Sep 16, 2005 13:11
I'm tired of sitting here feeling so uninspired by eveything that surrounds
And i'll try to ignore it and say that I have
no right to write because i'll never be like
Wainright or Buckley or Folds
My pictures I can not paint so easily so please
Bear with me
This lack of laziness is actually fear
and my insides feel this emptyness
Like an abandoned street that lives under water
Tell me why it is I can't say what is in
my heart or my mind today
And I sit here crunching number in my brain knowing
this is not where I want to be
I'd much rather be playing in a bar or
on a street corner, if only i could play the guitar
So tell me if I were to consider
getting off this strike, would you listen to
what was on my mind or in my heart
Because I can't paint a picture half as pretty as
Buckley, Wainright or Folds
............. I was listening to this cd my brother made with Neil Young, The Band, Bob Segar, MeatLoaf, and the Kinks this morning. It was fucking hilarious cuz i finally listend to that meatloaf song "2 out of 3 aint bad" and it's about some guy telling some chick that he wants her and needs her but there is no way I am ever gonna love you, so don't feel bad cuz 2 out ofr 3 aint bad. What an asshole lol