wounded.
and what could you even begin to say?
that long dueling guitar intro when they play it live...that guitar riff and giant boom when the song starts? the slow buildup and layering of strings, keyboards, guitars...the way stephan exploded into blue light when the guitars kick in, when we saw them on acid? the 'woo!' that everyone sings along with....take a listen, people.
'that's just my battle scar'.
blatant sex. all over it. and then it does the whole thing again.
'back down the bully to the back of the bus,
cause it's time for them to be scared of us.'
the way everyone in the crowd sings so loud with those words. then sex, all over it, again.
and the big crashing finish.
this is a city for not sleeping. the clocks are set by feel.
at this moment, from where i sit, none of it seems real
my coffee table (well...everything table) is covered with books, a giant bike lock, notebooks, a grinder...and a bowl of....frosted-mini wheats. that pretty much explains things. and never go grocery shopping stoned.
'hey joe? do you guys want some tater-tots?'