Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Distance

There is an inherent rift between us that has the eloquent tendency to keep us apart.
For years I tried to attribute it to circumstance. Poor timing here, unfortunate chance there.
Wrapped in the complete darkness of a sleepless night, I knew we loved each
other deeply. I knew we could become something greater than ourselves.
The hopeless romantic I tend to be, mind you, to a detrimental degree, thought: Everything is math. Things will work out as long as we believe. As long as there is love, every other detail becomes microscopic and insignificant, because the core of it was present. Which is harder to come by.

I don't know where you belong. I don't know where I belong. I just feel like we don't belong together. I belong nowhere near you.
And it breaks my heart. Because if it's not you, it could be anyone. I'm nothing that you need — and that is all I could ever hope for. To be needed. To be an essential factor. To be wanted.
To be missed. To be held. To be trusted. To be regarded as important and almost be seen as dependable.

Somewhere in our mythical daydream, we failed.
And that's what it is, I suppose. An endless tear in the seam.
The vast canyon of our indifference.

Monday, May 14, 2012

Last Year

(Good old, transcribing songs by hand. Pausing and "rewinding" every 15-20 seconds. Listening ever so closely.)



Best Coast - Last Year 

(listen)
 
(from the upcoming sophomore album, "The Only Place")

I used to believe in diamonds and things.
Used to believe in you and me.
But now I believe in nothing.
I used to wake up in the morning and reach for that bottle of glass.
But I don't do that anymore.
Kick my habits out the front door.

And I'm always talking to somebody else,
and she doesn't even know my face.
I don't know how I feel.
I'm all over the place.
And when I go out I don't feel anything
I just keep on spending my money.
One day it will be gone.
and then I'll have to write another song.

What a year this day has been.
What a day this year has been.
Please don't get me wrong.
I just don't know where time has gone.

What a year this day has been.
What a day this year has been.
Please don't get me wrong.
I just don't know where my mind has gone....

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Irregular Heartbeat

Whether it's detrimental or instinctively necessary for self-preservation, my perspective on love hangs in the delicate balance between absolute romantic hopelessness and nihilistic fatalism.

Monday, May 7, 2012

This&That

A man just wants to have more women, regardless of the attributes they possess. 
A woman always wants to find a better man, regardless of the attributes her man already has. 

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

El Destino

I once asked God for a sign.
Anything that would let me know if we were a good match.
He sent you to San Francisco, and took me to New York.