Wilco

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Dreams That We Once Had

Dreams that we once had, did we have them anyways?
Didn't we have a good time?
I know we, I know we had a good time.

2nd all nighter in addy-town

occupy addlestone. i hung out with chloe tonight, unexpectedly. Unexpectedly is a good way to describe what has been developing between us so far. We unexpectedly ran into each other at the library and we unexpectedly made an inside joke leading to an unexpected good time. We unexpectedly keep running into each other although our pool of friends is becoming very similar. She woke me up, unexpectedly, Saturday night when she came home with Chip and i unexpectedly assumed she smoked cigarettes and was a girl with an ego. I unexpectedly saw her this evening and unexpectedly keep hanging out with Charles Nyugen who unexpectedly reached out for my friendship some years ago... I did not respond. She unexpectedly gave me attention as we fled from the slurred mutterings of Alex Collins. She's good at sarcasm, attempting/reading it. She is really swell though, very personal with her touch. She touched my arms multiple times. I especially remember when she said she was a "black girl" and that i should not be afraid to be in a relationship with her, i replied "i don't know, i'm a battered man. black girls have hurt me." she wanted to grab my arm when she mistook the doorway and she wanted to continue the conversation. She walked me as far as she could before she rode off on her bike. We stalled, i stumbled stupidly forgetting about lasting impressions and made a remark of her sister's exboyfriend but she didn't give up. She kissed me on the neck. Maybe she was thinking about doing it before. John Williams met her, so did Jake Klopp. I don't know what that means but man it all means something. It's all so unintentional, unpredictable. I have learned to never to shy away from attention; when a woman shows interest in you, a gentlemen's only motive should be to see that the woman is still interested and that the gentlemen does not fret about other opportunities but the one at hand.
I've been listening to two songs lately, over and over again. I can never seem to stop thinking about them, it's crazy. Yuck's song "Suck" and "The Shakes" by Atlas Sound. They are both so wonderful. Alright, enough procrastinating KC it's time to start concentrating. 2:17 AM... you don't look nice but you could be worse. Let's keep it up. Just found out about shows on the 16th and 17th... pumped.

Gentlemen Don't Yell

Gentlemen don't yell, gentlemen don't yell, whatever you do don't yell. you're a gentlemen. i know, you were really frustrated but don't yell. you always yell. you wanted her to see the whole concert and you yelled. now you'll never know what she was going to say to you. you should have listened and comly told her it wasn't cool. you would have like to have said stay for the rest of the set but then i might have gotten on stage all defeated and played like a defeated scrawny energy-less bass player. although yelling at her got out some rage and kind of possessed you in playing a really good 2nd set gentlemen don't yell. gentlemen don't yell. gentlemen don't yell. i'm sorry charlotte, you do these horrible things to me, even though they are my 'worst nightmares' at the moment i make those conclusions because i know you so damn well so therefore i should think of something witte and short and something that will make you feel horrible. but that won't be a problem seeing we won't be talking very much soon. i want to be friends again someday, i was so surpised how chloe and jack ran into each other so casually and carried off on a nice conversation. i think as soon as i get my seeds in the ground with another girl i'll be like that with her. i also think that i've been in denial for the last month and seeing charlotte bring stephen to the show really shut the door on the coffin. it was a really shitty year we had, a downright awful 2011. i don't know what that means for the future but it more than less says alot of how we function. i just need not to yell anymore at her. ever again. because gentlemen don't yell.

