Well... Fucking talk to me, godadamnit..
Jul. 1st, 2004 11:32 pmDamon Albarn& Michael Nyman - [Checkmate]--- I... rarely get to have discussions, with you people, anymore, and even more rarely do i get to do it in a mode that pleases me. Examples would be, in long, hand-written letters, detailing all kinds of thoughts and triviatta, as well as sitting, face to face, over coffee, or your beverage of choice, and Talking. (Franz Ferdinand - [Auf Achse]). No pretenses, no hidden shite, at least not without the intention of bringing it out, and talking about it. If it would be a dance, then i'd prefer that we both know the tune, the step, and the rythm.
I want to sit down, not too many walls, and talk to you. Actual thoughtful conversation about whatever, and real emotion, and the things that matter to you, and the things that you think shoudl matter to us all, and vice cersa. I want to scare coffee-house patrons, with you, and have them not be able to do a damn thing, because the staff knows us, and likes us better, anyway. Well, they would get to know you. And i want... discussion...
The Dresden Dolls - [Missed Me]--- I've lodged this complaint, before, and the solution was simple: Find and talk to people, randomly, if need be, and regardless of their thoughts, on the subject. Make them talk, by gods. And that worked wonderfully. For a while. As i said, it's not simply the nature of the conversation, but the calibur, thereof, and the personal component, inherent. I need/want/have/would like to do this with several very certain people, and i don't really have that as an opportunity, at the moment, due to lack of time, and funds. So that's well buggered, for the time being.
The other obstacle being work. Eating time, which is only just, as i'm employed at a watch and clock store, yes? (Miles Davis - [Take Five]). And how i wish that i could.
I sing the same old song about having agreed to certain things, asking for them within certain time frames, and while the things didn't hold up their ends of the bargain, i'm still going to. Because i'm an upstanding guy. Read "Sucker." I believe that it fucking matters, and i don't want to put people out, or rock the fucking boat, for fear of not having a job, or failing school, or whatever. So i lose the social component. It's the sacrafice we make, for certain other goals, right? This is what i said: I needed a job, so i could get my car, so i could be more independent, and not have to rely on my friends, or public transportation, and save money, and get to school, and bring what i Need, closer. I've got the job. The car is coming, within three weeks (And if it doesn't, then something becomes ashes. A large, floating mass of ashes). But in that limbo-interim... well... There is skittishness. SleeplessNess. HostileNe-- I mean "-ity." And the song gets sung, and my vocal chords get tired, and the tune starts to play as a background, and what the hell, you know?
Why don't i just start shutting up, until i've got a new song to sing?
Later.
I want to sit down, not too many walls, and talk to you. Actual thoughtful conversation about whatever, and real emotion, and the things that matter to you, and the things that you think shoudl matter to us all, and vice cersa. I want to scare coffee-house patrons, with you, and have them not be able to do a damn thing, because the staff knows us, and likes us better, anyway. Well, they would get to know you. And i want... discussion...
The Dresden Dolls - [Missed Me]--- I've lodged this complaint, before, and the solution was simple: Find and talk to people, randomly, if need be, and regardless of their thoughts, on the subject. Make them talk, by gods. And that worked wonderfully. For a while. As i said, it's not simply the nature of the conversation, but the calibur, thereof, and the personal component, inherent. I need/want/have/would like to do this with several very certain people, and i don't really have that as an opportunity, at the moment, due to lack of time, and funds. So that's well buggered, for the time being.
The other obstacle being work. Eating time, which is only just, as i'm employed at a watch and clock store, yes? (Miles Davis - [Take Five]). And how i wish that i could.
I sing the same old song about having agreed to certain things, asking for them within certain time frames, and while the things didn't hold up their ends of the bargain, i'm still going to. Because i'm an upstanding guy. Read "Sucker." I believe that it fucking matters, and i don't want to put people out, or rock the fucking boat, for fear of not having a job, or failing school, or whatever. So i lose the social component. It's the sacrafice we make, for certain other goals, right? This is what i said: I needed a job, so i could get my car, so i could be more independent, and not have to rely on my friends, or public transportation, and save money, and get to school, and bring what i Need, closer. I've got the job. The car is coming, within three weeks (And if it doesn't, then something becomes ashes. A large, floating mass of ashes). But in that limbo-interim... well... There is skittishness. SleeplessNess. HostileNe-- I mean "-ity." And the song gets sung, and my vocal chords get tired, and the tune starts to play as a background, and what the hell, you know?
Why don't i just start shutting up, until i've got a new song to sing?
Later.
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Date: 2004-07-01 09:10 pm (UTC)no subject
And, confidentially? Your song already has hit the charts. Look around you.