Everything that keeps me together
is falling apart, I've got
this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over
- Third Planet, by Modest Mouse
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I want to live in the city with no friends or family
Im gonna look out the window of my color tv
I will remember to remember
to forget you forgot me,
Im gonna look out the window of my color tv
Through the cracks in the wall
Slow motion for all
Dripped out of the bar
So sports is nothing at all
Im watching tv
I guess thats a solution
They gave me a receipt that said I didnt buy nothing
So rust is a fire and our blood oxidizes
My eyes roll around all around on the carpet
Oh hit the deck, its the decal man
Standing upside down and talking out of his pants
- A different city, Modest Mouse
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dear journal, this has been a strange september... annie left, voltaire quit, claudia walked, katie got the shaft with apnea cause they were touching naked somewhere else, i guess that means the site is officially dead. anyway, its not good. i guess the moral is (a) nobody matters or (b) shut your trap and don't speak about these things. Time to put the blinders on and stare dutifully straight ahead. Meanwhile, the lords of a thousand boxes are impervious to regret. nothing will make them sad. well, at least i have some perfect pearl jam bootlegs to make me happy again. over 13 hours of live concerts played by god damn rock & roll professionals makes this a pretty good september. for some reason, i don't want to listen to any of it on the stereo. It's got to be ipod, cause, this is not for you i don't want to share the musical heroine with asshole brainless neighbors.
is falling apart, I've got
this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over
- Third Planet, by Modest Mouse
---------------------------------------------------------------
I want to live in the city with no friends or family
Im gonna look out the window of my color tv
I will remember to remember
to forget you forgot me,
Im gonna look out the window of my color tv
Through the cracks in the wall
Slow motion for all
Dripped out of the bar
So sports is nothing at all
Im watching tv
I guess thats a solution
They gave me a receipt that said I didnt buy nothing
So rust is a fire and our blood oxidizes
My eyes roll around all around on the carpet
Oh hit the deck, its the decal man
Standing upside down and talking out of his pants
- A different city, Modest Mouse
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dear journal, this has been a strange september... annie left, voltaire quit, claudia walked, katie got the shaft with apnea cause they were touching naked somewhere else, i guess that means the site is officially dead. anyway, its not good. i guess the moral is (a) nobody matters or (b) shut your trap and don't speak about these things. Time to put the blinders on and stare dutifully straight ahead. Meanwhile, the lords of a thousand boxes are impervious to regret. nothing will make them sad. well, at least i have some perfect pearl jam bootlegs to make me happy again. over 13 hours of live concerts played by god damn rock & roll professionals makes this a pretty good september. for some reason, i don't want to listen to any of it on the stereo. It's got to be ipod, cause, this is not for you i don't want to share the musical heroine with asshole brainless neighbors.