Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Its weird... like those afternoon funks I used to feel while I was in grad school.
Something different, but something oddly familiar.
I don't feel as deeply sad or depressed, only slightly melancholy... which I think is definately a good thing... as I've said before in a previous blog... like a 1997 kind of funk... not a 2001 funk.
I also listened to old Benton Falls today... and that was a cold reminder of how much I've changed since then. I can't imagine the depth of depression now... but hearing that seems to want to pull me back in. Scary, in a way... but redemptive in the fact that I can recongnize the difference between now and then.
Funny, I guess.
Sigh.
Something different, but something oddly familiar.
I don't feel as deeply sad or depressed, only slightly melancholy... which I think is definately a good thing... as I've said before in a previous blog... like a 1997 kind of funk... not a 2001 funk.
I also listened to old Benton Falls today... and that was a cold reminder of how much I've changed since then. I can't imagine the depth of depression now... but hearing that seems to want to pull me back in. Scary, in a way... but redemptive in the fact that I can recongnize the difference between now and then.
Funny, I guess.
Sigh.
Friday, September 08, 2006
you take me in,
no questions asked
and strip away the ugliness that surrounds me
are you an angel?
am I already that gone?
I only hope that I won't dissapoint you.
it doesn't mean much.
it doesn't mean anything at all.
the life I've left behind me is a cold room.
sweet surrender is all I have left to give.
no questions asked
and strip away the ugliness that surrounds me
are you an angel?
am I already that gone?
I only hope that I won't dissapoint you.
it doesn't mean much.
it doesn't mean anything at all.
the life I've left behind me is a cold room.
sweet surrender is all I have left to give.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
show me how do you do that trick
the one that makes me scream, she said
the one that makes me laugh, she said
and threw her arms around my neck
show me how you do it,
and I promise you... I promise that I'll run away with you.
I'll run away with you.
Spinning on that dizzy edge,
I kissed her head, I kissed her head
and dreamed of all the different ways
I had to make her glow
"Why are you so far away?" she said
"Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you?"
"...that I'm in love with you."
the one that makes me scream, she said
the one that makes me laugh, she said
and threw her arms around my neck
show me how you do it,
and I promise you... I promise that I'll run away with you.
I'll run away with you.
Spinning on that dizzy edge,
I kissed her head, I kissed her head
and dreamed of all the different ways
I had to make her glow
"Why are you so far away?" she said
"Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you?"
"...that I'm in love with you."
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
"...I cannot say that I'm ready
but if you give a little, I can give a little
and soon this night won't feel so empty.
I'm not sure if waiting is better,
or making it worse.
And if the summer comes too soon,
please leave a part of me with you
... and I'm still fumbling through your letters, its all I have left."
This is my ode to Matt Winner.
Somehow the pragmaticism of life just sucks out the romanticism and spontaneity. I'm living very grey, and just look forward to going to troubled sleep... only to wake up and do it all over again.
It makes me sad.
I don't look forward to anything. It seems like I can't feel anything.
It makes me sad.
I don't want to be sad, but I am...
sad.
but if you give a little, I can give a little
and soon this night won't feel so empty.
I'm not sure if waiting is better,
or making it worse.
And if the summer comes too soon,
please leave a part of me with you
... and I'm still fumbling through your letters, its all I have left."
This is my ode to Matt Winner.
Somehow the pragmaticism of life just sucks out the romanticism and spontaneity. I'm living very grey, and just look forward to going to troubled sleep... only to wake up and do it all over again.
It makes me sad.
I don't look forward to anything. It seems like I can't feel anything.
It makes me sad.
I don't want to be sad, but I am...
sad.
