it's that time of year again
where I start feeling more and more "what am I doing with my life and where do I want to go?"
"is school really what's best for me?"
"how much effort do I need to be putting into it?"
"if Indian food is so great, why do I always get explosive diarrhea the morning after?"
important questions indeed.
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but life's been good.
Dan Mangan - Fair Verona
Turn the bars into cars
And wait for the lights to change
And take shape of people we used to know
'Til they grow less fond of knowing
And we can ride in the night
And discard all the facts on our backs
Remembering the thoughts we thought
Since we got over our parents
And if we go where we go
And don't tell anyone where we're from
We can cut and paste the stars to our hearts
And understand their language
And we won't spit with our mouths
Or draw lines in the dirt with our heels
And every single day we'll just wait
And hope to see the next one
If we go down too easy my dear
We'll still be the heart of envy of all our friends and peers
So I get home to my home
The thoughts are in my head
And my bed is full of things I left
When I left her here
And the light through the blinds
And through the windowpane in the lane
Where the fire is getting cold
For they have burned all of their belongings
And up the stairs there's a pair
Who like to be made sure
That they were everything they are
For they are sadly mistaken
Now I forget how we met
Those days have all passed
Now the cast is filing to the stage
In a rage and taking their places
If we go down too easy my dear
We'll still be the heart of envy of all our peers and friends my dear
To them we'll be has-beens
To them be rouge waves
To them be lost trains
Just posers posing
We'll leat with our eyes
And weep our goodbyes
And if that's what it takes
We'll both drink the Kool-Aid again
'Til we've forgotten where our hearts have been
'Til we've forgotten where our hearts have been
'Til we forget just where our hearts have been
Her wingless arms are moving lines
Circling skies and wandering signs
Sensual trees are worrisome
Blessed is he that rests this song
She moves her arms to see the clouds
But gone is he and sorrow bound
Faced with the season of serpents
Damned by the gods; by her words
She mingles fiery silk and seeds
To grow that weed and lose the clown
Demons rise and fill the coat, put on his hat
And walk around
Faced with the season of serpents
Damned by the gods; by her words
Sing, oh soulless yearling and beg
Beg that shimmering star
To clean your knife and mend that golden crown
The weaver and I spun the wheel
Picked the loom and waited high
Slowly feeling that Northern breeze
The taste that we’ll defend this time!
Loose the heart that beating beast and
Move your hips across the ground
Faced with a reason to circumvent
The old styles and words
Sing, oh soulless yearling and beg
Beg that shimmering star
Sing, oh soulless seer and beg
Beg that painted eye
To clean your knife and mend that snake-like tongue
A page from a book, a word from her eyes
The beat of her wings…what’s left of this line
