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hey people
i'm not really gonna use this to talk about my time in crooklyn;
i converted my old russia blog for current purposes
so, instead of mingling the random shit i put on here
and things you might actually interest you,
head over to ze other blog

btdubs, i changed the url of it
it's nuyorussia.blogspot.com now
hey, shut up, i thought it was clever

уезжай

and now, for the first non–lyrics post in a few days

actually, i don't have much to say
[like anyone actually wants me to say a lot]
i spent yesterday killing zombies and jumping through portals
today michigan actually got decent weather for once
and i've spent the last three hours packing,
[since i don't ever pack when i should]
my train leaves at 8`30 a/m
so... yeah
i'll be back in a few months
you know where to find me

[i may or may not revamp my russia blag for use in nyc
if i do, i'll post a link or something,
if not, i'll just do something on here]

fire–flaucht

this lonely existence paves the way
for the hard of hearts must beat, be brave
while this quiet lightning storm
wrecks the harvest gold we try to sow

so it begins, the way the blood still dances beneath the skin
as the messenger from hell says, we're bound to win
as the days they come, but the years they go
so take care of your freedom, they'll never know

i sit on the wing for a blackbird's song
to tell me where and when this all went wrong
there's no resolution without remorse
ignorance is bliss, defend, let's stay the course

puncture the skin, and see it's blood run cold on desert sand
come hear the men from mothers with childless hands
as the days they come, but the years they go
so take care of your freedom, they'll never know
take good care of your freedom, they'll never know

take what you give until there's nothing left but forever lived
and night descends on shadows without their kill

as the days they come, but the years they go

so take care of your freedom, they'll never know

yeah, take good care of your freedom, they'll never know

as the days they come, but the years they go

so take care of your freedom, they'll never know

divendres

it's friday afternoon
and i'm on the train again
blinded by orange
the conductor's yelling something
but the kids are yelling
'we're bein' held up again!'

and it's so cold out
and i'm not getting warmer
by walking faster
and i must look really silly
like a hermit crab in rush hour
to see you

and you're sleeping peacefully
and i'm walking frantically
and i wouldn't have it any other way
without you, babe

우울

persistent mystic faults my vision
it's like always this point of collision
it's raining in my cranium
my head feels like a stadium

three pounds of gray about to burst
inside my three pound universe
it's raining in my cranium
my head feels like a stadium

symbols i've been givin' to express my goal
always come up short
you know they just don't get that low

it's raining inside my cranium
my head feels like a stadium
these are the melancholy mechanics of my mind

quick release chemicals strike with incomprehensible precision
biorganic electronics targeting microscopic destinations of devastation
cleaner than light, meaner than a laser fight in the knight 2000
billions of micro maniacs unknown to most
as the uncontrollable soldiers of suffering succotash
instantaneous infiltration leaves me with a case of bustation–frustration
alone in the constellation of alienation
detached from empty conversation
i wait, i wait
for the wave to break

język

hot

you can keep your black tongue
well, i found at the mortuary
you know you're gonna want some, want some
we're high in the back room,
gonna have a pack soon
with this you will regret,
so just let it be, yeah yeah yeah

sunny kept his ring on,
red tape so ordinary
love acting like it was gone gone, gone gone
let's do this like a prison break,
i wanna see you squeal and shake

we're gonna keep it in the family
yeah well, you know we're on the run
you know they're gonna want some, want some
we're high in the back room,
gonna have a pack soon
with this you will regret,
just let it be your yeah yeah yeah

boy, you just a stupid bitch
and girl, you just a no good dick

skøre

i can see very well,
there's a boat on the reef with a broken back
and i can see it very well
there's a joke, and i know it very well
it's one of those i told you long ago
take my word, i'm a madman
don't you know?

once a fool had a good part in the play
it it's so, would i still be here today?
it's quite peculiar in a funny sort of way
they think it's very funny, everything i say
get a load of him, he's so insane
you better get your coat, dear,
it looks like rain

the ground's a long way down,
but i need more
is the nightmare black,
or are the windows painted?
will they come again next week?
can my mind really take it?

we'll come again next thursday afternoon
the in–laws hope they'll see you very soon
but is it in your conscience that you're after?
another glimpse of the madman across the water

dolçor

if you're listening,
sing it back
string from your tether unwinds
upward and outward to bind

are you listening?
sing it back
so tell me, what do i need
when words lose their meaning?

stumble till you crawl
sinking into sweet uncertainty

if you're listening
[if you're listening, are you listening?]
sing it back
[if you're listening, are you listening?]
and i'm still running away
[still running away]
won't play your hide and seek game
[your hide and seek game]

i was spinning free
with a little sweet and simple numbing me
what a dizzy dance
the sweetness will not be concerned with me

no, the sweetness will not be concerned with me

union pass

i've had a weird day
[truthfully i've had a weird summer]
but today it seemed to hit a weird crescendo
not sure why, but i guess that's how it goes sometimes

also, unrelated,
i had a ridiculous wave of nostalgia hit me last night
truth be told, it was kinda painful
it was all triggered by a single song [as it so often is]
the song doesn't have any specific meaning to me,
it really isn't all that good, either,
but it was on a cd i used to listen to all the time
mostly during the summer after sophomore year of h/s
in retrospect, it was the best summer i've ever had
i had no responsibilities at all,
i spent almost every day playing tennis and swimming,
and almost every night playing video games
put simply, i was happy
and i had a great time that summer,
and hung out with a lot of cool people
i hadn't thought about it in a long time,
and then it just fucking hit me last night when that song came on
[there's really no point in me saying all this,
so i hope no one was looking for one]

i sold a book online today,
something that hasn't happened in almost a year
i've made dinner for my family twice this week,
something that's never happened
and i'm not particularly looking forward to summer ending,
something that's never happened
refer back to my original point

i haven't played any starcraft today
and that's kinda disappointing
that's all

păpuși

well, i saw you once,
then i blew it for the next ten thousand days
i should have kept away
i needed to come back and show you,
i needed to go back
i know it's wrong
i'll have to get along

well, i spent the whole day yesterday
on clichés about love,
making me remember when your pushes became shoves
i wanted to come back and show you,
needed to go back
i know it's wrong
i'll have to get a long

so why'd you go and play my trust?
today's the same as yesterday,
and i'm okay
i'll take the doctor's recommended time to get along
since you've been gone,
i'll get along any way at all

mama just called, said she's tucked away
mama just called, said she's tucked away another day
mama just called, said she's tucked away
mama just called, said she's extra sad today

királyság

i've been waiting three years to be able to say this,
and the time has finally come:
it's daybreak, and i just got home from work
after being there all night


saying that was almost enough to give me a stiffy
i've been looking for a third shift job for years, literally
and i've never had any luck getting one
closest i got was working close at the caf
and that was less late–night, more hideous torture
but now, i get legit third shift hours
and i'm fucking pumped
of course, i'm the only person i know who would be
how sad is it that overnight shifts actually excite me?

eh, i'll ponder the pathetic implications later
i've got starcraft to play