Little Fiiiiiivve! (said only in a high pitched squeal)
There was this bike race thing this weekend. The week and weekend surrounding the event were kinda crazy. There were burning trash cans, oodles of drunk people, police cars, ambulances, fire trucks, people jumping out of buildings, and what not.
Using Song Lyrics...
what color are your eyes: I can smell the colors outside on my lawn/ the moist green organic that my feet tread upon
what do you think of yourself: everything that keeps me together is falling apart/ i’ve got this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over.
what are your future plans: I won't breathe for eighteen months
what do you think of your mom/dad/parents: mommy's alright/ daddy's alright/ they just seem a little weird
where is your favorite place to be: where nothing is real and there's nothing to get hung about
what about love: it is not just in long distance commercials/ or something that you thought you felt back in high school
what about death: come again, choose to go/ and if epiphany's terror reduced you to shame/ have your head bobbed and weaved
what about your friends: when KG pops in Jenny Craig mac n' chee, and hands it to me/ that's a special thing
your best friend: had to had to get these chips/ had to make moves like Olajuwon/ started out sellin dimes and nicks/graduated to a brick/ no exaggeration, my infatuation with the strip/ legendary like a schoolboy/ crushin merely nearly every every chick/ heavy shit, that's how schoolboy got whipped
what about that current someone: you're just one of those troubled girls/ using me for everything but love
do others know you well: I've got secrets and idiosyncrasies/ but I know that you know me/ we're all the same tragedy
what do you think about winter: looking over manuscripts of unpublished rhyme/ drinking my vodka and lime/ I look around/ leaves are brown
what do you think about summer: one summer, a suicide/ another autumn, a travelers guide/ he hits snooze twice before he dies/ and every evening when he get home/ to make his supper and eat it alone/ his black shirt cries/ while his shoes get cold
what's your favorite movie: I'd search the moons of Endor / I'd even walk naked through the deserts of Tatooine/ Princess Leia, where are you tonight?
what about morning: the day will come through/ it will only take some time
what do you think about revenge: why is it that you had to say goodbye in your special way/ slashed the tires on my car/ remember when I said "I love you"? well, I take it back
Tonight I saw Sufjan Stevens for free (?!) at a hole in the wall called "Rhino's". He had the power. To move you. He played a half acoustic guiatar, half banjo 30-or-so-minute set and in that span of time no one spoke except to clap, whistle, or agree with the next song he was going to play. He began the show with a story of a foster child named Opie that he knew growing up. Sufjan informed all of those present that him and his friends used to tease Opie to no end because he was the only kid that was a bigger dork than them. The fuckers even planned a mock birthday party full of embarassing surprises for the poor kid. Opie had no idea that the party was a set-up. There was a startling silence following the end of the story when Sufjan informed us that Opie had been hit by a car and killed a week before the fake birthday was to be held. Apparently he felt so bad about the whole ordeal that he wrote a song about it twenty-some years later. By the last song I felt the tears welling up in my eyes as this small, yet overwhelming man repeatedly sang "all things go/ all things go" until the second chorus came around and he reminded me that "all things grow" as well. Go see this guy.
P.S. - Figure out which song lyric in the lj-cut survey was made up by me and win a prize!
P.P.S. - I heard from Sufjan's opener and from Zak that the kids in Ann Arbor were talking so loud that no one could hear any of the acts play when the same show came to The Blind Pig last night. U-M blows.
Using Song Lyrics...
what color are your eyes: I can smell the colors outside on my lawn/ the moist green organic that my feet tread upon
what do you think of yourself: everything that keeps me together is falling apart/ i’ve got this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over.
what are your future plans: I won't breathe for eighteen months
what do you think of your mom/dad/parents: mommy's alright/ daddy's alright/ they just seem a little weird
where is your favorite place to be: where nothing is real and there's nothing to get hung about
what about love: it is not just in long distance commercials/ or something that you thought you felt back in high school
what about death: come again, choose to go/ and if epiphany's terror reduced you to shame/ have your head bobbed and weaved
what about your friends: when KG pops in Jenny Craig mac n' chee, and hands it to me/ that's a special thing
your best friend: had to had to get these chips/ had to make moves like Olajuwon/ started out sellin dimes and nicks/graduated to a brick/ no exaggeration, my infatuation with the strip/ legendary like a schoolboy/ crushin merely nearly every every chick/ heavy shit, that's how schoolboy got whipped
what about that current someone: you're just one of those troubled girls/ using me for everything but love
do others know you well: I've got secrets and idiosyncrasies/ but I know that you know me/ we're all the same tragedy
what do you think about winter: looking over manuscripts of unpublished rhyme/ drinking my vodka and lime/ I look around/ leaves are brown
what do you think about summer: one summer, a suicide/ another autumn, a travelers guide/ he hits snooze twice before he dies/ and every evening when he get home/ to make his supper and eat it alone/ his black shirt cries/ while his shoes get cold
what's your favorite movie: I'd search the moons of Endor / I'd even walk naked through the deserts of Tatooine/ Princess Leia, where are you tonight?
what about morning: the day will come through/ it will only take some time
what do you think about revenge: why is it that you had to say goodbye in your special way/ slashed the tires on my car/ remember when I said "I love you"? well, I take it back
Tonight I saw Sufjan Stevens for free (?!) at a hole in the wall called "Rhino's". He had the power. To move you. He played a half acoustic guiatar, half banjo 30-or-so-minute set and in that span of time no one spoke except to clap, whistle, or agree with the next song he was going to play. He began the show with a story of a foster child named Opie that he knew growing up. Sufjan informed all of those present that him and his friends used to tease Opie to no end because he was the only kid that was a bigger dork than them. The fuckers even planned a mock birthday party full of embarassing surprises for the poor kid. Opie had no idea that the party was a set-up. There was a startling silence following the end of the story when Sufjan informed us that Opie had been hit by a car and killed a week before the fake birthday was to be held. Apparently he felt so bad about the whole ordeal that he wrote a song about it twenty-some years later. By the last song I felt the tears welling up in my eyes as this small, yet overwhelming man repeatedly sang "all things go/ all things go" until the second chorus came around and he reminded me that "all things grow" as well. Go see this guy.
P.S. - Figure out which song lyric in the lj-cut survey was made up by me and win a prize!
P.P.S. - I heard from Sufjan's opener and from Zak that the kids in Ann Arbor were talking so loud that no one could hear any of the acts play when the same show came to The Blind Pig last night. U-M blows.