Because.
Because I sincerely believe that LiveJournals are for angsty whining about the unfairness of life, for ruminations on those we once loved (or once loved us), for drama -- drama imagined and created and unintentional and motivated and designed and implemented -- for me to do (parentheticals) and the --double dash-- and the lists of this and that and the other...
Because I sincerely believe that LiveJournals are for the vague passive-aggressive swipe, for the vague "is this about you?" aside, for the foolish and naive belief that if you write things on the internet that somehow it is still secret and you'll never get an email from a faux Hotmail account with a link to an LJ you shouldn't read or that those who hurt you and are hurt by you will never get an IM from a faux AIM account with a claim that you're disavowing your friendship...
Because I personally am composing my narrative every single day and that narrative has a soundtrack and part of that soundtrack is a transition from Ace Troubleshooter to "(Splash) Turn Twist" with a detour by "Out of the Vein" courtesy of "Blinded" and "Crystal Baller", but in the midst of all the angsty drama sing-alongs there's an undercurrent that this is more than petty girls or smitten boys...
Well, because this is a LiveJournal and I don't have much to cry about right now, I figured I'd do the other totally stereotypical Xanga-esque LiveJournally thing and post for you the lyrics to a song that I am currently loving, that I can't get out of my head, that means a lot even though maybe it doesn't get it right, that you're going to have to scroll past every time you incessantly reload your friends list (or the friends list you are reading to have the pleasure of reading my double-dashed parenthetical lists of asides without having to admit that you want to aggregate it with people you'd dub "friends"). I could give you the courtesy of an LJ-cut, but where is the fun in that? Also there is no fun in copying and pasting from the liner notes because as much as I love liner notes (it's somewhere in the realm of cheeseburgers, cold weather kisses, lazy Sundays, brownie sundaes, and Chris Bendel) THEY DON'T MATCH EXACTLY WHAT IS SUNG ON THE ALBUM. So here's how I hear it. (Also the apostrophes get messed up in the simple copy-paste, and the line breaks are all wrong.) (Oh, and, I know it's way more stereotypical to just copy and paste from some website that has all the "you're"s as "your"s and the "you"s as "u"s but screw that.)
"Carry You" ~Jimmy Eat World
When I know I'm all alone, I say your name slowly
And I know that I'm alone
But I carry you
Does it feel good like the memory?
When you try some history?
It's a dream to come around
The rule doesn't bend, because the taste doesn't taste the same again
It's easy feeling righteous when removed
All you'll get is what you want to hear
It hurts because it should,
How else am I to make it clear?
I could never be the one that you want
Don't ask
Well, here's to living in the moment
'Cause it passed
Maybe a lie is what I need sometimes
You told the most, and best of anyone
You said to keep me in your pocket
So I carried you
You'd better choose your words carefully
because I'm not your anything
Going to stay here in my place
and you'll stay in yours
because you're only good as what you're good for
I pace around the room to spend the time
waiting while the burning pictures fade
One thing to make your mind
and another to say its name
I could never be the one that you want
Don't ask
Here's to living in the moment
'Cause it passed
It passed
I'm still carrying a little hope that maybe, things could be different now
Is that so wrong?
Is that so wrong?
Is that so... wrong?
Would I see you tonight at a place we'd go?
(Could going through the motions lead to real emotion?)
I want to make things right before time runs out
(It was like you said, the taste don't taste like it should)
Roll down the windows, let the cold air come in, yeah
Slap my face just to feel, to feel you somehow again, again
I could never be the one that you want
Don't ask
Well here's to living in the moment,
'Cause it passed
I could never be the one that you want
Don't ask
Yeah, here's to living in the moment,
'Cause it passed
It passed...
Your cue to leave a comment commiserating, urging me not to destroy my enemies, with just some love, with your current favorite song, how much you love this song, how much you hate Jimmy Eat World, how much you want me to do this same post with "Here It Goes" which is also in my head all the time but just because it is so fucking catchy and less for the identification with the lyrics. Bright lights might say your name, they only light the stage, nothing there to prove. waiting for attention? I'm not. cut it to the left and I rock. need an invitation? I don't. slide it to the right and I roll. Also top-secret comments in which you declare your love for me without logging in are accepted. Hell, I'd even accept the top-secret comments in which you declare your distaste for me without logging in and owning up to it.
