hey monkeys. i am drunk and listening to disintegration and kinda missing the cure show in carson. but i wish they'd just toured by themselves. i mean, i LOVE mogwai and i like interpol, but i have seen the cure so many times and i don't want to see them unless i'm going to see a big 3 hour cure show. i'm sure they'll play faith or disintegration but i've seen those live. if they play plainsong i've never seen that and i'll miss that. but other than that i can deal. i wish i had some cute girl here to make out with. otherness...
Oh it's opening time
Down on Fascination Street
So let's cut the conversation
And get out for a bit
Because I feel it all fading and paling
And I'm begging
To drag you down with me
To kick the last nail in
Yeah! I like you in that
Like I like you to scream
But if you open your mouth
Then I can't be responsible
For quite what goes in
Or to care what comes out
So just pull on your hair
Just pull on your pout
And let's move to the beat
Like we know that it's over
If you slip going under
Slip over my shoulder
So just pull on your face
Just pull on your feet
And let's hit opening time
Down on Fascination Street
So pull on your hair
Pull on your pout
Cut the conversation
Just open your mouth
Pull on your face
Pull on your feet
And let's hit opening time
Down on Fascination Street
and after the rush of fascination street has passed, and our veins feel used but we've still got a silly sunset smile on our faces, the stereo gets really loud, and we hear this:
Don't you think that it's about now?
You cooled your operations
And be generous somehow
Don't you think the sarcasms
A little hard to stomach
And the cynicism's boring
How do you feel?
And here comes the fat controller
With his boots off getting colder
I've got no confidence
In where he's been
We can make him sing
Sing sing
Don't you wish the hounds would all agree
The animals are restless
And there's still no guarantee
Feeding time is over now
The zoo will soon be closing
And the temperature is freezing
How do you feel?
How do you feel?
And here comes the fat controller
With his boots off getting colder
I've got no confidence
In where he's been
We can make him sing
Sing sing sing
Step outside your crazy tree
Its shaking canopy 'cos you're alive
Drag your bad news home
And slip inside your soul
Ya know ya know you're alive
Sooner than later
All will be revealed
And you'll be feeling OK
And how do you feel?
Ooh ya know
How do you feel?
How do you feel?
How do you feel?
Oh it's opening time
Down on Fascination Street
So let's cut the conversation
And get out for a bit
Because I feel it all fading and paling
And I'm begging
To drag you down with me
To kick the last nail in
Yeah! I like you in that
Like I like you to scream
But if you open your mouth
Then I can't be responsible
For quite what goes in
Or to care what comes out
So just pull on your hair
Just pull on your pout
And let's move to the beat
Like we know that it's over
If you slip going under
Slip over my shoulder
So just pull on your face
Just pull on your feet
And let's hit opening time
Down on Fascination Street
So pull on your hair
Pull on your pout
Cut the conversation
Just open your mouth
Pull on your face
Pull on your feet
And let's hit opening time
Down on Fascination Street
and after the rush of fascination street has passed, and our veins feel used but we've still got a silly sunset smile on our faces, the stereo gets really loud, and we hear this:
Don't you think that it's about now?
You cooled your operations
And be generous somehow
Don't you think the sarcasms
A little hard to stomach
And the cynicism's boring
How do you feel?
And here comes the fat controller
With his boots off getting colder
I've got no confidence
In where he's been
We can make him sing
Sing sing
Don't you wish the hounds would all agree
The animals are restless
And there's still no guarantee
Feeding time is over now
The zoo will soon be closing
And the temperature is freezing
How do you feel?
How do you feel?
And here comes the fat controller
With his boots off getting colder
I've got no confidence
In where he's been
We can make him sing
Sing sing sing
Step outside your crazy tree
Its shaking canopy 'cos you're alive
Drag your bad news home
And slip inside your soul
Ya know ya know you're alive
Sooner than later
All will be revealed
And you'll be feeling OK
And how do you feel?
Ooh ya know
How do you feel?
How do you feel?
How do you feel?
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synnove:
you must be referring to my mad cooking skillz.
prockg:
I don't know whether to be embarrassed that I didn't know Gibbard was the singer in both or to be relieved because I thought my auditory palate had become so undiscriminating that I thought I couldn't tell the difference between what I thought was two different people. Does any of that make sense? 