Monday, June 16

Partido

Do you pray in the night?
Can you appreciate the wind?
I won't care, I won't fight
I need you close to sing, it's the same beginning

Gone away - It's the same old, same old song
Gone away - It's my whole life in words

I can't breathe when you cry
But I'll be there to hold you tight
I would kill, I would fight
To keep you close I'll keep singing the same way

I won't live
...if you died
If I can feel you in the wind

This is me, It's my life
I'll need you close to sing, it's the same beginning

Gone away - It's the same old, same old song
Gone away - It's my whole life in words
Gone away - It's the same old, same old song
Gone away - It's my whole life...

     And I can't say
     And I don't know
     How far, I'll go



          - Cold, "Gone Away"


Tuesday, June 10

Leslie Zevo

There's got to be a way.

I keep thinking to myself that there is probably music out there that would help me to be a more productive member of society. I need to find an old Kraftwerk disc or something, some John Cage album that's made up of nothing but workmen banging on lead pipes. I need music that sounds like working.

Somewhere out there is a recording of typing in 4/4 time.
Somewhere out there, a soundtrack for detached discipline.

     Melodic Tedium
     Fritz Lang's Greatest Hits
     The Fax Machine, Live at Budokan.

Instead I bring Bowie, Instead I bring Miles.
Instead I fuel my own looking out the window.
Instead I stoke my own burning down.

Do you dream of being somewhere else, of doing better things, of burning your own lines in the sky?

...Or are you just daydreaming again?

    Can you hear me, Major Tom?
    Can you hear me, Major Tom?
    Can you hear me, Major Tom?
    Can you...


Wednesday, June 4

Black Tape for a Blue Cubicle

They say you can't be in two places at the same time. But once in a while you find yourself half a foot in and half a foot out.

     Where you are blurred with where you aren't.
     Who you are washed into a secondary color by who you appear to be.

There reminding me of how much I don't want to be here. Here not solid enough to make it anything else.

When you stand at the edge of the surf, the water will rush over your feet. As it retreats back to the ocean, the sand surrounding your toes gets carried away. If you don't move, you end up standing on a tiny ledge that's only there because your weight kept it from being swept out to sea.

     Half in the water, half on the shore.
     Skating around the rink, desperately clutching the rail.

Something in the rainy skies today, something in the focus through the window. Something I want to see so badly that I will forsake what I am supposed to do just to try and get a better look at it.

I'm not here.

    But I'm not there yet, either.


Monday, June 2

Crunch Crunch Crunch

I'm thinking about getting a show on the food network called "The Gourmet Ice Chewer"

Because when you order a cold drink and you're a person who chews ice, it's just as important to know what you're getting with you're drink as what's going to be in the cup.

There is nothing more disappointing than removing the cup cover and finding nothing but slushie.

     Give me something to sink my teeth into, yo.

I'm chewing this stuff for deep, dark, subconscious reasons... lets make it worth it, people!!!



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