night

went over to Justin's, watched The Simpsons, had Brad meet us at El Porton where tasty food and too many chips were consumed...it was decided to go to Tracks where we eventually went...sat there too long...the latter hours were pretty excruciating, for me anyhow...there was this cute girl that Brad was going on about...after a while Justin went over and talked to her and her friend (sister as it turns out) and we followed a little while later...she said something about the guy from the Grateful Dead being the best bass player ever...i thought her blouse seemed a bit on the hippie side...my boredom remained...we left and went to the Deli but there was some shitty band playing so we marched on...and that was pretty much the end...back home...blah...
p.s.
Bardo Pond is playing the Hi-Tone like june 28 (or some date close to that)...i'm gonna do my damnedest to try to get us to open for them...that would be so fucking perfect...and we'll definately be ready by then...i think we're pretty darned close to ready now...

"The Great War"

You are my true love
And I know you don't even exist
I made you up in my mind
So I know you don't even exist
Reality can never match our ideals
Searching for you is like leaving the trench
It's not even worth trying
Searching for you is like leaving the trench

Now I'm caught up in razor wire
You touch my body, fill it with holes and lead
I don't even know why I bothered
Bury me in the ditch with all the rest
"Love" is just like "courage" or "honor"
It's an empty word, it doesn't even exist
We made it up to justify the slaughter
Searching for love is like leaving the trench

[i wrote this to go w/ the new song i play guitar on...may it rock future generations...or something...]

yea...i like Radiohead...

What Radiohead song are you?

I slip away
I slipped on a little white lie

We've got heads on sticks
You've got ventriloquists
We've got heads on sticks
You've got ventriloquists

Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed
Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed
Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed
Standing in the shadows at the end of my bed

The rats and children follow me out of town
The rats and children follow me out of their homes
Come on Kids