Burstoid
I forgot to properly link back, but a few of my posts today were via Burstoid. This is one of my new favorite blogs to find updated in my reader, plus the clean and Mac-esque design of the actual site make it a pleasure to steal from.
I forgot to properly link back, but a few of my posts today were via Burstoid. This is one of my new favorite blogs to find updated in my reader, plus the clean and Mac-esque design of the actual site make it a pleasure to steal from.
Elliott Smith - Miss Misery
I’ll fake it through the day
With some help from johnny walker red
Send the poison rain down the drain
To put bad thoughts in my head
Two tickets torn in half
And a lot of nothing to do
Do you miss me, miss misery
Like you say you do?
A man in the park
Read the lines in my hand
Told me Im strong
Hardly ever wrong I said man you mean
You had plans for both of us
That involved a trip out of town
To a place Ive seen in a magazine
That you left lying around
I dont have you with me but
I keep a good attitude
Do you miss me, miss misery
Like you say you do?
I know youd rather see me gone
Than to see me the way that I am
But I am in the life anyway
Next door the tvs flashing
Blue frames on the wall
Its a comedy of errors, you see
Its about taking a fall
To vanish into oblivion
Is easy to do
And I try to be but you know me
I come back when you want me to
Do you miss me miss misery
Like you say you do?
Bitch & Animal - Traffic
this is the point
where the eye and I don’t meet
this is the point
that spells defeat
i have watched your unlove
written like tabloids
i had to stumble on buying my food
there you were
unfolded in headlines and horror
i love all those bits of you
i love all those bits of you
on the hardwood floor
where the bird imitates our fighting
you put the golf show on
to avoid my crying
you cup your arm to care
where the hurt went in
and well, why does it hurt?
complications of leftover racisms
why does it hurt?
you start the road trip off with accusations of
why does it
feel like i’ve been run over in traffic
scratchin in the dust of someone’s leavin
punches in my gut
oh look i’m bleeding
not for you, for me this time, this time
not for you, for me
this time
just for the record, there is no record
it’s a problem
there is no “this is what you said”
that’s already gone
all we have are our love
and our guts baby
all we have are our love
and our guts baby
they’re all over the road
you don’t know the difference
between anger and pissed off
one is doing and one is feeling
one is doing and one is feeling
and i’m feeling
i’m feeling
feels like i’ve been run over in traffic
scratchin at the dust of someone’s leaving
punches in my gut
oh look i’m bleeding
not for you, for me this time, this time
not for you, for me
this time.