Month: March 2002

ReverendMajisto: because they moved it to Sokol, and dropped ticket prices
ReverendMajisto: So I get fucked over for 8
TheRobotMonkey: so what does that teach you about being prepared?
ReverendMajisto: never be prepared
ReverendMajisto: wait til the last minute
TheRobotMonkey: I’m glad you learned something today

So I happened across this page today. Apparently, Steve of Blue’s Clues fame is a musician. I got a chuckle out of that idea and downloaded his mp3s that he had.

Then my jaw hit the floor. Somehow, and I’m not sure how folks, they don’t suck. They’re quite, quite good.

The page is amusing though. So check it out.

Don’t Let Our Youth Go To Waste (Jonathan Richman)

I need to walk by the flowers with someone who can share my face
It looks like no one can take your place
And I could bleed in sympathy with you
on those days
and I could drink up everything you have
Don’t let it go to waste
I could give you memories to rival Berlin in the 30s
and I really understand your dating bar ways
And I could bleed in sympathy with you
on those days, and I could drink up everything you have
Don’t let it go to waste
Say something warm
Say something bright
I can’t stand to see you when you’re cold
Nor can I stand being out of your life
I could bleed in sympathy with you
on those days, and I could drink up everything you have
Don’t let our youth go to waste

I keep trying to forget. I keep trying not to hold on.

But I can’t.

And I won’t.

Not yet.

I’m a mess of contradictions

And I hate myself sometimes.

This is one of those.

No signals.

No signs.

No maps.

No stars guiding my path.

What the am I supposed to do?

How am I supposed to feel?

To act?

To talk?

What do you want to hear?

Can you at least tell me?

Anticipation makes my head hurt.

I got drunk last night trying not to think.

It didn’t work.

So I was drunk and thinking.

I thought about you.

I thought about me.

I thought about drinking more.

So I drank more.

And I thought more.

And here I am again.

Still thinking.

Still drinking.

I won’t be going anywhere soon.

I’m blaming Iowa City for my insomnia. I had a week of normal sleep at home. Now I can’t sleep again. What the fuck!?!