Brutal.

Sometimes you have to be. 

Heard:

     Am I waking up at all today? 

Thoughts:

     I am often struck with visions of nostalgia. No one can have anyone forever. Its just the way it is. In this life and the next I wonder. 

Heard:

     What a fun band. Lyrics are clever too.

@ 1:33
I'm not sure if its love anymore
But I've been thinking of you fondly for sure.
Remember what your heart is for.

The older, the golder.

I can taste my youth when I hear the songs from it.

Mood Music.

     The American Dollar makes your whole life feel like it is taking place in the movie "Lost in Translation" or some other deep, brooding cinematic vision of complexity and distance. Pound for pound I have to rank their sound right up there with E.I.T.S. Vast, echoing guitars, a choppy, latent pulse and all the ambient sounds one could expect from avante-garde instrumental rockers. Their newest album "Awake In the City" was released last month, you can listen to it and purchase here: http://theamericandollar.bandcamp.com/album/awake-in-the-city

Waiting.

     Sometimes you just know how much you could love someone but it just doesn't matter. Sitting around. Thinking about the past, present and future. Wondering what it is all adding up to.

Thoughts:

Thoughts on getting off just seem like the same thoughts as getting out. Exit or entrance. Let's just go.

Heard:

Small Brown Bike is amazing and if you don't agree, then I am sorry.

Thoughts:

     Perhaps youth being wasted on the young is not quite as tragic as life be wasted on the living. It is tough to always remain objective and I can see how people just get tired of the things that make life what it is. As the body wearies, so does the mind to a respective degree. Although childlike wonder will always remain, I question if it has almost become something that I resent at times, but resent in a way that you want something that you cannot have.

Heard:

Fang Island = ambiguous + crescendo.

Heard:

The girl has got style.

Heard:

@ 1:23
Mother, you know I'm sorry,
But sorry's pregnant with remorse
And when remorse is born, remorse won't see
An ounce of child support.
@ 2:10
Now I hate my love,
And now the other man's floating in the dead man's sea
And he's floating face-down, 'cause he's a dead man, see?

Thespianism.

Heard:

http://www.punknews.org/bands/thehunters

These guys hit all my heart strings.

Utility:

This is one of my favorite websites.

http://www.animatedknots.com/

Another day.

     Well here we are. It is windy and sunny out right now. If this is a routine, I guess I don't mind it so much.

Ya know?

It's hard to get along with lovers. I need someone who is not like all the others.

Where is that gal that can act like a pal?

Jealous in moderation, but more into our chemical relation.

I think I saw her, or at least one like her. 

She left. But I knew before. 

So here I go. Trying to relate. 

Idiot Box

Heard:

Surfing on a rocket is doing what you love. 

Simple truth.