Some stuff about me and the Pixies
I was going to write a whole thing and do the typical woe-is-me LJ-is-my-only-sanctuary thing, but instead I decided to write down "poetry" that probably reads like the journal of some serial killer found as evidence in one of those science cop tv shows.
People are cruel
They are indifferent
Keeping it cool
Colder and colder
You are a fool
If you're acting different
But you'll grow out of it
Older and older
Mixing a drink like a pharmacist
It's probably better than pills or whatever
I had a dream about the Pixies last night
I had a dream about the Pixies last night
Charles told me that I write songs because I'm lonely
I told him that he was probably right
I told him that he was probably right
When you talk to people
Try to look happy
You don't want to get into them
Or make a difference
Yes you do, make a difference
Shock them out of it, shock them out of it
Once more with feeling
I'm rambling or something
But stay with me
I had a dream about the Pixies last night
I had a dream about the Pixies last night
Kim told me that I should be in movies
I told her that she was probably right
I told her that she was probably right
Sometimes the only thing I can wrap my head around
Is that I can't wrap my head around anything, or:
All I know is that I don't know nothing
That's what I tell myself, but I don't believe it
Am I naive or am I just conceited?
I had a dream about the Pixies last night
I had a dream about the Pixies last night
Joey and David, they just looked right through me
I had a dream about the Pixies last night
I just typed it down really quickly. The part about the dream is totally true, even down to the "last night". I don't remember how I met them, but for some reason they were going on tour (in this comic-book-like grungey future world that was totally surreal) and I went along with them, as their friend or something. We travelled in a vehicle that was like a cross between a trolley and a stagecoach. Joey and David seemed to resent me the whole time. Kim acted like an older sister to me, like very familiarly and sort of with a playful condescendingness, if that makes any sense. And Charles, mister Black Francis/Frank Black himself, said some bizarrely random but insightful things.
That one conversation was something like, "You write songs because you're lonely, don't you? We're alone right now, you know? It doesn't really hit you until it hits you, and when it does you try to shrug it off, but you can't, so you start to do other things, like to take your mind off of it."
"You're probably right."
"Sometimes it's easy and sometimes it's hard, but..."
"I like to sleep."
Man, is that like an independent film or what?
People are cruel
They are indifferent
Keeping it cool
Colder and colder
You are a fool
If you're acting different
But you'll grow out of it
Older and older
Mixing a drink like a pharmacist
It's probably better than pills or whatever
I had a dream about the Pixies last night
I had a dream about the Pixies last night
Charles told me that I write songs because I'm lonely
I told him that he was probably right
I told him that he was probably right
When you talk to people
Try to look happy
You don't want to get into them
Or make a difference
Yes you do, make a difference
Shock them out of it, shock them out of it
Once more with feeling
I'm rambling or something
But stay with me
I had a dream about the Pixies last night
I had a dream about the Pixies last night
Kim told me that I should be in movies
I told her that she was probably right
I told her that she was probably right
Sometimes the only thing I can wrap my head around
Is that I can't wrap my head around anything, or:
All I know is that I don't know nothing
That's what I tell myself, but I don't believe it
Am I naive or am I just conceited?
I had a dream about the Pixies last night
I had a dream about the Pixies last night
Joey and David, they just looked right through me
I had a dream about the Pixies last night
I just typed it down really quickly. The part about the dream is totally true, even down to the "last night". I don't remember how I met them, but for some reason they were going on tour (in this comic-book-like grungey future world that was totally surreal) and I went along with them, as their friend or something. We travelled in a vehicle that was like a cross between a trolley and a stagecoach. Joey and David seemed to resent me the whole time. Kim acted like an older sister to me, like very familiarly and sort of with a playful condescendingness, if that makes any sense. And Charles, mister Black Francis/Frank Black himself, said some bizarrely random but insightful things.
That one conversation was something like, "You write songs because you're lonely, don't you? We're alone right now, you know? It doesn't really hit you until it hits you, and when it does you try to shrug it off, but you can't, so you start to do other things, like to take your mind off of it."
"You're probably right."
"Sometimes it's easy and sometimes it's hard, but..."
"I like to sleep."
Man, is that like an independent film or what?