The band hired a marksman ( Read more... )

If I could make my voice rise
up high, cathedral like
I'd shout out anger, love and joy
Present a heart on fire
Dying to make you feel what I feel

But I have nothing to say
And I don't know what I feel
So, if my voice rose above others
Would I say
Anything at all?

M asked me something very interesting last night. He wondered if I had felt that familiar emptiness after I had bought my dj stuff. And I thought about it for a moment, and I realized that this time, I didn't feel empty. I felt happy, because I am finally doing something that I like and I really think I can learn to do this well.

I hope I can.

I am in a creative mood and I can't create shit because I'm fucking worthless. fuck it.

and so I felt it all
coming down over me
looking at her
looking past her

and so I felt nothing at all

Before our venture, which included standing in line freezin my butt off, to see The Magic Numbers yesterday, I went to Blenda to forage a bit. They actually do have a few records avaiable for free, hidden beneath the cds. Most of them are old recordings of classical symphonies with ripped covers ( Read more... )

They played "This is a song" for me.

"Slow down (The way it goes)" was the best act.

All of it was brilliant.

Tonight I can sleep well.

Just a day of snow left before night falls and I get to see The Magic Numbers in action. This is gonna be so fun!

bells chime
I know I gotta get awaaaaaaay

This song says pretty much everything about my relationship with Angelica. And when I hear it now, I feel so much and still nothing...I just fear ( Read more... )