bright_eyes silentbob loves you The phone slips from a loose grip. Words were missed then some apology like I didn’t want to tell you this it’s just some guys she has been hanging out with oh I don’t know the past couple of weeks I guess. Thank you and hang up the phone. Let the funeral start. Hear the casket close. Let’s pin split-black ribbon onto your overcoat. Still laughter pours from under doors in this house. I don’t understand that sound no more. It seems artificial like a T.V. set. Haligh, Haligh, Haligh, Haligh this weight it must be satisfied. You offer only one reply. You know not what you do. But you tear and tear your hair from roots. From that same head you have twice removed a lock of hair you said would prove our love would never die. Well ha ha ha. But I remember everything the words we spoke on freezing South street. And all those morning watching you get ready for school. You combed your hair inside that mirror. The one you painted blue and glued with jewelry tears. Something about those bright colors always made you feel better. So now we speak with ruined tongues and the words we say aren’t’ meant for anyone. It’s just a mumbled sentence to a passing acquaintance, but there was once you said you hated my suffering and you understood and you’d take care of me. You would always be there, well where are you now? Haligh, Haligh, Haligh, Haligh, the plans were never finalized but left to hang like yarn and twice dangling before my eyes. As you tear and tear your hair from roots, from that same head that you have twice removed a lock of hair you said would prove that our love would never die. As I sing and sing of awful things, the pleasure that my sadness brings as my fingers press onto the strings you get another clumsy chord. Haligh, Haligh, an awful lie. This weight will now be satisfied. I will give you only one reply, I know not who I am but I talk in the mirror to the stranger that appears. Our conversations are circles and always one sided, nothing is clear. Except we keep coming back to this meaning that I lack. He says the choices were given and now I must live them or just not live, but do you want that? 020414 ... ilovepatsajak mmm i love bright eyes he wrote these when he was 13 saturday as usual. virginia's almost sleeping the night is getting older there's static on the tv and she's lying on the sofa the cats crawl over her and jenny's in the garage she's got the car in neutral she rolls it out so quietly it's saturday as usual it always is and me i'm in my bedroom drawing in my notebook cuz my hand thinks i'm and artist but my heart knows i'm a poet it's just words they mean so little to me i can't seem to deal with total trust there is something very wrong with me daddy's in the backyard his hands are getting dirty and mom is in the kitchen and the cake says that i'm thirteen another year and brother went to college to become a doctor and if he studies hard enough he'll end up just like father who hates his life and me i'm in the bathroom crying out my eyelids cuz it's hard to "be a man" when you're scared just like a little kid the world has become a little too mean and i can't see the point of patient love when everyone just wants to get fucked. exaltation on a cool, kitchen floor. i wanted to come visit you waiting in the springtime when the leaves change the ground outside is waiting for that newness that surrounds us as we dance back through the screen door in the sunlight of mid-April but its glow won't stop the smiles that are spreading on our faces as we fall down on the kitchen floor and she is laughing about that she had heard earlier and i can't help noticing that she is sitting closer to me than she ever has before the awful sweetnesss of escaping sweat. we escape from the house as the day disappears from the sky into night we became what we wanted to be like a dream or a ghost i collapse out of turn near a house lying still in the grass and felt the heat from the ground rising up to contract and expand like a breathe we escape from that place soaked with sweat and the poison we drank fill the bathtub with ice and hope this fever will break like a heart easily but i do not recall all the words that were formed on those wire lips as they greeted me a promise was made without though as the temperature climbed and i started to sink like the moon tends to do if you stare at it too long then you blink and its gone and we crawl to our sleep with the dawn i awake in the light feeling hollow and selfishly warm close the blinds and retreat until what is burning is gone and it's light is away then we are back in the dark chasing nothing through backyards and trees you ripped your shirt on a fence but it didn't get me yeah it's fear it makes you so low and these creatures look crooked their shadows cut lines through my face and the concrete is fire where my bare feet are placed in a line next to yours and i guess i'm not sure if it was fear that was born as those awful eyes made their claim on us i put my hands on the fence said your name and i started to climb and it must have been sweat