"...I did know a guy who took eight hits of acid and then said he saw God at a Metallica show... Ain't life funny, ain't life weird? I didn't even know God liked Metallica...!"- Wally Pleasant, "On the Road ( Read more... )

I’m tired of boys who make me cry ( Read more... )

I've officially listened to the ROTK soundtrack too much. It's now playing constantly in my head even if I'm not actually listening to it. In fact, I hear it even now. The bells! The bells! I actually really thought it was on just now -- but it isn't. Just in my head ( Read more... )

Then again, living alone has its benefits; for example, when you dance around like a crazy monkey to ancient mix tapes, no one's there to point and laugh.

Whatever happened to The Lightning Seeds? They had some damn good songs! Like "Pure!"

( Warning: fluffy song lyrics ahead! )

Does anyone know the lyrics to that dirty sea shanty favorite, "Backside Rules the Navy?" Anyone? Anyone?

echristo? :)

It's driving me nuts! It's stuck in my head, but I only know like... two lines!

My mind wanders, scrabbling around all over the place... restless, like a little mouse rooting around in the scrub grasses on the side of the road ( Read more... )

More October Project lyrics...

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I was going to stay offline tonight for a change of pace, but I just had to get back on to rave about October Project. This is yet another defunct band I listen to. That is to say, I listened obssessively to their second CD, "Falling Further In." I finally picked up their self-titled debut for $3 about a month ago, but my CD player in Crunchy II ( ( Read more... )

I am so stressed out that I've gone into full on "manic panic" mode, which for me means feeling queazy, being unable to sleep, and generally feeling like a cornered animal. Unfortunately, when I feel trapped like this, I have a tendency to start chewing my own arm off to escape ( Read more... )

Call you up in the middle of the night
Like a firefly without a light
You were there like a blowtorch burning
I was a key that could use a little turning
So tired that I couldn’t even sleep
So many secrets I couldn’t keep
Promised myself I wouldn’t weep
One more promise I couldn’t keep...
--Soul Asylum, Runaway Train

( Ramblings about music & excess baggage mercifully under LJ-CUT )