… the greatest thing since peanut butter?
it’s a shame
that i can’t talk trees
in times like today
when people are simply not
making sense…
Uncategorized | Comment (0)HERE COMES THE DOLDRUMS
I am more of a lyrics guy. Ever since these ears learned to decipher lyrics as not just words to accompany the beat, I have been obsessed with cassette inlay cards. For me, one criteria of analyzing if the band want the fans to be part of the whole album experience and to be one with the message is when the lyrics are scrawled all over the liner notes. -Think (almost all) the albums of rivermaya and eheads, guns n’ roses illusion I & II, third eye blind’s 1st album, Nirvana’s In Utero etc – these are important albums that have big themes and had led the alternative nation into some barrier breaking sing-alongs. of course there’s the catchy opening riffs and melodic build up that may regulate the importance of lyrics but you’ll know that a song has staying power if the words are served right between those pauses and rhythm.
Last Saturday was the loneliest Saturday I can remember. Ever. My so-called new life has begun on that day. This room which I rented for a measly 1300 was actually my door to a future of quiet uncertainty. Pink walls. Fake blood stains. Locked windows.Shady lighting. Perfect. or so I thought.
As I unpack my bags and left my things clattering from the floor through my uncovered mattress, I felt an unexpected urge to cry. And I did. So much that my sobs echoed through the walls. And I can’t seem to switch the damn thing off. A sudden rush of senses. It has been awhile you see, since I reach out for that lever and let it run freely. To distract myself, I got a hold of my ipod (which was connected to two dusty computer speakers) and set it on a shuffle mood. Funny coincidence that these two songs played instantly along as if this electronic device had a deal with the murky afternoon to make me feel extra miserable. I appreciate the hilarity of the moment and wept along as the words brought me to new heights of self introspection.
Learning to Hunt (Guided by Voice)
You were a child reaching out brave and true
for big things in the next room
and I couldn’t step into such open sky
where on the crest of uncertainty you loom
I’m learning to hunt for you
I’m learning to hunt for you
Say that you’ll never run too far away
Even with all the answers out there
where it’s brighter but no one will care
half as much as I care about you
I’m learning to hunt for you
I’m learning to hunt for you
Little Motel (Modest Mouse)
hope that you like it in your little motel
And I hope that the suite sleeps and suits you well
Well I can see it as time and a sight through smell and
Thats why its nice to be by yourself
Cause thats what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for, aren’t I?
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for darlin’
We treat mishaps like sinking ships and
I know that I don’t want to be out to drift
Well I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and
They both tell me that we’re better than this
Cause thats what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for, aren’t I?
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for darlin’
We trade tit for tat like that for this
And I don’t think that there was an insult that was missed
I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and
I’m very sorry
Cause thats what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for, aren’t I?
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for
That’s what I’m waiting for darlin’
It rained and its over a shooting star
Landed directly on our broke down little car
We fold and we had made a wish
That we would be missed
If one another just did not exist
Cause thats what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting on, aren’t we?
That’s what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting for darlin’
That’s what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting for
That’s what we’re waiting for aren’t we?