Thursday, May 27, 2004

NP:Natural Born Killers soundtrack

tomorrow i'm off to Maryland for the weekend. it's going to be fan fucking tastic to get out of long island for a couple of days, away from all the bullshit melodrama and high school cruelty that just won't go away. here's to the Woodstock of violent grindcore.

well how bout that? it's actually nice to not feel like shit.

Tuesday, May 25, 2004

Waiting for the Miracle by Leonard Cohen

Baby, I've been waiting
I've been waiting night and day
I didn't see the time
I waitied half my life away
There were lots of invitations
and i know you sent me some
but i was waiting
For the miracle to come

I know you really loved me
but, you see, my hands were tied
I know it must have hurt you,
It must have hurt your pride
to have to stand beneath my window
with your bugle and your drum
And me, i'm up there waiting
For the miracle to come

I don't believe you'd like it
You wouldn't like it here
There ain't no entertainment
And the judgements are severe
The Maestro says it's Mozart
but it sounds like bubble gum
When you're waiting
For the miracle to come

Waiting for the miracle
There's nothing left to do
I haven't been this happy
Since the end of World War II

Nothing left to do
When you know that you've been taken
Nothing left to do
When you're begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do
When you have to go on waiting
Waiting for the miracle to come

I dreamed about you baby
It was just the other night
Most of you was naked
but some of you was light
The sands of time were falling
from your fingers and your thumb
and you were waiting
For the miracle to come

Ah baby, lets get married
We've been alone to long
Let's be alone together
Let's see if we're that strong
Yeah let's do something crazy
Something absolutely wrong
While we're waiting
For the miracle to come

When you've fallen off the highway
and you're lying in the rain
and they ask you what you're doing
Of course you'll say you can't complain
If you're squeezed for information
that's when you've got to play it dumb
You just say you're out there waiting
Waiting for the Miracle to Come.

Sunday, May 23, 2004




emotionally exhausted.

my writer has been blocked.

drive drunk to the extreme.