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Where I come from
I am cold
They’re waiting for the day to come
I chew my lips
And I scratch my nose
It feels so good to be a rose
Oh don't, don't you lift me up
Like I'm so shy
No no no no no
Just give it up
See there are bats all dissolving in a row
Into a wishy-washy dark that can't let go
I cannot let go
So I thank the Lord
And I thank his sword
Though it be mincing up the morning, slightly bored
Oh, oh morning without warning like a hole
And I watch you go
There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road
There are some dragons who were built to have and hold
And some machines are dropped from great heights lovingly
And some great bellies ache with many bumblebees
I do as I please
Now I'm on my knees
Your skin is something that I stir into my tea
And I am watching you
And you are starry, starry, starry
Oh and you will never ever know how very sorry
You will be -
I am
Now I'm tumbling down
And I check a frown
It's why I love this town
Just look around
To see me serenaded hourly!
Celebrated sourly
Dedicated dourly
Waltzing with the open sea
Clam, crab, cockle, cowrie
Oh will you just look at me
- Clam Crab Cockle Cowrie, Joanna Newsom | | |
| sitting in your sisters volvo
in the parking lot
of a chinese restaurant
in salem, new hampshire
listening to elliott smith
on compact disc
his third album
sounds pretty good
and all i want, at least right now
is to be close to you
the smell of your hair is literally amazing
honestly
this is like one of those awesome dreams
where you get to hang out with the guys from fugazi
and you're so frustrated and angry
that it was just a dream
yeah, but this is not goodbye
this is just goodnight
you're back to massachusetts and i'm to the north
i'll see you in six or seven days
six or seven days
and i'm watching you watching me falling over
and i'm watching you watching me falling over
oh something happens and i'm head over heels, i never find out 'til i'm head over heels, something happens and i'm head over heels, oh don't take my heart don't break my heart don't don't don't don't throw it away.
so long - jason anderson
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| something to listen to if you want to cry yourself to sleep sometime:
not much a friday night
pinball, lower east side
walked out of the past and into the bar
i used to think about you all the time
i would think about you all the time
now it just feels weird, cause there you are
the damage is done
i feel like a kid again
my eyes are glued to the floor
i hope i mumbled goodbye as you walked out the door
the damage is done
"damage" - yo la tengo | | |
| am at kelly's house. doing college stuff and so forth. tomorrow is our anniversary, zachary. i love you! uhhh... that's it. check out my background, kelly took the picture. so it's cool, i have permission.  | | |
| i am here in my father's rather bare apartment, hot as hell with three fans blowing, and i can't sleep. i'll miss this this, i suppose. those of you that have also been changed by this one bedroom and half a bath shithole i invite you to pay your last respects. it's really not such a bad little place. depressing as hell, but i like it still. the worst is over. | | |
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