December 2008
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Cafe Restaurant
Oh, ha-ha! I see you sitting there in the corner, beauty. Sipping softly on hot coffee, glancing passively at passerby. Ha-ha! See me? Drooling maybe on a barstool? Of course not, don’t be silly! Ha-ha, sophisticated woman! I love the idea of you. You present it perfectly, scarf and Ray-Ban eye protection. Worried the dim lights might scar your pretty retina? See me approaching? Of course...
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pretty condensation girl many thoughts of you stick on my skull describing you is a monumental difficulty cannot, will not condense you for the petty sake of storytelling will not forsake you petty condensation girl many of you on the window sill copies cut from wax you provide riven grooves I can really taste I covet you, my collection I collect you each drop on my glass spare change from the...
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oh, my true love waits for me now ha-ha, here she comes a’dancin’ oh-oh, she’s a saint in a million a couple’a whiskeys and an old bar stool
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I’m finally ready to share this.
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my broken finger rattling nails bones and dust cigarettes for a touch to the touch of the lungs the bloodied lungs ringing soaking in desire and nonsense my bloodied lip tastes the mountain next to factory where I eat put food to bloodied lip and taste desire soaking in nonsense the bloodied ears ringing thunder rolls from summer mountains cuts across perched noses on ready faces ready to give...
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why so easy to please? you must be a cliche addict loving the obviously lovable things give creativity a chance
You can dance if you want to.
(via magnoliasurgeon)
you can spank your friends behind. you can dance, you can dance, everybody pull down your pants!
I think all restaurants should have delivery...
magnoliasurgeon:
Because I really want some Greek food.
But that would mean I actually have to put on pants and go get it.
That’s not an appealing thought.
I think every city should take after Chicago and have companies that will go pick up the food for you and deliver it to you for cheap, cheap, cheap.
Songs Not To Listen To While Having Sex
“Jesus Christ You’re Tall” by Harry Nilsson
“Atlas” by Battles “No Action” by Elvis Costello “Mirror In the Bathroom” by The English Beat “Meat and Potatoes” by Belle & Sebastian
“Lay Lady Lay” by Bob Dylan Any Tom Waits song. “Song of the Sad Assassin” by Why? “Making Flippy Floppy” by...
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an untitled song by me. was writing it while...
it smells good out
GOD
GOD DAMNIT
all I want is to go back in time and just curl up in it and soak it all up
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summer nonsense
I was on Capitol Hill I saw the sun drown I felt a graze of home pass against my eyes closed this is all nonsense a caricature of my true love let the warmth breathe in feel my feet on hot gravel perpetual sweat on face my face sleeves rolled up girls to impress just one to impress sleep, my refuge from reality I dream of you and plan, plan, constantly plan and live it! oh, I lived it! if I ever...
So, I just spent 2 hours narrowing down what I’m going to put on my “album”.
I’m down to 46 tracks.
UGH
yeah, okay, i’ll stop.
if I could shut my mouth she’d probably like this
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“1998” by me.
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a girl from Kentucky that I knew I loved and still do she’s from Kentucky if I remember correctly I think I do she listens to good music she’s very pretty but most of all she’s got my favorite soul
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why don’t you listen he must be a money factory or some kind of happy machine some kind of maximum pleasure or else I know you wouldn’t I know you wouldn’t follow tail blindly behind don’t be a symbiotic girl straining to hear that which you need to here’s my number come hither why do you bother making me feel necessary is there a sympathetic kindness to you are you...
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“Speakers” by me.
A...
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your hair looks pretty
Texas is a shithole my left half was born in right was Michigan I feel weird again Montana rode through Mississippi passed Great Divide symbolic I couldn’t let it last river. river. river. Tennessee was good to me the Northwest a black hole you were the mission burning in my soul Jacksonville I dream about every time the sky’s green New York is just a place, man I don’t remember...
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we live but will we ever die? the sky is shrinking now, in the rearview. I’m in some kind of lie I am drinking now, light of the new moon.
Oh yes, I’ve found something brilliant.
P.S. Allie --
English Girls Approximately might be my new favorite RA song.
