Tonight PBS aired the new Doors movie "When You're Strange." Impressed. I thoroughly enjoyed it. Jim, to me, is ingenious. Nothing comes remotely close to the movement of this band. The film made me remember why I loved them in the first place and basically re-birthed my outlook of them, their sound, what they stand for, the musical aspect in a whole new light. A way in which I thought I couldn't develop more in depth than I already felt. A lyrical Genius, an intelligent lover, a brilliant artist and a maker of a rather good beard..MMM!
He past is a grotesque animal and in it's eyes you see
How completely wrong you can be
The sun is out it melts the snow that fell yesterday makes you wonder why it
bothered
I fell in love with the first cute girl that I met who could appreciate george
bataille
Standing at swedish festival discussing the "story of the eye"
It's so embarrassing to need someone like I do you
How can I explain I need you here and not here too
I'm flunking out I'm gone I'm just gone but at least I author my own disaster
Performance breakdown and I don't want to hear it
I'm just not available things could be different but they're not
The mousy girl screams violence violence she gets hysterical
Cause they're both so mean and it's my favorite scene
But the cruelty's so predictable it makes you sad on the stage
Though our love project has so much potential but it's like we weren't made for
this world
Though I wouldn't really want to meet someone who was
Do I have to scream in your face?
I've been dodging lamps and vegetables
Throw it all in my face I don't care
Let's just have some fun
Let's tear this shit apart
Let's tear the fucking house apart
Let's tear our fucking bodies apart but let's just have some fun
Somehow you've red rovered the gestapo circling my heart
And nothing can defeat you no death no ugly world
You've lived so brightly you've altered everything
I find myself searching for oldselves
While speeding forward through the plate glass of maturing cells
I've played the unraveler the parhelion
But even Apocalypse is fleeting
There's no death no ugly world
Sometimes I wonder if you're mythologizing me like I do you
We want our film to be beautiful not realistic
Perceive me in the radiance of terror dreams
And you can betray me but teach me something wonderful
Crown my head crowd my head with your lilting effects
Project your fears onto me
I need to view them
See there's nothing to them
I promise you there's nothing to them
I'm so touched by your goodness you make me feel so criminal
How do you keep it together? I'm all all unraveled
But you know no matter where we are
We're always touching by underground wires
I've explored you with the detachment of an analyst
But most nights we've raided the same kingdoms
And none of our secrets are physical now.
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this will forever raise the hair on my arms. this will forever make me get lost within the lyrics. this is my thought process & every line is better than the last.
Saturday Kat, Melissa & myself went to the grand opening of Shepard Fairy's newest exhibition 'Mayday'.
With a line legit 5+ blocks deep, we patinently waited. At on point, one block rather....Kat leaned over and commented on the 'bling' on this dude, 5 heads away from us. I made a passed a comment, something along the lines of "...like he's Rick Ross the boss or something" The girls ahead of us giggled. As time later went on we then realized.....it was RICK. ROSS. THE. MOTHA. FUCKIN. BOSS. PLAYA!
to tell it straight, I'm trying to build a wall
Walking by myself down avenues that reek of time to kill
If you see me keep going
be a pass by waver
Build me up, bring me down
just leave me out you name dropper Stop trying to catch my eye I see you good you forced faker
Just make it easy You're my enemy you fast talker
I can say I hope it will be worth what I give up
If I could stand up mean for the things that I believe
What am I here for
I left my home to disappear is all I'm here for myself Not to know you I don't need no one else
Fit in so good the hope is that you cannot see me later
You don't know me I am an introvert an excavator
I'm duckin' out for now
a face in dodgy elevators
Creep up and suddenly I found myself
an innovator
Change, change, change, I want to get up out of my skin
tell you what
if I can shake it I'm 'a make this something worth dreaming of
I often drive late at night with close friends and go looking at houses. It might be one of my favorite things to do. We put on mellow jams, get the buddah rolled tight and shoes off. Almost always Kat will say "billy joel lives here...." and I die laughing beacuse it's everytime we pass his house, she says that. Above is turly my dream home, it's the most perfect thing i've ever seen.