Thinking of nothing

Said old boy you got your leash around his coat

While im on tiger lily

You used to not hesitate to jump into the clear

I was thinking about the time we spent that year

But now I got a kitchen throat

Spending too much time in the smoke, smoke, smoke, smoke

A kitchen throat,

Working too hard too never get my vote vote vote vote

A patient tongue,

But it leaves the shop burned burned burned

A patient tongue

Now im about go get on all out before she comes, she comes, she comes

Note to Self: Always Bring a Camera With You

I was walking beside the railway and it hit me. About 100 meters was a pile of things, its purpose unbelievable to my imagination. I walked towards, tranfixed on it. Is there a men there, a stranger made of blankets? I gripped my house keys between my fingers. Under an archway and beside a yard of old scaffoldings was his bungalow. A graffiti painted concret slab was behind his home. Chairs, a coffee table covered by cloth. Books neatly organized and wicker baskets filled with precious things. Miniature stuffed animals. A horse. A beanie baby. I turn around petrified he has returned but it was a one car train slowly passing by. The car has just three passengers seated by the window. We make eye contact. He has created a master bedrom with pieces of felt tied to wooden pegs. Standing about two feet high. Around it is stacked with fur coats, hoodies, flannel blankets. Two pillows on each side, a mirror placed above. A picture of Virgin Mary and her child. It's as if he is separated himself into his own realm, separated from the life outside to the comforts of his little world. Buckets filled with soap. Toothbrushes. Plates in a dry rack. Gas canisters. Sustainable. A carpeted floor. A rock barrier dividing the dimensions of his home from the outside. I do not dare enter his home but I am mystified.

Goldfish Sleep

"turtle island"

How I want our love to know
That inside me she will always grow
In all colors and sizes
You will always remain

"you got the silver" stones
"stray dog freedom" bright eyes

So let him finish every dinner plate
And we watched his tail saying thanks thanks thanks
And we tried to name him
but he ran away
once he knew his freedom was at stake

"don't let it bring you down" neil
"hearts and bones" paul simon

she said why, why don't we drive through the night, we'll wake up down in mexico
tell me why i don't know nothing about, nothing about mexico
tell me why, why you don't love me for who i am, where i am
he said because that's not the way the world is baby, this is how i love you babe, guitar...

"start without me" pedro the lion
"doctor my eyes" jackson browne

fuck the quotes this song is fucking awesome drink a beer already

"under the gun" the killers

i've always wanted to play this song at a party and have everyone look at me and bob their head simultaneously

"somesing" sts9

fuck i actually picked this song next, really? well nevermind i get it

categorical imperative my ass, you went crazy mother fucker

To explain further, Nietzsche thought Kant was a tool for, after all his many great epiphanies, deciding to agree on an universal moral obligation and code that society should acquire. Nietzche thought this bro was going soft as a dick on a cold Tuesday. So Nietzche thinks that believing in things like loving your neighbor, agreeing with martial law, deciding you hate abortion because your momma does, will render you a fucking idiot. One with no creativity in your mind nor the ability to come to your own conclusion about standards in life that you simply follow the ass behind like a cow in line for the butcher. He goes on to say about Kant... (meanwhile 2nd STS9 song in a row is playing). But going back to my further statement under the caption, i do agree with Nietzsche. But the dude did snap one day; a carriage driver was whipping his horse and Nietzsche dropped his groceries to hug, protect the horse and yelled nonsense until someone pulled him away. And to the insane asylum he went...

“Duty”… impersonal and universal – phantom expressions of decline, of the final exhaustion of life… each one of us should devise his own virtue, his own categorical imperative… Kant’s categorical imperative should have been felt as mortally dangerous… What destroys more quickly that to work, to think, to feel without inner necessity, without a deep personal choice… as an automaton of duty? It is a recipe for decadence, even for idiocy…  Kant became an idiot.”

I thought the passage i had read for class was better but whatever there's no way i'm getting off my ass to find those notes in my bookbag. Great guy though. So the playlist continues.

"How i know" toro y moi
"no future shock" NEW tv on the radio

http://www.thefader.com/2011/04/12/tv-on-the-radio-goes-epic-with-nine-types-of-light-movie/
nuff esplained.

"tumbling dice" stones from Brussels Affair 1973 found from aquarium drunkard mick taylor's solo will leave you hungry. he was only a stone for 5 years and in my opinion was by far the best lead guitarist the band ever had but based on some random footage and readings from kieth richards biography he did seem like kind of a puss-daddy. He never played with emotion, not once did i see a drip of sweat on his forehead from a concert dvd i have and a lot of interviews he looks too stoned to even speak. But his guitar work speaks for himself, he's on my favorite stone albums and during the STP tour (Stones Touring Party) 1974 he had the most fantastic renditions of the recorded stones song ever to grace the earth.

"courtesy laughs" phoenix
"in the morning linda dies" paleo

the morning of the flood

it was the morning linda died

while i was busy cutting diamonds

with the corners of my life

we drew a full house on the river

it was erased before our eyes

we know although things last forever

they must change their shape sometimes. yess