There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ships smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I cant hear what youre sayin
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I got that feeling once again
I cant explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
- "Comfortably Numb" by Pink Floyd.
I used to think Pink Floyd was really overrated. But then I watched The Wall and understood a bit where all the hype was coming from. I wouldn't really call myself a fan persay, but I love "Comfortably Numb." It is an amazing tune. I wish I could write a song like that. Something that everyone can relate to in one way or another.
I went out of town with the family last night and took my mind off things. I bought Modest Mouse's album and The Flaming Lips' Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots... I cannot describe this album to you in words. I listened to it for hours and hours. It just fills me with quiet contentment. My sister took practically all her share of our CDs to college with her so I am Smiths-less, Cure-less, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club-less, Travis-less, 1/2 U2-less...
I have been deprived. So now I'm forced to go out and buy more music. Nice considering I no longer have a job therefore I no longer have money.
Well, I sort of do. Starting next week I'm going to tutor 4th and 5th graders after school for $6 an hour, and $9 for one and half hours. I only do it twice a week so it's not like the paycheck is going to be great, but at least it's something. Small children are not my expertise.
Looky. I have the sexiest best friend in the whole world. You know you're jealous. She wishes she had the means to join the site. So say hello to her in my comments because she reads them. Tell her how lovely she is.
Distancing myself from these words, I back away from the room. Baffled. In a sweaty panic I dodge the crowd and pump my legs back home. Once home, I collapse on the floor and gather my sentiments. I cry myself to sleep and awake to hear your voice on the telephone receiver. Please tell me this isn't happening. Tell me you love me and that it will all mend itself back together by tomorrow. I felt like I knew you, the shy outside and the sad interior. I felt like I knew your capabilities. We were two and now we're nothing. I belong to your past and you remain in the present.
A distant ships smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I cant hear what youre sayin
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I got that feeling once again
I cant explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
- "Comfortably Numb" by Pink Floyd.
I used to think Pink Floyd was really overrated. But then I watched The Wall and understood a bit where all the hype was coming from. I wouldn't really call myself a fan persay, but I love "Comfortably Numb." It is an amazing tune. I wish I could write a song like that. Something that everyone can relate to in one way or another.
I went out of town with the family last night and took my mind off things. I bought Modest Mouse's album and The Flaming Lips' Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots... I cannot describe this album to you in words. I listened to it for hours and hours. It just fills me with quiet contentment. My sister took practically all her share of our CDs to college with her so I am Smiths-less, Cure-less, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club-less, Travis-less, 1/2 U2-less...
I have been deprived. So now I'm forced to go out and buy more music. Nice considering I no longer have a job therefore I no longer have money.
Well, I sort of do. Starting next week I'm going to tutor 4th and 5th graders after school for $6 an hour, and $9 for one and half hours. I only do it twice a week so it's not like the paycheck is going to be great, but at least it's something. Small children are not my expertise.
Looky. I have the sexiest best friend in the whole world. You know you're jealous. She wishes she had the means to join the site. So say hello to her in my comments because she reads them. Tell her how lovely she is.
Distancing myself from these words, I back away from the room. Baffled. In a sweaty panic I dodge the crowd and pump my legs back home. Once home, I collapse on the floor and gather my sentiments. I cry myself to sleep and awake to hear your voice on the telephone receiver. Please tell me this isn't happening. Tell me you love me and that it will all mend itself back together by tomorrow. I felt like I knew you, the shy outside and the sad interior. I felt like I knew your capabilities. We were two and now we're nothing. I belong to your past and you remain in the present.
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What do you think of that modest mouse album ? im loving 'float on' .. I bet its not up to that.
I can't leave, I'm stuck. lol