:long coming:

[robotsteve]

:december: - how i felt then and now

1.Hawksley Workman//Your Beauty Must Be Rubbing Off
2.Student Rick//A Child's Cry
3.Coldplay//Careful Where You Stand
4.Granddaddy//180AM
5.The Microphones//I Felt Your Shape
6.Pinback//Tripoli
7.Nancy Sinatra//Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)
8.Death Cab for Cutie//Transatlanticism
9.Azure Ray//A Thousand

Comments

[ihatereilly]

that is true. you have taste.

[robotsteve]

And you're a darling.
<3

[ihatereilly]

you are astounding.
<3

[kitsay]

Coldplay//Careful Where You Stand

What a song, I luvs it!

Track Four

[anonymous]

I'm standing on this corner.
Can't get their attention.
Facing rush hour faces turned around.
I clutch my stack of paper, press one to a chest,
then watch it swoop and stutter to the ground.
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
and waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
in all that I could never overcome?
How I don't know what I should do with my hands when I talk to you.
How you don't know where you should look, so you look at my hands.
How moements rise and then dissolve, melted by our shallow breath.
How causes dance away from me.
I am your pamphleteer.
I walk this room in time to the beat of the Gestetner,
contemplate my next communique.
The rhetoric and treason of saying that I'll miss you.
Of saying "Hey, well maybe you should stay."
Sing "Oh what force on earth could be weaker than the feeble strength of one"
like me remembering the way it could have been.
Help me with this barricade.
No surrender. No defeat.
A spectre's haunting Albert Street.
I am your pamphleteer.

Track Four

[anonymous]

I'm standing on this corner.
Can't get their attention.
Facing rush hour faces turned around.
I clutch my stack of paper, press one to a chest,
then watch it swoop and stutter to the ground.
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
and waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
in all that I could never overcome?
How I don't know what I should do with my hands when I talk to you.
How you don't know where you should look, so you look at my hands.
How moements rise and then dissolve, melted by our shallow breath.
How causes dance away from me.
I am your pamphleteer.
I walk this room in time to the beat of the Gestetner,
contemplate my next communique.
The rhetoric and treason of saying that I'll miss you.
Of saying "Hey, well maybe you should stay."
Sing "Oh what force on earth could be weaker than the feeble strength of one"
like me remembering the way it could have been.
Help me with this barricade.
No surrender. No defeat.
A spectre's haunting Albert Street.
I am your pamphleteer.

[anonymous]

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