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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

lascelles

i love my cat
she gives the best looks
[which is no surprise, considering i'm infamous for mine]
also, she's cuddly and all black
and i love her good
that is all

i seem to be at odds with lots of people i know
most seem to be clamoring for school to start up again
[which is still a month off]
while i'm enjoying my summer and not really ready for it to end
talk about a fucking role reversal
usually i can't wait for summer to be done
so it goes

also,
i can't really peg down a reason for this,
but despite the fact that i've spent a lot of time down in e/l this summer
[which is an inexact qualifier,
since any time is a lot compared to the none of summers past]
i've felt more isolated from my friends than i thought i would
not really sure why,
but i feel this weird disconnect from everyone i've talked to/seen
maybe i'm regressing into my old friendship fears/insecurities
that or i'm so blinded by stupidity i'm imagining all of it
who the fuck knows

ALSO,
i would like it known that i typed 'friendhip' originally in the above,
and it cracked my shit up
i imagined a weird adam's rib–type situation,
where you break off pieces of your hip bone[s]
and create friends by growing them in a host body
i'm gonna chalk that up to fatigue and dementia

saulė

ta kõnnib mööda köit
kahe pilvelõhkuja vahel
kergel sammul läheb
kui kõnniks lihtsalt mööda teed
habras õhuke joon
viib üle hea ja kurja vahelt
silmapiir ta ees
kui unistuste riim

on tõusmas tuul
aega jäänud on vähe
uudistaja pilgud taevas
jälgivad ta teed
nii kõndides
kui hea ja kurja vahel
ta endale kindlaks jäädes
kaugustesse läheb

päikese poole
tormi–lindude tee viib kaasa
kandes ta soove
suurlinna tolmustelt teedelt
valguse poole
hämaraist varjudest kaugemale
samm–haaval liigub
noor ja kartmatu hing

al–fallujah

i normally try not to d this,
and i can't promise i'll never do it again,
but i want to draw you guys' attention to something:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-10547610
please, read the article all the way through,
then be as pissed about it as i am,
and continue

in short:
if you are a member of the u.s. military,
you were given training, given a paid position,
and never had the misfortune of being in combat,
be fucking thankful
be grateful, be relieved, and quit being an asshole
if you are a person who enlisted in the military,
and you are 'frustrated, disappointed, or shamed',
then you obviously didn't sign up for the right reasons
you should never sign up for the military for the following reasons:
–'misguided rage'
–xenophobia
–racism
–the urge to kill someone
–desire to be wounded
–desire to see combat, or
–recognition and/or achievement

if you enlist for any of the above,
then there's a reason you never saw combat
if you are so angry that you enlist solely to kill 'the enemy'
then there's no difference between you and a serial killer
the people in this article are not who should be representing the u.s.
these are bloodthirsty murderers who wanted to get away with it
i repeat: if you are so lucky that you serve a stint without seeing combat,
be fucking grateful
because i would rather die at the hands of al–qaeda
than be fought for by any of the people in that article

사기

my pain is self chosen
at least, so the prophet says
i could either burn,
or cut off my pride and buy some time
a head full of lies is the weight,
tied to my waist

my pain is self chosen
at least, i believe it to be
i could either drown,
or pull off my skin and swim to shore
now i can grow a beautiful shell
for all to see

the river of deceit pulls down, yeah,
the only direction we flow is down
down, oh down

the pain is self chosen, yeah,
our pain is self chosen