I SHOULD TELL YOU

ROGER
I should tell you I'm disaster
I forget how to begin it

MIMI
Let's just make this part go faster
I have yet -- to be in it
I should tell you

ROGER
I should tell you

MIMI
I should tell you

ROGER
I should tell you

MIMI
I should tell I blew the candle out
Just to get back in

ROGER
I'd forgotten how to smile
Until your candle burned my skin

MIMI
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Transcribing a jazz piano solo is slightly akin to pulling a tooth that won't come out.

Equally painful and bloody.

My right hand hurts.

I found myself thinking about a quote from "Love Actually" today.

Daniel:  Even if that's the case, yeah.
Sam:  OK. Well...truth is, actually...I'm in love.
Daniel:  Sorry?
Sam:  I know I should be thinking about Mum and I am but I'm in love.  I was before she died and there's nothing I can do about it.
Daniel:  Aren't you a bit young to be in love?
Sam ( Read more... )

Look at me dreaming of you,
All I could hope is to have you.
To have you walking with me,
Laughing so in love, we two.
Almost drunkenly,
I did imbibe of this,
Fantasy of you and me.

Was I a fool to think?
The way you looked at me,
I swear you did.
But you looked away too quick,
Was I a fool, was I a fool to think?
That you would take me home,
As if I was yours?
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Listening to Fall Out Boy really does cheer you up -- no matter how depressing the lyrics, it makes me disgustingly happy.

Dave Matthews Band at the Garden on December 9, 2005!

And Coffeehouse better not be on that day ... or I will cry.

I've found it strange, when I listen to songs that once had a certain emotional meaning to me; and now, it's a completely different context. 

So I'm in school on a Wednesday.  I wasn't initially planning on staying the whole day but the schedule was flipped about.  And the printers downstairs are all horrifically slow, so my college application is taken aeons to print.  I can't complain any more.  My shallow words ring no deeper than they do in my own mind than to my eyes.  So now all I ( Read more... )

Um.  There isn't much to say, I suppose.  Just that I stare at blank entries and wonder -- how can I track my life according to these inconsistent little blurbs I write that can't describe even half of what I feel?  Words limit me.

7 months, you.  Going on 8.  Strange -- these things.

Leave replies.  I don't care what it says.  I just ... need ( Read more... )

I don't know.  It just seemed apropos.  Besides it seems like the thing to do when pressure starts building up right here (points two revolvers, one at head, one at chest).

( John. )

Dowsed in apprehension,
Blinking steadfast in the lights.
I am bound into submission,
By your fatalistic might.
Resonate through mortal winter,
And turn to face the mourning sight.
If the remnants of forgiveness,
Lead me back into your night.

Silver grains will etch your presence,
In the mirrors of my mind.
Seeking peace within the hallways,
I am cold and I ( Read more... )