight, they're burning the roads they built to lead us to the light. And blinding our hearts with their shining lies, while closing our caskets cold and tight. But I'm dying to live.
dashboard confessional, several ways to die trying
Something 'bout the whiteness of the phone Something 'bout the Genius of Modern Music How can I think How can I fail you? Something 'bout the distance to the nerve Something 'bout white hands of fate I don't deserve The bedroom ghosts
the posies, love letter boxes

between the posies and the dashboard confessional there were things starting seeming like damn good ideas the eve6 is a little mentally healthier for me at the moment.

How much longer will I try before I realize I'm desperate in the situation that I'm in again I'm exhausting yet another topic I've exhausted frequently with no regrets.
eve 6, how much longer

my life is mostly dreamt in the textures my speakers spin around me and i live in a world where the surreal sensation of the loss of these latest dreams fades into a fantasy in which there ... in which there is ... there is no loss (but there is always kansas)

I'm woven in a fantasy, I can't believe the things I see The path that I have chosen now has led me to a wall And with each passing day I feel a little more like something dear was lost It rises now before me, a dark and silent barrier between, All I am, and all that I would ever want be It's just a travesty, towering, marking off the boundaries my spirit would erase

warren zevon, 1.24.47 - 9.7.03. life'll kill ya. but what a life it was, eh?

sentimental hygiene

Every day I get up in the morning and go to work
And do my job whatever
I need some
Sentimental hygiene
Everybody's at war these days
Let's have a mini-surrender
I need some
Sentimental hygiene

Everybody's had to hurt about it
No one wants to go without it
It's so hard to find it
Sentimental hygiene

Every night I come home exhausted
From trying to get along
I need some
Sentimental hygiene
Everybody's joining up to fight
For the right to be wrong
I need some
Sentimental hygiene

Some nights I drive my car
Up and down the boulevard
It's so hard to find it
Sentimental hygiene

Everybody's had to hurt about it
No one wants to go without it
It's so hard to find it
Sentimental hygiene

Some nights I drive my car
Up and down the boulevard
It's so hard to find it
Sentimental hygiene
Sentimental hygiene
I need some
Sentimental hygiene

~warren zevon

(note: no it hasn't. but anyway.)

... and it went a little like this:
sunday (sigh) screw with website think about sex pop a beer realize i've still got a lot of downloading to do at allofmp3.com i mean goodgod half a gig for five bucks i'm barely half there. let's review: lonely horny melancholy beer and ... mp3s. this can't be good right?

it starts out ok i fill out a bit of my long lost rush collection and and then the related albums, the damn related albums ... from rush we hit boston, wander through bad company (!), along through foreigner (no thanks, we're pretty *ahem* well stocked there) but from there doncha know it's just a short slide down the slippery slope to journey and *whew* don't see anything here i want (oddly enough i am looking at a couple of records and knowing for a fact i wore the grooves off the vinyl versions a quarter century ago so you'd think the songs would be engraved in my brain but not even a glimmer i figure probably the engraving was fine but the brain, well...) probably best that way i pass on the journey however i do grab a little boston on the way out the way out i said, trying i'm trying well sort of it's a mighty (pathetic) struggle and ... no. nope. can't do it. i'm stuck somewhere between 1975 and 1985 and oh look! i'm even wearing the same clothes. huh. well if i've got the lowrise flares and the platforms what's to stop me from feathering my hair? haven't done a full-blown farrah flip in a long, long time. (the full five minutes i sat here staring into space between these two sentences demonstrates just how far gone i am) and why not? isn't big hair retro again yet? maybe i should bring it back myself personally. screw patience let's kill something (oh yeah long lost and way gone)

don't send search parties, unless they have some kind bud, ok? and styling products.
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in what surely must be related news, i'm number one on yahoo for slowly losing my mind on drugs. rock on!

my mp3 collection: the top ten

tool 230:19
yes 208:50
kansas 114:59
bad religion 102:18
nirvana 97:42
pink floyd 97:33
pinching judy 96:03
rush 76:11
meat puppets 61:03
john denver 54:07

oh. and the tool? that's just tonight. i had a little binge, shall we say. it's closer to two-fifty with all the live performances with other people included.

i need lyrics. i can't tell you why, you'll just have to trust me. do you trust me? good then. that's settled.

so, has anybody seen me in the last, say, twenty years? if so, did i appear to have my head under a rock, or was i perhaps living in some sort of cave? i'm trying to figure out why i had no idea bad religion was so fucking brilliant. i knew i liked a song or two, but i was just looking up the lyrics for anesthesia tonight because ... well, i was also looking for i wanna be sedated and things of that nature, because i had to keep busy waiting for the pills to kick in and ... that's not important.

the important thing is i ended up at this br discography, just mindblown. and now i am obsessing contentedly, with the kazaa over here and the discography over there and the lyricbase ...

maybe the universe was saving this for some night i really needed it. i owe the universe bigtime for this, you have *no* idea.

and my pleasure center is the shelter for a reptile too!

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can't stop
I

Some will die in hot pursuit
In fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit
While sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life
And drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain

out of the blue i remembered pepper. oddly enough i remembered the album was called electric larryland before i remembered pepper. but i have a weird mind.

after a quick download, it struck me how similar the song is to people who died. so i'm going back and forth between the two songs -- death in texas vs. death in new york. and i'm diggin' it.

in other news, there was a guy in vons at ten o'clock at night in a tshirt and a towel.