Thanks fer sharin’ it. :)
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everybody writes about the moon yeah, it’s a bird in a nest some strange thing of insomniac glory a guide, or sometimes grinning down I don’t see the sun that much anymore I miss it sometimes and sometimes I wish I wasn’t so sick with mysterious aches by tomorrow I’ll be fine I tell myself and drown in the inevitable drink like Eric Wilson I can be against happiness maybe...
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Good night/good morning Tumblr.
Here’s...
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the
the beach hotel in San Diego can’t push it out with Tennessee the sand’s still stuck between my toes I still try to be like I used to be the Badlands in Montana I wouldn’t forget it if I had the chance Polish beer in a motel-fake cabana I still rock back and forth in that drunken stance
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it's ugly
I’m a shell of a man but she still follows me around always wants my hand her head is buried in the ground and it’s ugly. she admires me deeply and when I do everything wrong her love spikes steeply and the nights grow too long and it’s ugly. I used to be flattered and her smile seemed worthy but now nothing matters this love seems so dirty and it’s ugly. I made a mistake...
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peo
peoples faces are changing, yours too hard to recognize all old friends they aren’t the same ones I knew my hourglass is broken hard to tell quite what to do all my friends seem to be poets seem to have some disguise seem to only wear it in writing lets them see through different eyes and what are you you seem to be changing too all my lovers have been mountains growing up so high growing in...
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Delight, from now on, will be impossible. Damn my heart — for embellishing old things. Damnit, I don’t crave the future, I crave what I once had.
I can’t help but comparing everything to the old, the true things, the really great things. They make everything new bland and hopeless, they make change untrustworthy, unbearable. Damn my heart, the bitter part, the part that lingers,...
GAHH I can’t mix anything!
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the spot, staring the sidewalk, quiet grass tired anxious there you are, always I keep expecting you to just show up when I’m sitting there
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forever a summer my stepping-stone misconduct the path you carved deliberate you origins ignored and those blushing cheeks ahh, piercing stare! shit! why is it so long ago why so fresh an imprint the perpetual look-over-shoulder while walking away you know reluctantly hands folded warmth, yours were warm highlight it for me? post pursuit dawn and drive home head scratching and note sharing we were...
ryan adams i love your new album
don’t touch me don’t talk to me turn off the lights go to bed don’t touch me don’t talk to me leave me alone
I hope you’re happy in Texas I hope you’ve found a love I hope you hold on to the necklace before push turns to shove I hope you’re living the dream life the one we talked about I hope your shootin’ in straight lines whenever talk turns to shout I hope you’re skin is not too red I hope he don’t go to your head I hope you never get out because that town...
Seen the Highlands (Interpreted)
I was born a lag in Glasgow in a gallow gate tenement when people spoke of my barley land I didn’t know what they meant but then attuned to travel Ireland far and wide you’ll know when I speak of my native land I speak with love and pride
a place in time, such sentiment holds in me vehement reckless adornment of nostalgia and beauty, you quitting an impossibility ohhhhhhhhhh
Everybody wants to seem extreme but no one’s seen the things I’ve seen no one’s been the places I’ve been no one means what they say they mean. everyone wants to be the things I’ve been but no one’s sinned quite like I’ve sinned no one’s had straight my gin no one knows how I was then. everybody wished they’d traveled the land I’ve...
old Nat spoke, “Life is a banquet of choices” mine will be rough but right.
you belong to me.
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beg and differ
it lingers in her soul a composition pile of plots and thought-whistles blowing forever whistling in the breeze like a wandering stranger finding non-homes stranger than me. “don’t get near me” screaming temptation the true soul really inside me? I differ but beg her to stay with me. she’s the mailbox with the dropped jaw begging for postal food she’s begging to...
trap, maybe hardly painless mostly a mistake leave me alone temptation supposed to be a bad thing? bible had one thing right.
Rolling Stones - She’s a Rainbow The best...
71revisited:
note to drunken self: remember to write later about how time passes so fast when you least want it to. like how short a song can seem when you’re in the right place or with the right person but alone, even if it’s your favorite, can go on for an eternity. but maybe it’s because you did share it in that right place with that right person? fuck i don’t know. ANYWAY YES, write about this...
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you’ve got a small heart giving me a big heartache I finally breathe seriously now surprised? it’s your fault it always a tough ride you’re always changing and I’m always on the outside
