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relief is very nice. closure is lovely.
Iron and Wine this sunday! I scream with childish elation. It's going to be fucking beautiful. I perform and 2 pm then I will drive up to Austin. Dine on sushi with Wade, and then the concert. Its a pity we cant go to waterloo. I wanted to buy some things. I'll be cutting it short anyway. Mr. Lewis, freshman teacher extraordinaire, burned my Minus 5's Down with Wilco. I listened to it, thought it was good. Listened to it again and thought it was brilliant! "youll never win the way you want again". 'I'm not bitter' is especially good.Dracula went well last night. I had to sign too many autographs. I slid out the back door. Felt like being alone. Sat outside on the concrete steps in the cold and laughed. Thought about stopping by to see cody. Missed seeing Penny the other day. But I always stay so long when I see Cody, and I was tired. So I just drove home. Today I cleaned, or rather disinfected my room, dusted my vinyl, hung up some artwork around the house. Finished some applications, worked on wade's present. It's beautiful. I hope he will like it. I wish I could keep it. But alas, it is for him. I drove around the country photographing small, pretty things. I'll see if I can develop them in the darkroom on monday. It was a little bright outside so I'll have to set the light timer longer. Hopefully the fixer does not run out. I'd hate to reuse. Chism called at around noon. He was playing smog. again. I'm really tiring of the same record. We got in a fight because he spilled coffee on my wilco book. pfft. I was really pissed. When he borrows things he needs to take care of them. Especially that book. I need to ride my horse.
Our love is dead but without limit
Like the surface of the moon
Or the land between here and the mountains
It is not these hiding places that have kept us innocent
But the way you taught me to just let it all go back
So we've learn to be as faithless
Stand behind bulletproof glass
Exchanging our affections through a drawer
And It was always horribly convenient and happening too fast
You should count your change before you're even out the door
Well, yes you should, but please return, return
To the person that you were, and I will do the same
'Cause it's too hard to belong to someone who is gone
My compass spins, but wilderness remains
Once too often I've retreated into the depths of my despair
I built a barricade to block you on the road
But standing there with all of my possessions piled higher than a house
I felt closer to you than you ever would have known
So let's let these tiny acts of charity becommon ground on which to build
A monument to commemorate our time
And though you say you've found another who will surely speed you on your way
Don't let the forest grow over that path you came there by
But you will, so, so hurry up and run to the one that you love
And blind him with your kindness
And he'll make war, oh, war, on who you were before
And claim all that has spoiled in your heart
(alright, now help me out boys)
But now I tell myself I've mended under these patches of blue sky
There's still a few holes that let in a little rain
And so it's crying on my shingles
My floorboards moan under my feet
The refrigerator's whining so I've got reason to complain
But I'm not gonna bless you with such compliments
Some degrading song of praise
Like the kind that converted you to me so long ago
Because the truth is that gossip's as good as gospel in this town
You can save face but you won't ever save your soul
And that's a fact so, so hurry up and run to the one that you love
And tie him up in your likeness
And he'll become, become, oh, the prisoner I was
And know all that has spoiled in your heart
He'll know it all
He'll know all that has spoiled in your heart
So hurry up and run to the one that you love
And blind him with your kindness
And he'll make war, oh, war, on who you were before
And claim all that has spoiled in your heart
Yeah, And claim all that has spoiled in your heart
(So hurry up and run to the one that you love
And blind him with your kindness
And he'll make war, oh, war, on who you were before
And claim all that has spoiled in your heart
Yeah, And claim all that has spoiled
cute song. Chism really likes the marina towers painting. I might paint him a similar one for christmas. Ah, I am much too bland today. I was slightly productive though. Organized my underwear drawer and hung up my ties. Sigh... I'll erase this the next time i see it. i'm sure of that.
Iron and Wine this sunday! I scream with childish elation. It's going to be fucking beautiful. I perform and 2 pm then I will drive up to Austin. Dine on sushi with Wade, and then the concert. Its a pity we cant go to waterloo. I wanted to buy some things. I'll be cutting it short anyway. Mr. Lewis, freshman teacher extraordinaire, burned my Minus 5's Down with Wilco. I listened to it, thought it was good. Listened to it again and thought it was brilliant! "youll never win the way you want again". 'I'm not bitter' is especially good.Dracula went well last night. I had to sign too many autographs. I slid out the back door. Felt like being alone. Sat outside on the concrete steps in the cold and laughed. Thought about stopping by to see cody. Missed seeing Penny the other day. But I always stay so long when I see Cody, and I was tired. So I just drove home. Today I cleaned, or rather disinfected my room, dusted my vinyl, hung up some artwork around the house. Finished some applications, worked on wade's present. It's beautiful. I hope he will like it. I wish I could keep it. But alas, it is for him. I drove around the country photographing small, pretty things. I'll see if I can develop them in the darkroom on monday. It was a little bright outside so I'll have to set the light timer longer. Hopefully the fixer does not run out. I'd hate to reuse. Chism called at around noon. He was playing smog. again. I'm really tiring of the same record. We got in a fight because he spilled coffee on my wilco book. pfft. I was really pissed. When he borrows things he needs to take care of them. Especially that book. I need to ride my horse.
Our love is dead but without limit
Like the surface of the moon
Or the land between here and the mountains
It is not these hiding places that have kept us innocent
But the way you taught me to just let it all go back
So we've learn to be as faithless
Stand behind bulletproof glass
Exchanging our affections through a drawer
And It was always horribly convenient and happening too fast
You should count your change before you're even out the door
Well, yes you should, but please return, return
To the person that you were, and I will do the same
'Cause it's too hard to belong to someone who is gone
My compass spins, but wilderness remains
Once too often I've retreated into the depths of my despair
I built a barricade to block you on the road
But standing there with all of my possessions piled higher than a house
I felt closer to you than you ever would have known
So let's let these tiny acts of charity becommon ground on which to build
A monument to commemorate our time
And though you say you've found another who will surely speed you on your way
Don't let the forest grow over that path you came there by
But you will, so, so hurry up and run to the one that you love
And blind him with your kindness
And he'll make war, oh, war, on who you were before
And claim all that has spoiled in your heart
(alright, now help me out boys)
But now I tell myself I've mended under these patches of blue sky
There's still a few holes that let in a little rain
And so it's crying on my shingles
My floorboards moan under my feet
The refrigerator's whining so I've got reason to complain
But I'm not gonna bless you with such compliments
Some degrading song of praise
Like the kind that converted you to me so long ago
Because the truth is that gossip's as good as gospel in this town
You can save face but you won't ever save your soul
And that's a fact so, so hurry up and run to the one that you love
And tie him up in your likeness
And he'll become, become, oh, the prisoner I was
And know all that has spoiled in your heart
He'll know it all
He'll know all that has spoiled in your heart
So hurry up and run to the one that you love
And blind him with your kindness
And he'll make war, oh, war, on who you were before
And claim all that has spoiled in your heart
Yeah, And claim all that has spoiled in your heart
(So hurry up and run to the one that you love
And blind him with your kindness
And he'll make war, oh, war, on who you were before
And claim all that has spoiled in your heart
Yeah, And claim all that has spoiled
cute song. Chism really likes the marina towers painting. I might paint him a similar one for christmas. Ah, I am much too bland today. I was slightly productive though. Organized my underwear drawer and hung up my ties. Sigh... I'll erase this the next time i see it. i'm sure of that.