but i drank it like wine it was sweet and my mouth was dry i heard you scream but i made no reply i can still taste it now if i try a celebration upon completion. my grandfather's name was moon because his eyes were bright and round and no amount of time or liquor could dull them my grandmother's name was joy because it spilled out of her heart and bathed her precious children in its warmth and there was happiness in life beyond the sorrow and the pain but how they ever found it i cannot explain i guess time has a way of making everything alright it's just there is not enough of it and so we drink and we sing and we celebrate this lie and hope that it will last morning is here night has passed my grandfather was a doctor he cured the sick with his kind hands and he taught me how to sail and how to feel this way my grandmother was all sweetness and when she spoke we all heard bells and they ran in such a way that we were comforted and they held on to each other with all the strength they had and they loved with devotion beyond what i understand but i guess fear has a way of making sleep unbearable and the days seem dark and long but we cry and we dance and we stumble into love with perfect, awkward grace the moon is gone and the sun has took its place lila. close your eyes the dark outside can't hurt you and i will never desert your bedside so close them tight the stars are so glad that they've found you and on the blankets that surround you they shine their light they shine their light rest your head and i will be watching from the doorway as you drift into a perfect, peaceful sleep and morning will come in all its simple glory and you will find the light and i will be there standing in your shadow knowing that you once were mine all mine my baby february fifteenth. all eyes on the calendar another year i claim of total indifference to here the days pile up with decisions to be made i'm sure all of them were wrong into this song, i send myself and with these drinks i plan to collapse and forget this wasted year these wasted years devoted friends, they disappear i'm sorry about the phone call and needing you some decisions you don't make i guess it's like breathing and not wanting to there are some things that you can't fake i guess that it is typical to cling to memories you'll never get back again and to sort through old photographs of a summer long ago or a friend that you used to know and there, below his frozen face you wrote the name and that ancient date and you can't believe he is really gone when all that's left is a fucking song i'm sorry about the phone call and waking you i know that its late but thank you for talking because i needed to some things just can't wait 020415 ... Sailor Jupiter My mother used to affectionately call me "bright eyes" and scratch the back of my head like a cat. She wanted a cat badly but my father is allergic, so I was the substitute. She wanted a cat and got a nimble green-eyed daughter instead. We had a stormy relationship in the beginning of my life but when I acted like a cat she'd smile at me and hold me. I learned to purr for her. People like the cat in me. I see how they look at me when I slink across the floor or a bed. My purring turns guys on and sometimes they get lost in my bright eyes. But being part animal isn't always a joy. It makes you sub-human and then people treat you that way. 020415 ... paste! conor's new band 'desaparecidos' came out here on my birthday 2/12--i saw them in tucson and then drove up to phoenix the next day for the encore. full on great time! prodigal! nuclear rocky road sounds! a lot louder and harder and cynical (can you believe it?) than his solo stuff. 020415 ... silentbob i didn't know he had a new band o! the things you can learn from blather billy corgan has a new band too 020416 ... Photophobe really, who? 020416 ... silentbob i think there name is like Zwan or something like that 020416 ... Photophobe heh. great name. hehe. I guess I'll have to check them out. 020416 ... silentbob Kathy With a K's Song Love is real it is not just in novels or the movies it is fact and it is standing here right in front of you so if you open your eyes what a sweet discovery there is hope, there is joy, and there is acceptance so now let all the light that collects on your plants keep you warm make you smile and I will be there with this pen in my hand to record all the while you'll be laughing so loud that the house would shake with sound and everything would be as new as the day it was found. Love is real it is not just in long distance commercials or something that you thought you felt back in high school so I will turn black and white become that horoscope you're reading it predicts something good is on it's way and then I'll send you the world green and blue in a box in the mail you can open it up hold it right in your hand and be glad taht it's there and be glad that you're there you can feel all the knots in your stomach start to untie and suddenly it's not so hard to say you're allright. Love is real it is not just in poetry and stories it is