"Sprung"
easily excited, easily disappointed. big ideas, big plans, big worries. long drives, long kisses, long days and letters from long lost friends. that's my idea of a good life. best to keep the letters short though, like a good song or a good fling, leaves you wanting more. it's spring in the world right now, and i don't mean just the weather. the old are young again, the crippled walk, grudges mysteriously disappear, and even washed up old bands are exciting again. washed up people are exciting again. second chances for everyone. free refills. it's never too late to be too late. everyone is working on new projects and prospects and i haven't ever seen so many people with a gleam in their eye and a swing in their step.
i stay up late and sleep late and still wake up in time for coffee then beer twice and the goddamn sun is still shining. unbelievable. i fell face first in the creek on albany hill but luckily nobody was there to see it and the sun dried me quickly. let's hear it for sleeveless t-shirts. black spraypaint, red fingernail polish and black and white photographs turning yellow. lost friends found, lost pride found, and suddenly the past is just a good story instead of a ball and chain.
it's spring, brush your teeth and break some bones. stolen kisses and stolen glances and pretty much anything stolen as long as you can get away with it and no one's worse off for your slyness. ivy walked right out of the supermarket with a whole shopping cart of food, the crazy fool. cheap beer, strong coffee, spicy food, and you can't go wrong. spring and finding money on the sidewalk and bracelets in the pit after the show. finally hearing the song that's ben stuck in your head for weeks. a good book anda long walk and painted shadows and spelling out words in gasoline on the city hall lawn. spring and small pleasures that quench your thirst for life, and wash down those big disappointments.
--aaron cometbus
i stay up late and sleep late and still wake up in time for coffee then beer twice and the goddamn sun is still shining. unbelievable. i fell face first in the creek on albany hill but luckily nobody was there to see it and the sun dried me quickly. let's hear it for sleeveless t-shirts. black spraypaint, red fingernail polish and black and white photographs turning yellow. lost friends found, lost pride found, and suddenly the past is just a good story instead of a ball and chain.
it's spring, brush your teeth and break some bones. stolen kisses and stolen glances and pretty much anything stolen as long as you can get away with it and no one's worse off for your slyness. ivy walked right out of the supermarket with a whole shopping cart of food, the crazy fool. cheap beer, strong coffee, spicy food, and you can't go wrong. spring and finding money on the sidewalk and bracelets in the pit after the show. finally hearing the song that's ben stuck in your head for weeks. a good book anda long walk and painted shadows and spelling out words in gasoline on the city hall lawn. spring and small pleasures that quench your thirst for life, and wash down those big disappointments.
--aaron cometbus