"I saw it in books, I read it on T.V. ,
that does'nt mean anything to me.
hey little girl I've got a question,
come on lust, give me a lesson..."
you know when you get a really kick-ass song stuck in your head and then you go an play it kinda jammin along and such, then suddenly the whole tune takes on a whole new meaning and becomes instantly relevant to your present situation in life? (no? prolly think I'm some kinda daft subnormal then, and I'm like the only person on the planet that this happens to...well res ipsa loquitor)
its just that there are so many songs that feel as if they are speakingto me, not in some schizo sense, but rather in a relative manner as to the status quo of my life. some times I get the chills upon hearing one chord or line, and its like damn, the words ring so true; its an awesome sensation really. kind of theraputic cuz its like, "hey, there are other people out there with some of the same problems as me".
now if don't mind, I just need to vent a bit. you see "whats this shit called love" has been in and out of my head for like three days. I've tried listening to half my collection to drown it out, and I just end up right there. now I know the reason you see, and theres not much I can do about it except rake the coals over. it seems that the song is stirring up the remnants of a doomed relationship, in which I recieved no closure. I wasted three years on this gal cuz love is blind,and was used up and discarded.I was actually being played from the top, but had no idea until she chewed me up and spit me out. so thats where the song comes in...its been roundabout 10 months since we crashed and I still dont have the courage to try it all over (I thought I could tho ). f'ing baggage huh?
and while I'm still on the subject of venting: apparently, my little cousin dates some one who may or may not be an sg member.I know this from e-mails I've intercepted from my other so-called family members. so to you "weezer" what are you like eighteen now? listen Mr. ambercrombie-barb-wire tattoo, steroid popping football-mall punk: I haven't seen you in 6 years(do the math) so you dont know me, never did.you dont know what I'm about-so dont fuck with me, got it?( I know he'll see this, they like to look in my journal ever since they fingered me as TEDRIOT313; and call my ma and gossip and whatnot. fucking grow up
that does'nt mean anything to me.
hey little girl I've got a question,
come on lust, give me a lesson..."
you know when you get a really kick-ass song stuck in your head and then you go an play it kinda jammin along and such, then suddenly the whole tune takes on a whole new meaning and becomes instantly relevant to your present situation in life? (no? prolly think I'm some kinda daft subnormal then, and I'm like the only person on the planet that this happens to...well res ipsa loquitor)
its just that there are so many songs that feel as if they are speakingto me, not in some schizo sense, but rather in a relative manner as to the status quo of my life. some times I get the chills upon hearing one chord or line, and its like damn, the words ring so true; its an awesome sensation really. kind of theraputic cuz its like, "hey, there are other people out there with some of the same problems as me".
now if don't mind, I just need to vent a bit. you see "whats this shit called love" has been in and out of my head for like three days. I've tried listening to half my collection to drown it out, and I just end up right there. now I know the reason you see, and theres not much I can do about it except rake the coals over. it seems that the song is stirring up the remnants of a doomed relationship, in which I recieved no closure. I wasted three years on this gal cuz love is blind,and was used up and discarded.I was actually being played from the top, but had no idea until she chewed me up and spit me out. so thats where the song comes in...its been roundabout 10 months since we crashed and I still dont have the courage to try it all over (I thought I could tho ). f'ing baggage huh?
and while I'm still on the subject of venting: apparently, my little cousin dates some one who may or may not be an sg member.I know this from e-mails I've intercepted from my other so-called family members. so to you "weezer" what are you like eighteen now? listen Mr. ambercrombie-barb-wire tattoo, steroid popping football-mall punk: I haven't seen you in 6 years(do the math) so you dont know me, never did.you dont know what I'm about-so dont fuck with me, got it?( I know he'll see this, they like to look in my journal ever since they fingered me as TEDRIOT313; and call my ma and gossip and whatnot. fucking grow up
bleubyrd:
Yeah I know what u mean about the song. Just like a constant reminder... good luck with the closure. 