I love music. Who doesn't like music? The thing I like best about it though, is how the music can sink into your subconcious, and in the strangest moments in your life filter through the silence into your mind, and remind you of feelings, or thoughts you're barely able to explain.
Tonight as I was searching the internet for various things, the following song filtered into my head:
Everything is bleak.
It's the middle of the night.
You're all alone and
the dummies might be right.
You feel like a jerk.
My music at work.
My music at work.
Avoid trends and cliches.
Don't try to be up to date.
And when the sunlight hits the olive-oil,
don't hesitate.
The night's so long it hurts
My music at work.
In a symbol too far
or the anatomy of a stain;
to determine where you are,
in a sink full of Ganges, I'd remain -
No matter what you heard
in my music at work.
My music at work.
My music at work.
I call it, 'Olga Waits;
The Cloud That Entertains
The Dim Possibility of
Showing Some Restraint.'
The rain came down berserk.
My music at work.
My music at work.
On a star beyond the chart
or the dark side of a drop of rain.
determining where you are,
in a sink full of Ganges, I remain -
No matter what you heard.
My music at work.
My music at work.
My music at work.
La-la-la-la-la-la.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
La-la-la-la-la-la.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
Everythng is bleak.
It's the middle of the night.
You're all alone and
the dummies might be right.
Outside, the darkness lurks.
My music at work.
My music at work.
Hey fallen hummingbird,
my music at work.
From the middle of the earth,
my music at work.
Bound for bed without dessert,
my music at work.
My music at work.
My music at work."
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It's by one of my favorite bands. The Tragically Hip. The first guy I was really into, loved them. Because I was interested in him, I took an interest in them -- and even though he and I broke up, and weren't meant for happily ever after, my interest in the band, endured. My heart sort of reaches for them, whenever I'm going through periods of change in my life. They're comfort food, for my ears.
Tonight, I could hear the strains of ..."Everything is bleak. It's the middle of the night. You're all alone and the dummies might be right. You feel like a jerk...."
Sometimes I think we all must feel like that. Like a jerk?
I'm not sure. My mind is restless. I ache for a buffer between me and everything that I'm feeling. But there isn't enough new york style cheesecake in the world. There isn't enough alchol, or sex, or running until I can't breathe in the world, to take this edge off.
It just is.
"Avoid trends and cliches, Don't try to be up to date. And when the sunlight hits the olive-oil, don't hesitate. The night's so long it hurts ..My music at work."
3:05 AM - 07.12.2010
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