Because I sincerely believe that LiveJournals are for the vague passive-aggressive swipe, for the vague "is this about you?" aside, for the foolish and naive belief that if you write things on the internet that somehow it is still secret and you'll never get an email from a faux Hotmail account with a link to an LJ you shouldn't read or that those who hurt you and are hurt by you will never get an IM from a faux AIM account with a claim that you're disavowing your friendship...
Because I personally am composing my narrative every single day and that narrative has a soundtrack and part of that soundtrack is a transition from Ace Troubleshooter to "(Splash) Turn Twist" with a detour by "Out of the Vein" courtesy of "Blinded" and "Crystal Baller", but in the midst of all the angsty drama sing-alongs there's an undercurrent that this is more than petty girls or smitten boys...
Well, because this is a LiveJournal and I don't have much to cry about right now, I figured I'd do the other totally stereotypical Xanga-esque LiveJournally thing and post for you the lyrics to a song that I am currently loving, that I can't get out of my head, that means a lot even though maybe it doesn't get it right, that you're going to have to scroll past every time you incessantly reload your friends list (or the friends list you are reading to have the pleasure of reading my double-dashed parenthetical lists of asides without having to admit that you want to aggregate it with people you'd dub "friends"). I could give you the courtesy of an LJ-cut, but where is the fun in that? Also there is no fun in copying and pasting from the liner notes because as much as I love liner notes (it's somewhere in the realm of cheeseburgers, cold weather kisses, lazy Sundays, brownie sundaes, and Chris Bendel) THEY DON'T MATCH EXACTLY WHAT IS SUNG ON THE ALBUM. So here's how I hear it. (Also the apostrophes get messed up in the simple copy-paste, and the line breaks are all wrong.) (Oh, and, I know it's way more stereotypical to just copy and paste from some website that has all the "you're"s as "your"s and the "you"s as "u"s but screw that.)
"Carry You" ~Jimmy Eat World
When I know I'm all alone, I say your name slowly
And I know that I'm alone
But I carry you
Does it feel good like the memory?
When you try some history?
It's a dream to come around
The rule doesn't bend, because the taste doesn't taste the same again
It's easy feeling righteous when removed
All you'll get is what you want to hear
It hurts because it should,
How else am I to make it clear?
I could never be the one that you want
Don't ask
Well, here's to living in the moment
'Cause it passed
Maybe a lie is what I need sometimes
You told the most, and best of anyone
You said to keep me in your pocket
So I carried you
You'd better choose your words carefully
because I'm not your anything
Going to stay here in my place
and you'll stay in yours
because you're only good as what you're good for
I pace around the room to spend the time
waiting while the burning pictures fade
One thing to make your mind
and another to say its name
I could never be the one that you want
Don't ask
Here's to living in the moment
'Cause it passed
It passed
I'm still carrying a little hope that maybe, things could be different now
Is that so wrong?
Is that so wrong?
Is that so... wrong?
Would I see you tonight at a place we'd go?
(Could going through the motions lead to real emotion?)
I want to make things right before time runs out
(It was like you said, the taste don't taste like it should)
Roll down the windows, let the cold air come in, yeah
Slap my face just to feel, to feel you somehow again, again
I could never be the one that you want
Don't ask
Well here's to living in the moment,
'Cause it passed
I could never be the one that you want
Don't ask
Yeah, here's to living in the moment,
'Cause it passed
It passed...
Your cue to leave a comment commiserating, urging me not to destroy my enemies, with just some love, with your current favorite song, how much you love this song, how much you hate Jimmy Eat World, how much you want me to do this same post with "Here It Goes" which is also in my head all the time but just because it is so fucking catchy and less for the identification with the lyrics. Bright lights might say your name, they only light the stage, nothing there to prove. waiting for attention? I'm not. cut it to the left and I rock. need an invitation? I don't. slide it to the right and I roll. Also top-secret comments in which you declare your love for me without logging in are accepted. Hell, I'd even accept the top-secret comments in which you declare your distaste for me without logging in and owning up to it.