tales from an ordinary world
2000-03-16
room temperature
keeping me warm
but dulling the senses
I sink into oblivion
I'm powerless
I can't move
I can't think
take me away from this place
I need to rejuvenate myself
but it's so hard to get up
the sun never sets here
it's perpetually all four seasons at once
the passing of time
to keep me company
and my thoughts
always my thoughts
some country music
faintly twanging in the background somewhere
mixed with the sound of rain
falling softly, slowly and sweetly
onto my head
and into my heart
...
I haven't mentioned what I've been listening to for a while. I guess I forgot. Besides, it's a bit self-indulgent. But anyway, after coming home and needing to listen to something, I settled on S.L.S.Q. by The Aints. On a night like this, there's nothing like hearing the mighty Edmund belt out some old Saints tunes, not to mention a way cool cover of River Deep, Mountain High. The album just goes.
I feel lightheaded. It's time for some Pizzicato Five.
...
I couldn't sleep, and this song appeared out of nowhere and made its way into my head, so I wrote down some lyrics to go with it, wherever it came from. Picture if you will, a 2-guitar song (with optional drums, but it works well as an acoustic number) like so :
i never wanted anything more than i've got right now
the sun has set and you say you've gotta head home right about now
but won't you stay for a longer time
won't you stay for a longer time
you can always hurt me so much with that look
i thought i could've thrown away my little black book
but won't you stay for a longer time
won't you stay for a longer time
this is the way these things always seem to end
if you go now it's going to drive me round the bend
but won't you stay for a longer time
won't you stay for a longer time
...uh. Yeah. I dunno where it came from. It just appeared in my head. Far from earth-shattering I know, but it was there all the same, and I guess it had to come out. It wouldn't leave otherwise. Sorry. There's a first time for everything, and I feel uncomfortable letting these things out. They seem so...unpolished...in comparison to just about anything else I can think of.
