Yup.
Haven't done so well with the updating like I said.
I've put in some aps and sent out some resumes and haven't heard anything. We'll see.
Anyway, I'm a huge Mountain Goats fan, I think Darnielle is a genius. I've heard this song a lot, but for some reason it struck me tonight, and I'm listening to it over and over. Here are some lyrics for you...
Fault Lines
Down here where the heat's so fine
I'll drink to your health and you'll drink to mine
As we try to make the money we scored out in Vegas hold out for a while
We drink vodka from Russia, get our chocolates from Belgium
We have our strawberries flown in from England
But none of the money we spend
seems to do us much good in the end
I got a cracked engine block, both of us do
Got a house, the jewels, the Italian race car
They don't make us feel better about who we are
I got termites in the framework, so do you
Down here where the watermelon grows so sweet
Where I worship the ground underneath of your feet
We are experts in the art of frivolous spending
It's gone on like this, for three years I guess
And we're drunk all the time and our lives are a mess
And the deathless love we swore to protect with our bodies is stumbling across it's bleak ending
But none of the rage in our eyes seems to finish it off where it lies
I got sugar in the fuel lines, both of us do
And the fights, and the lies that we both love to tell
fail to send our love to its reward down in hell
I got pudding for a backbone, but so do you
La la la
Hey hey
I've put in some aps and sent out some resumes and haven't heard anything. We'll see.
Anyway, I'm a huge Mountain Goats fan, I think Darnielle is a genius. I've heard this song a lot, but for some reason it struck me tonight, and I'm listening to it over and over. Here are some lyrics for you...
Fault Lines
Down here where the heat's so fine
I'll drink to your health and you'll drink to mine
As we try to make the money we scored out in Vegas hold out for a while
We drink vodka from Russia, get our chocolates from Belgium
We have our strawberries flown in from England
But none of the money we spend
seems to do us much good in the end
I got a cracked engine block, both of us do
Got a house, the jewels, the Italian race car
They don't make us feel better about who we are
I got termites in the framework, so do you
Down here where the watermelon grows so sweet
Where I worship the ground underneath of your feet
We are experts in the art of frivolous spending
It's gone on like this, for three years I guess
And we're drunk all the time and our lives are a mess
And the deathless love we swore to protect with our bodies is stumbling across it's bleak ending
But none of the rage in our eyes seems to finish it off where it lies
I got sugar in the fuel lines, both of us do
And the fights, and the lies that we both love to tell
fail to send our love to its reward down in hell
I got pudding for a backbone, but so do you
La la la
Hey hey