6 05 2008

(Stick around for the poem at the end)

There’s this great song that I have listened to before I really liked to listen to actual music. My brother Jon had it on the computer and once when I was just going through his stuff I found it. It’s called Coffee & TV from Blur. Maybe you’ve heard it.  I know it’s on the Cruel Intentions soundtrack. Anyway, what I wanted to say was it’s that one song that puts me at ease. I think everyone has a song like this. It’s usually not the same song as anyone else. But anyway, this song is so mellow and so chill that whatever is happening, I can just listen to it and be at ease. The song is really about just wanted a mediocre life, and not one that’s so crazy and exciting. The main character wants to get away from everything and start over.

I feel like this a lot. And, to those people that really know me, this makes perfect sense. The lyrics follow.

Do you feel like a chain store?
Practically floored
One of many zeros, kicked around, bored
Your ears are full but you’re empty
Holding out your heart
To people who never really care how you are

So give me Coffee and TV
Easily
I’ve seen so much I’m going blind
And I’m brain-dead, virtually
Sociability
It’s hard enough for me
Take me away form this big bad world
And agree to marry me
So we can start over again

Do you go to the country?
It isn’t very far
There’s people there who will hurt you
‘Cause of who you are
Your ears are full of their language
There’s wisdom there, you’re sure
Till the words start slurring
And you can’t find the door

So give me Coffee and TV
Easily
I’ve seen so much I’m going blind
And I’m brain-dead virtually
Sociability
It’s hard enough for me
Take me away form this big bad world
And agree to marry me
So we can start over again

So give me Coffee and TV
Easily
I’ve seen so much I’m going blind
And I’m brain-dead virtually
Sociability
It’s hard enough for me
Take me away from this big bad world
And agree to marry me
So we can start over again

Oh…
We could start over again
Oh…
We could start over again
Oh…
We could start over again
Oh…
We could start over again

 

I wrote this one late last night…

I’m not sure what I think about it.

Maybe you’ll like it.

 

Cardinal

 

 

 

Is it possible, that

Maybe…

I’m the only one

who thinks what I think

knows what I know

These…

terms that I know

My complete universe is foreign and alien to others

There’s no such thing as sly smiling birds with long loopy legs

Repetitive choruses dreamily dancing in my head

My personal symphony

Authored by none

It’s all written out before I existed, I think.

There’s no translation to anyone’s, you know…

If I could find the score…

Would I alter it?

Could I alter it?

Would you alter your score?

I want so desperately to know what this music means…

What has to happen because of this

 

 

 

It seems like there’s this fermata now,

Not too sure what comes next.

Has to be something…

Sometimes all I really want is…

Forget all this nonsense!

I just want to be held.