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Monday, February 2
Dear friend,
I wonder where I want to live. Northeast? Texas? California? I've never lived in the west... Back east had a chill in the air, a chill on the people, but if I never lived there I would never have understood so many things... the meaning of the Nada Surf lyric:
i've got no time i wanna lose
to people with something to prove
what can you do but let them walk
and make your way down the block
I am beginning to think I only understand my emotions after filtering them through music. Certain songs just tap that long lost lust for a real life that everyday things and everyday people seem to obscure. Then again, sometimes I write my words down in an expulsion of words on paper, a process that sometimes ends up poetic. hmm... I'll share an excerpt from yesterday. Who reads this rant anyway?
in fact it's fantastic
training for choices and not for soul searching truth
agnostic automatic and always
I think I was being sarcastic. What's a better descriptor for my lackluster faith in society and the minds we produce? There needs to be a new word for it. It's not sarcasm... damn. It's something, (back to music), that I think is tapped in the old Ned's Atomic Dustbin album Godfodder [pick it up at a used CD store, you'll love it]. I love everything about it. The loathing, the pride, the verbal contradictions that emphasize the message---
when she looks at me
in that tone of voice
she don't need to make a noise
i can read her thoughts
in capital letters
i've lost her since i've met her
Well, all my love to you and yours,
I wonder where I want to live. Northeast? Texas? California? I've never lived in the west... Back east had a chill in the air, a chill on the people, but if I never lived there I would never have understood so many things... the meaning of the Nada Surf lyric:
i've got no time i wanna lose
to people with something to prove
what can you do but let them walk
and make your way down the block
I am beginning to think I only understand my emotions after filtering them through music. Certain songs just tap that long lost lust for a real life that everyday things and everyday people seem to obscure. Then again, sometimes I write my words down in an expulsion of words on paper, a process that sometimes ends up poetic. hmm... I'll share an excerpt from yesterday. Who reads this rant anyway?
in fact it's fantastic
training for choices and not for soul searching truth
agnostic automatic and always
I think I was being sarcastic. What's a better descriptor for my lackluster faith in society and the minds we produce? There needs to be a new word for it. It's not sarcasm... damn. It's something, (back to music), that I think is tapped in the old Ned's Atomic Dustbin album Godfodder [pick it up at a used CD store, you'll love it]. I love everything about it. The loathing, the pride, the verbal contradictions that emphasize the message---
when she looks at me
in that tone of voice
she don't need to make a noise
i can read her thoughts
in capital letters
i've lost her since i've met her
Well, all my love to you and yours,
