February 2009
“Over prescribed / under the mister / we had survived to / turn on the history channel / and ask our esteemed panel / why are we alive / and here’s how they replied / you’re what happens when two substances collide / and by all accounts you really should’ve died / stretched out on the tarmac / six miles south of North Platte / he can’t stand to look back / at sixteen tons of HAZMAT / and it’s what goes / undelivered undelivered / and it’s a nervous tic motion of the head to the left / it’s a nervous tic motion of the head to the left / exorcise your cells till you’re bereft / ‘cause it’s a nervous tic motion of the head to the left / splayed out on a bathmat / six miles north of South Platte / and he just wants his life back / what’s in that paper knapsack / it’s what goes undelivered / over imbibed / under the mister / barely alive we / cover the blisters in flannel / though the words we speak / are banal / not one of them’s a lie / not one of them’s a lie / you’re what happens when two substances collide / and by all accounts you really should’ve / died”
—Andrew Bird ||| A Nervous Tic Motion Of The Head To The Left
January 2009
“Why do people persist in a dissatisfying relationship, unwilling either to work toward solutions or end it and move on? It is because they know changing will lead to the unknown, and most people believe that the unknown will be much more painful than what they are already experiencing.”
—Anthony Robbins (via straydogs)
today was hard
sunday will be much harder
See you at 7 at North Bowl
I TOTALLY BLANKED ON THIS… see you all in a little while
(via phillymeetup)
tvotr ||| blind
I seen a girl
With a guy
With hair like yours
From what I remember
He took her hand
And smiled her name
Her face like yours
She smiled the same
From what I remember
Been so long since last December
She walked your walk
She talked like you
She shimmered strong
She shined right through
From what I remember
I said I seen a girl
With a guy
So who I’d seen
So who am I
Now I can’t remember
Been so long since last December
So I’m sending
Up the ladder
To the perfect doorfront
I’m still mighty tiny
Hoping that you’d be my little godsend
Because right now I’ll take any and blindly
Before I find another noose to fit us
Before we choose another hand to hit us
Let us ask each other
What’s the difference
Because if you save yourself
I’ll save you all the time
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