I couldn’t sleep last night.
At first I was kept up by a red bull … that was necessary to wake me up … in order to study for an exam … so that I might do well in my java class … so that i might have some useful skills in the real world … so that i might be given money to implement my skills … so i might be able to get rich and famous enough to be successful in my own band, no matter how bad we are.
I took an email break and started sifting through some old mail in search of a link I wanted to send a friend. First of all, the Search function in Mail.app sucks so I essentially had to go through e-mails one by one looking for urls. I have so much e-mail saved on my computer, from so many people I barely speak to anymore.
“What, didn’t those 516 messages I sent you mean anything to you??”
This is life and I don’t mind, and I got to laugh, cuz the people I know write freakin’ hilarious emails.
So now that it’s today, and I’m sleepy and nostalgic and working my mind so-oh-good trying to hang on to the subtle differences between member classes, factory classes, blah blah blah
I find myself in the mood for a little D. Plan. They’re lyrics are awesome. And it makes me moist to know that their sexy lead singer, Travis Morrison, is still out there making music and updating his blog. Grab a change of underwear and check out his MP3’s.
If I were in a cover band (just give me time, baby), I’d say: “this song is for all the good people i’ve been lucky to know in my life — i miss you guys.”
There’s a kind of music that reminds me of you
It’s all clear expensive drinks and shiny shirts
And the click of heels as they descend from the taxi
Like the first foot on the moon, oh, and it glows with ache
And if it hits me right it’s almost too much to take
And it’s got right angle razor thin lines
That turn and swerve like perfect sines
As we dress to the nines in an
Attempt to leave it all behind
In a search of the moment between the seconds where
Everything is just fine
That silver thread imbedded deep within our spines
And I used to be kind of weird about this
A fear of dependence on a guilty gilt-edged
Hedged transcendence that makes us liars
And tense when we look down and realize
That nothing really suspends us
But it was never just another Saturday night
Not with you in attendance
So throw your hands in the air
And wave them like you just don’t care
It’s on a whim; it’s on a dare
To shrug away what we can’t bear
And we’re going back and forth
And back and forth and back and forth and back
We’re going back and forth
And back and forth and back and forth and back
And it’s a deep blue see-through membrane that protects us
It connects us, a pulsing cellophane
Party-train skein that helps us and
Envelopes and keeps us locked inside
Forever and ever along for the ride
And we’re moving through a phosphorescent gel
A semi-solid self-lit ocean and it?s a funny notion, isn’t it?
Yeah, but I’m kinda digging it
And it’s rigged and isn’t nearly so big
And it speaks only of its own
Perpetual near miss
Like the uncertain memory
Of a stranger’s mistaken kiss
And faces slide by in glowing shadows
Like snowbound ghosts that go up and down
In epileptic shivers and negative radioactive slivers
In a landscape of endless dull glitter
And a taste in my mouth so sweet, yet so bitter
And we exhaust ourselves trying to get there
Somebody scream all right
We’ll try to fill the echoless night
So fasten up and hold tight
We can’t give up without a fight
And we’re going back and forth
And back and forth and back and forth and back
We’re going back and forth
And back and forth and back and forth and back
So in the end, whatever, we die, we dissolve
Equations unbalanced, riddles unsolved
And we were never connected or involved
Except for the intersections and crazy mathematics
With no time and no space and no schedule and no place
And we pass right through it without a trace
And sometimes that music drifts through my car
On a spring night when anything is possible
And I close my eyes and I nod my head
And I wonder how you been and I count to a hundred and ten
Because you’ll always be my hero, even if I never see you again
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