PILLOW - WEPT
03.11.03 . 9:00 a.m.
this morning? i've listened to the same four songs.
they go a little somethin' like this:
"i had tender feelings that you made hard, but its your heart , not mine, thats scarred. so when i go home i'll be happy to go, youre just somebody that i used to know.
you dont need my help anymore. its all Now to you, there aint no Before. now that youre big enough to run your own show, youre just somebody that i used to know.
i watched you deal in a dying day, throwing the living past away. so you can be sure that youre in control, youre just somebody that i used to know.
i know you dont think you did me wrong, and i cant stay this mad for long. keeping a hold of what you just let go, youre just somebody that i used to know."
"i aint never really had a problem because of leaving. but everything reminds me of her this evening. so if i seem a little out of it, sorry. but why should i lie? everything reminds me of her.
the spin of the earth impaled a silhouette of the sun on the steeple. and i gotta the same sermon all the time now from you people. why are you staring into outer space crying? just because you came across it and lost it?
everything reminds me of her. everything reminds me of her. everything reminds me of her."
"you'll take advantage till you think youre being used. cause without an enemy your anger gets confused. and i got stuck on a side you know i never chose, but its all about taking the easy way out for you. i suppose.
theres no escape for you except in someone else. although youve already disappeared within yourself. the invisible man whos always changing clothes. its all about taking the easy way out for you, i suppose.
well i watch you making mistakes. i wish you luck. i really do. with the problem. with the puzzle. whatevers left of you.
i heard you found another audience to bore. a creative thinker who imagined you were more. a new body for you to push around and pose. its all about taking the easy way out for you, i suppose."
"wish you gave me your number. wish i could call you today. just to hear a voice. ive got a long way to go, im getting further away.
if i didnt know the difference, living alone'd probably be OK. it wouldnt be lonely, ive got a long way to go. im getting further away.
a lot of hours to occupy, it was easy when i didnt know you yet. things id have to forget.
but i better be quiet now, im tired of wasting my breath. carrying on and getting upset.
maybe i have a problem, but thats not what i wanted to say. id prefer to say nothing, ive got a long way to go, im getting further away.
had a dream as an army man, with an order just to march in my place while a dead enemy screams in my face.
but i better be quiet now, im tired of wasting my breath. carrying on, not over it yet.
wish i knew what you were doing, and why you wanna do it this way, so i cant go the distance, ive got a long way to go...im getting further away."
i hate that im such a sucker for the goddamn ballads on an album of 16 songs, and i listen to four?