i went and saw the Lovemakers tonight. they put on a really good show. scott's an excellent guitar player. i left with a cd, and the thought in the back of my head that maybe i should buy a Twin Reverb and play with a pick more often.
the lyrics to "Thumb" are going 'round and 'round in my head right now. dunno why. i could relate them to some of the ways that i feel right now, but i'm usuallt able to do that with pretty much any lyric at any given time. dunno what it all means anymore.
i've got a hundred of them - those perfect little lines that just appear...falling off the tip of my tongue. i think that maybe they'd go somewhere, that they'd lead to something, some greater truth or better second line - but i think that i choke them by thinking too hard. if i could just find a happy medium between letting them come and writing them down, then maybe i'd be getting somewhere. as it is, i've got a hundred little fragments - broken pieces of some huge and lovely mirror - the harder i look into them, the more reflections of myself i end up seeing.
cryptic, yes...but it's what's on my mind. why i decided to type it all out here i don't know - the computer was closer and more convenient than a pen or book of paper. and besides, it'd been a while since i'd updated.
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there never really is a good time
theres always nothing much to say
pretty good - not doing that fine
gettin' up most every day
the lyrics to "Thumb" are going 'round and 'round in my head right now. dunno why. i could relate them to some of the ways that i feel right now, but i'm usuallt able to do that with pretty much any lyric at any given time. dunno what it all means anymore.
i've got a hundred of them - those perfect little lines that just appear...falling off the tip of my tongue. i think that maybe they'd go somewhere, that they'd lead to something, some greater truth or better second line - but i think that i choke them by thinking too hard. if i could just find a happy medium between letting them come and writing them down, then maybe i'd be getting somewhere. as it is, i've got a hundred little fragments - broken pieces of some huge and lovely mirror - the harder i look into them, the more reflections of myself i end up seeing.
cryptic, yes...but it's what's on my mind. why i decided to type it all out here i don't know - the computer was closer and more convenient than a pen or book of paper. and besides, it'd been a while since i'd updated.
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there never really is a good time
theres always nothing much to say
pretty good - not doing that fine
gettin' up most every day
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"i've got a hundred little fragments - broken pieces of some huge and lovely mirror - the harder i look into them, the more reflections of myself i end up seeing."
I feel that way all the time........