Taking Back Sunday Concert...
...was amazing. ( June 24th, 2006)
food food food. Market Basket. Five slices. "we need to leave"
exit 11. lets take 10 instead. "ask someone in line!" rain rain rain. "How much?" "That's over 200 percent profit..." standing in line. free smooothies. little kids. "I don't have gum" liiar liiiar if you're keeping score...
The Subways. "Glad that's over" angelsandairwaves fuckin', fuckin', FUCKIN'. "hey what's red, hard and tastes like peaches? You're dad's cock" I'll be yooour distraction... "It's like, war or something" they're related. they made out. they're both girls. "Just my luck to get to watch all this" it's gross, and annoying. "AHH! now you know how it feeels" "Am I really that bad?" yep. ads. forever waiting in between. 9:30 last I checked.
"it's THEM" so much dancing, screaming, singing. "I want to lose my voice" so much so. " this is a first, slow dancing" I got the mic, and you got the mosh pit; those words at best were worse than teenage poetrryy...I can sing, know every word, getting way too into it. "This is my FAVORITE band silly"he has a headache. too bad, i scream anyway. mosh pit- "we should have gone in there" " yeah, NO" crowd surfing, big ass security guards'll take you DOWN. yellow wristband "yep, oyu want one of these if you want the best seats" right in the middle, so close. swinigng mic around and around. dancing and yelling and cheering. "My hands are numb, my feet are soaked" ohh, what's it feel like to be a ghost? louder now, louder now...let's go again, more songs. harmonica and the acoustic bit. back for one more. black ties, green drums, bright lights. bat behind the back, axe behind the other. "Will you hold my ID?" " Ten dollars" Your lipstick, his collar, don't bother angel; I know exactly what goes on....I'm gonna make damn sure you won't ever get too far from me; I just want to BRING YOU DOWN SO BADLY well I trip over every word you saay...well it's looove make it HURT. " I am so hungry" "Pizza is eight dollars" in the car, trash everywhere. "Why are people so gross?" in line AGAIN, sitting in the car. "Nightmare of You- really good band." a sticker? yeeah. "Can I get your number? No? How about some spare change?" gum out the window, desperate girls. finally out. long drive. 1:00 AM" Should we stop?" more driving, angry feelings, "Ask those firefighters" firestation in the middle of the night. need to pee soooo bad "Let me check.." Men's bathroom. here all night? "i've been here since 8 AM this morning" we need to gind a hotel. point us in the right direction. "The Best Western is our friend" sketchy people, banging on the door, 2 AM phone call. " I need to leave" wet pants, wet shoes, white wife beater, no other clothes. " Good thing you brought blankets." 100 dollars- not worth the five hours. wake up- 6 AM, more sleep "Drive NORTH" home soon, paycheck gone, time of my life.
food food food. Market Basket. Five slices. "we need to leave"
exit 11. lets take 10 instead. "ask someone in line!" rain rain rain. "How much?" "That's over 200 percent profit..." standing in line. free smooothies. little kids. "I don't have gum" liiar liiiar if you're keeping score...
The Subways. "Glad that's over" angelsandairwaves fuckin', fuckin', FUCKIN'. "hey what's red, hard and tastes like peaches? You're dad's cock" I'll be yooour distraction... "It's like, war or something" they're related. they made out. they're both girls. "Just my luck to get to watch all this" it's gross, and annoying. "AHH! now you know how it feeels" "Am I really that bad?" yep. ads. forever waiting in between. 9:30 last I checked.
"it's THEM" so much dancing, screaming, singing. "I want to lose my voice" so much so. " this is a first, slow dancing" I got the mic, and you got the mosh pit; those words at best were worse than teenage poetrryy...I can sing, know every word, getting way too into it. "This is my FAVORITE band silly"he has a headache. too bad, i scream anyway. mosh pit- "we should have gone in there" " yeah, NO" crowd surfing, big ass security guards'll take you DOWN. yellow wristband "yep, oyu want one of these if you want the best seats" right in the middle, so close. swinigng mic around and around. dancing and yelling and cheering. "My hands are numb, my feet are soaked" ohh, what's it feel like to be a ghost? louder now, louder now...let's go again, more songs. harmonica and the acoustic bit. back for one more. black ties, green drums, bright lights. bat behind the back, axe behind the other. "Will you hold my ID?" " Ten dollars" Your lipstick, his collar, don't bother angel; I know exactly what goes on....I'm gonna make damn sure you won't ever get too far from me; I just want to BRING YOU DOWN SO BADLY well I trip over every word you saay...well it's looove make it HURT. " I am so hungry" "Pizza is eight dollars" in the car, trash everywhere. "Why are people so gross?" in line AGAIN, sitting in the car. "Nightmare of You- really good band." a sticker? yeeah. "Can I get your number? No? How about some spare change?" gum out the window, desperate girls. finally out. long drive. 1:00 AM" Should we stop?" more driving, angry feelings, "Ask those firefighters" firestation in the middle of the night. need to pee soooo bad "Let me check.." Men's bathroom. here all night? "i've been here since 8 AM this morning" we need to gind a hotel. point us in the right direction. "The Best Western is our friend" sketchy people, banging on the door, 2 AM phone call. " I need to leave" wet pants, wet shoes, white wife beater, no other clothes. " Good thing you brought blankets." 100 dollars- not worth the five hours. wake up- 6 AM, more sleep "Drive NORTH" home soon, paycheck gone, time of my life.