Gahhh! It's finally friday! I am so fucking excited to not be at work...
Time flew today (reletively speaking) but it was still boring as hell. Nothing really achieved, but it was nice to be working on pruning with Taran, so we chatted all day/ I love friday evenings, such a feeling of relief... well, more like self-imposed denial. The best part of the weekend is when I almost forget I have to go back on Monday.
I also FINALLY got some Threadless tshirts, because I love them so...:
http://www.threadless.com/product/231/Who_I_Amhttp://www.threadless.com/product/252/Take_A_Hikehttp://www.threadless.com/product/129/My_Pet_Rhino And I really love this song now:
Parkdale-Metric
Square in the face, sony spacecraft
Hovering over like a third eye
Why am I hovering over myself
I'm flipping out in the magazine neighborhood
Its just like everybody said, you would be greased
I should be living, giving my mind a chance to rewind
and playback beautiful music
I should be living, giving my mind a chance to rewind
and playback dangerous rhythms
We almost forgot, every building is a shop
Every person is a shopper
Finally, it almost seemed we
Almost forgot, every building is a shop
Every person is a shopper
Finally
But when we started walking, I was in the 1940s
Simplfied the politics, marveled at the architecture
You were off on camera, gathering the setting sun
The red brick building tops
Finally it almost seemed authentic
As we headed further west,
Into the worst, out of the best
Magazine neighborhood
We saw tall trees, and public enemies
I should be living, giving my mind a chance to rewind
and playback beautiful music
I should be living, giving my mind a chance to rewind
and playback, dangerous rhythms
We almost forgot, every building is a shop
Every person is a shopper
Finally it almost seemed we
Almost forogt, every building is a shop
Every person is a shopper
Finally it almost seemed we
Moved out of the searchlight
Passed under the moonlight
Move out of the searchlight
Open up and spend the night
We almost forgot every building is a shop
Every person is a shopper
Finally it almost seemed we
Almost forogt every building is a shop
Every person is a shopper
Finally it almost seemed we
Moved out of the searchlight
Passed under the moonlight
Moved out of the searchlight
Open up and spend the night in parkdale
Also this one called Twist by Metric as well:
The Twist by Metric
We were too wasted to close the window
Friends and family looking
To my only hiding place
The rythm of a strangers skin
Infidel to die for
what i am doing
will happen in the morning
when the mirror won't recognise me
He know's a certian gesture
When we're loving to ask each other
Do you want it? Do you want me?
i want it.
it is you.
you are where i want to be.
Who is he? (oh)
Why would I (do)
Hitch a ride? (the)
I can drive. (twist)
Who is she? (oh)
Why would I (do)
Hitch a ride (the)
When I can drive. (twist)
Somebody put me back in school
I forget everything I used to know
How to leave the boy behind
Without having to watch him go
Oh, Infidel to die for
what i am doing
will happen in the morning
when the mirror won't recognise me
He know's a certian gesture
When we're loving to ask each other
Do you want it? Do you want me?
i want it.
it is you.
you are where i want to be.
Who is he? (Circumstantial)
Why would I (do)
Hitch a ride? (the)
I can drive. (twist)
Who is she? (Circumstantial)
Why would I (do)
Hitch a ride? (the)
When I can drive. (twist)
Circumstantial
do the twist (repeat till fade)