"To achieve harmony in bad taste is the height of elegence." - Jean Genet
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Atlas Sound - New Years Day
Saw the Black Lips wreck the Drunken Unicorn. Came home and slept for two hours. Woke up at 5 am and recorded this while everyone else in the house was sleeping.
New Years Day
winter birds, uncollated fly like leaves towards the doom that awaits them I went to bed so early that the sun was still out I took four aspirin to help me to have me a youth is so blind and such concrete and such concrete it breaks and a weed grows towards the sky and we know and we know and we know civilization must go and we know and we know and we know and we know I got tired of waiting for things to change I made my own past things can be rearranged I got tired of the holidays I made them fly by in such a haze of smoke and smoke and water and smoke and smoke and smoke and fog and pills and alarm clocks going off while I sleep through them alarm clocks going off and I sleep through them