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Up and over we go
Through the wave and undertow
I will float until I learn how to swim
Inside my mum in a garbage bin
Until I find myself again again oh oh
Up and over we go
Mouths open wide and spitting still
And I will spit until I learn how to speak
Up thru the doorway as the sideboards creek
With them ever proclaiming me
Up and over we go
The weight it sits on down and I don't know
I will shout until they know what I mean
I mean the marriage of a dead dog sing
And a synthetic flying machine
i like the hype city soundtrack version of this slightly better in ways.
so i found a nook in the city today. it was a steal. swank location, low,low price, less than half a block away from a t-stop, a fuckin roof deck (!) . . . i move out of the basement on june 11th. i rode in by way of a $5 bus with a $400 money order in my bag. i put down my shuckles on the first place on my list, which was the cheapest and strangely well-accomodated. i've been up here for a year. crazy. school financial aid stuff is sketchy right now. still working out the kinks out on that one. at least i have a nice new pad to look forward to. things are strange, but i think they will work out. where will i be a year from now?
i got invited to play bass in an "alt-country" band with a bunch of 30-somethings.