Reasonably Untolerable

God forsake those who see what's ours
and claim it as their own

Seen from distances created by the hours
you've met the person you'll never get to know

Now what's left to say
only confirms what no one ever said

A game of chess or checkers
luck is favored by those who need it most

But don't believe for a second
it's fine to take what took so long to start

From downhill to light headed
how is it not seen, it's senseless to pursue

Build your own from the ground up regardless
I'm sure it was doomed for you from the start

You say you talk so much
but you're never spoken to
You say you talk so damn much
but there's no one whose said they've spoken to you
You say you talk so much
and for me the way out is through

Track Review: Harvey Danger - Woolly Muffler

Ah, Harvey Danger how overlooked you are, ever since they released their first single "Flagpole Sitta" back in 1998, the poor band never really got the recognition they deserved. So here is "Woolly Muffler" a deep cut and fan favorite from their debut album "Where Have All The Merrymakers Gone?" and it's damn good.

With it's hysterical lyrics about the fantasies and desires of a relationship with someone, finally getting it but then slowly realizing it's not all it really was set up to be, and it's final poetic justice twist; revealing that the narrator only enjoyed the relationship when it was a nice, controllable, consequence-free idea, the messy reality of being in a relationship is undesirable to him, so he's leaving. And not doing it gently.

This is what really makes this song kick all kinds of ass. A nice fuck you to people who want something serious in climates that don't call for it.

Oh and the music, yeah I ordered a ton of overdrive and downbeat chord progressions and choruses like "Friends will turn against you/People disappoint you everytime/So if you've got greatness in you/Would you do us all a favor/And Keep it to yourself"

It's too bad that no one wanted to hear Harvey Danger's greatness. Luckily, they didn't listen.

Down By Okkervil River

Okkervil River is still a good band, well the old stuff at least.
Thanks to this band I was able to get to know Matthew. Great stuff.

Aimless Ideas: Tunnels

It ultimately ends where it begins, how it begins with some is that it means nothing, so it ends at nothing. Thankfully, the sense of something that means nothing ending leaves more room for things that do mean something.

To remember what really matters, oh those summer days.

How quaint.

(This was a great weekend.)

Aimless Ideas: Heresy

"Anyone who has something to submit to, will submit to it."

The thing is, who is weak enough to have something to submit to that is incredibly idiotic?

Quote of the fucking day.

Aimless Ideas: Games for Days

It's sad but unsurprising that it's come to this.
Sure, any sort of legion, especially one of misfits, will fall apart. But to fall apart slowly and point fingers at each other like scrambling embarrassments, all of them are at fault.

Funny. Hilarious.

No one can just say what needs to be said, it's always done in hit and run, no one can confront anyone.

But at last, I am off the dreaded sinking ship, I am off the boat which led to ruin, I am finally out of the sea.

It's a delight to still be able to cross between borders, to remember summer days well spent.

After discovering so much, and heeding lessons learned.

At last, another place.

And they'll never find me.

Haha.

Aimless Ideas: Before the Day is Done

A few seconds ago I could have ruined what was potentially a good night by deleting my lab for biology.

Either way, tomorrow I have to do band practice, so that means I have to finish lyrics by tonight or during class, but it shouldn't be too bad. I've never found anything related to music to be stressful, and I guess that could be my role in the whole band idea in the first place, the catalyst. Although I am glad Jake finally wrote his own song, it shows signs of growth in what usually is a dominated by one songwriter band. It's not simple to be alone, whether you are followed, or you grow bored of it.

Beside the show, which I'll chronicle in the coming days or so, I've got to plan out a few things, and have to determine how it works. One of these is my English presentation, after being blown away by the first presentation, which could be up to either bias of the presenters or the fact that I was not prepared at all at the time, I felt a strange feeling, one that pushes me towards wanting to do excellent in the presentation.

Maybe its because I don't want to let down Holt, or maybe because I don't want to seem like an idiot in front of the class, or maybe because I don't want to let down "the first who get out of the trench". In layman's terms, to my amazement I feel like I owe something, which is hilarious coming from me, a person who doesn't enjoy owing favors.

I'd go more into this but I'll save it for another day, maybe tomorrow when there is less to contemplate.

This made my day.

I wish I could make music this beautiful.