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Thursday, November 18, 2004
There's a song lyric I found on Xfm (oooh! Modest Mouse live in session) that goes (oooh! I just clicked on the radio and they're playing a live version of one of their songs right now!).
Uh, where was I? Oh yeah. The song lyric is by 'The Used' who are emo, which would normally turn me off. But anyway as I systematically browsed Xfm's live sessions I just decided to listen to them. And on 'Taste of Ink' the lyric goes "it's four o' clock in the fucking morning', which is obviously nothing original or special or anything.
Yet I found myself in it. I can't quite describe the feeling, but every time I hear it there's something new there. When I look at certain things my mind says "it's four o' clock in the fucking morning" and then I can deal, really. Maybe that's just what emo's meant to do.
But yeah, it's strange... I'd love to explain it or talk about it, but I'd love also to have some sleep.
Bye!
Uh, where was I? Oh yeah. The song lyric is by 'The Used' who are emo, which would normally turn me off. But anyway as I systematically browsed Xfm's live sessions I just decided to listen to them. And on 'Taste of Ink' the lyric goes "it's four o' clock in the fucking morning', which is obviously nothing original or special or anything.
Yet I found myself in it. I can't quite describe the feeling, but every time I hear it there's something new there. When I look at certain things my mind says "it's four o' clock in the fucking morning" and then I can deal, really. Maybe that's just what emo's meant to do.
But yeah, it's strange... I'd love to explain it or talk about it, but I'd love also to have some sleep.
Bye!
