Ever wake up feeling....dead? I havent been to school in a couple of days...two of which i had no excuse not to go. I've been spending alot of time writing and listening to muisc...Indie music to be exact. The lyrics became so addicting. They became so real. I cant get them out of my head. Now i know how Coner Oberst feels like. He's so mysteriouse. He bares his soul. He speaks to me in my dreams......not in person, not like a ghost, like a conversation he's announcing to the world. The truth thats hidden in the lie's we live in, he's found. He says these things in his songs he writes...i've been ignorant, but im open to it now. Its just that...i feel empty inside now. Is this the feeling he has constanly? Is he this hollow, and ready to give up.....how can he stand it?

"Bukowski"

Woke up this morning and it seemed to me,
that every night turns out to be
A little more like Bukowski.
And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read.
But God who'd wanna be?
God who'd wanna be such an asshole?
God who'd wanna be?
God who'd wanna be such an asshole?

Well we sat on the edge of the river,
the crowd screamed, "Sacrifice the liver!"
If God takes life, he's an Indian giver.
So tell me now why, you'll tell me never.
Who would wanna be?
Who would wanna be such a control freak?
Well who would wanna be?
Who would wanna be such a control freak?

Well see what you wanna see. You should see it all.
Well take what you want from me. You deserve it all.
Nine times out of ten our hearts just get dissolved.
Well I want a better place or just a better way to fall.

But one time out of ten, everything is perfect for us all.
Well I want a better place or just a better way to fall.
Here we go!

If God controls the land and disease,
keeps a watchful eye on me,
If he's really so damn mighty,
my problem is I can't see,
well who would wanna be?
Who would wanna be such a control freak?
Well who would wanna be?
Who would wanna be such a control freak?

Evil home stereo, what good songs do you know?
Evil me, oh yeah I know, what good curves can you throw?

Well all that icing and all that cake,
I can't make it to your wedding, but I'm sure I'll be at your wake.
You were talk, talk, talk, talkin' in circles that day,
when you get to the point make sure that I'm still awake, OK?

Went to bed and didn't see
why every day turns out to be
a little bit more like Bukowski.
And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read.
But God who'd wanna be?
God who'd wanna be such an asshole?



~*~Modest Mouse~*~