grimjack

I'm a grouchy fuck when I wake up.

Here's a little spin on words from Peter Murphy:

Cuts You Up



I find you in the morning... after dreams of distant signs
You pour yourself over me like the sun through the blinds
You lift me up and get me out
Keep me walking but never shout
"Hold the secret close", I hear you say

You know the way it throws about.
It takes you in and spits you out
It spits you out when you desire
to conquer it, to feel you're higher
To follow it you must be clean,
with mistakes that you do mean
Move the heart, switch the pace
Look for what seems out of place

Yeah on and on it goes, calling like a distant wind
Through the zero hour we'll walk... cut the thick and break the thin
No sound to break, no moment clear
when all the doubts are crystal clear
Crashing hard into the secret wind

You know the way it twists and turns
Changing colour, spinning yarns
You know the way it leaves you dry
It cuts you up, it takes you high
You know the way it's painted gold
Is it honey? Is it gold?
You know the way it throws about.
It takes you in and spits you out
It spits you out when you desire
to conquer it, to feel you're higher
To follow it you must be clean,
with mistakes that you do mean
Move the heart, switch the pace
Look for what seems out of place

And now I find the special kind
You, yourself, like sun through blinds
You lift me up and get me out
Keep me walking but never shout
It's okay... it goes this way
The line is thin, it twists away
Cuts you up, It throws about
Keep me walking, but never shout.

Hrmmm...looks like I'll be listening to that on the way to work today. Maybe it'll put me in better spirits. ANYWAY...yesterday was another SHIT DAY FROM HELL. You know, I should have the coolest job in the world. I get to fly in a helicopter all day, play on the computer, and generally fuck around. Unfortunatley, the news industry is full of die hard douchebags that just need to run around like headless chickens. Our executive producer smoked the crack pipe yesterday and ruined most of the day for me. Now I have cover my ass for his ridiculous actions. Goddamn lucky that I dont own a gun. But I do hold grudges for a long time....and revenge is a dish best served cold.

To make the night that much less bearable,Eagles of Death Metal cabcelled their gig late last night. I didnt know about it...so I pulled up to the khyber, and I see no big tour bus. I hear a band though that sounds like the Minibosses (and opening act). The guy at the door breaks the news to me. Lovely. So, I go home and play video game and watch Star Trek Reruns. Im SO goddamn cool....still, I dont plan on losing my Gig Whore status....the Star Spangles are playing Friday night at the Pontiac. Im in like Flynn.