truth and it will follow you everywhere you go from now on so if you would just cast off your doubt then your lips would answer for you oh my darling, when you smile it is like a song and I can hear it now. 020416 ... silentbob i wont be around for the sentencin cuz i am leavin on the next airplane i know my actions are impossible to justify they seem adequate as i fill up my time but if i could talk to myself like i was someone else maybe i could take your advice and i wouldnt act like such an asshole all the time. 020416 ... Toxic_Kisses BritEyez - One of my various nick names while I was a chat junky 020426 ... silentbob i may have talked to you. i remember talking to someone by that name when i was younger 020426 ... Toxic_Kisses I read recently that out of the whole population on Earth only 8% have ever been on the internet, so SilentBob it is quite possible that we have previously met before ^.^ 020426 ... kill rhythm thank you silent bob for telling me about this band. because february fifteenth is now on my definite favorite songs list. you are so awesome 020504 ... blown cherry well, somebody had to do it, especially with all this talk of bunnies there's been recently. "The song is about death - and the mystery of what happens afterwards." - Mike Batt Bright Eyes (from Watership Down) by Mike Batt Is it a kind of dream Floating out on the tide Following the river of death downstream Oh is it a dream? There's a fog along the horizon A strange glow in the sky And nobody seems to know where you go And what does it men Oh_ is is a dream? Bright eyes burning like fire Bright eyes how can you close and fail How can the light that burned so brightly Suddenly burn so pale? Bright eyes Is is a kind of shadow reaching into the night Wandering over the hills unseen Or is it a dream? There's a high wind in the trees A cold soud in the air And nobody knows where you go And where do you start Oh_ into the dark Bright eyes burning like fire Bright eyes how can you close and fail How can the light that burned so brightly Suddenly burn so pale? Bright eyes 020505 ... bethany omg b/c dont't take this personally but silflay hraka hahhahahaha! 020505 ... blown cherry I won't take it personally, but I'll take it in green if it's available? And could I possibly get it gift wrapped in a purple tomato? I think that would look smashing! 020505 ... silentbob bobby likes watership down 020505 ... Tildan does too, but not the cartoon movie 020506 ... bethany here here 020507 ... bethany and btw.... turn around bright eyes once upon a time i was falling in love and now i'm only falling apart JESEUS HANK! 020507 ... green eyes brithg eyes was a pound puppy she had bright blue eyes do u remember that show? it brings back so many memories 020508 ... ilovepatsajak i'm going to see bright eyes in 6 days!!!!!!!!! 020509 ... silentbob Did you expect it all to stop at the wave of your hand? Like the sun is just going to drop if it’s night you demand. Well, in the dark we are just air so the house might dissolve. But once we are gone, who is gonna care if we were ever here at all? Well, summer is going to come and it’s gonna cloud our eyes again. There is not need to focus when there is nothing that it worth seeing. So we trade liquor for blood in an attempt to tip the scales. I think you lost what you loved in that mess of details. They seemed so important at the time but now you can’t even recall any of the names, faces, or lines. It is more the feeling of it all. Well, winter is going to end and I’m going to clean these veins again. So close to dying that I finally can start living. 020509 ... GirlNamedLover a perfect sonnet. I love that song. and I want to blathe here to break in my new name. 020818 ... Syrope were in the new york times today!! (ok, yesterday now that it's 2:30 am, but still) 020926 ... jenna a sunrise and the sunsets the master and his servent have exactly the same fate to a sunrise and a sunset, your lover is an actress - did you really think she'd stay? 020927 ... GirlNamedLover does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head? and does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your bed and wall? does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes? looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you? does he know that place below your neck thats your favorite to be touched? and does he cry through broken sentences like "I love you far too much"? 020927 ... paintedmarbles my_eyes_seem_to_follow_you_like_a_hated_addiction 030217 ... paintedmarbles this is killrhythm. i changed my name because i dont want to be remembered as the girl who loved jon. now im painted marbles. and this is why: and im staring at my wrist, hoping that the time is right. when the planets will align, there'll be no planets to align, just the carcass of the sun little painted marbles spinning senseless through an endless black sky (thats "from a balance beam" by bright eyes) 030217 ... girlnamedlover commander_venus 030217 ... painted marbles i bought lifted or the story is in the soil keep your ear to the ground today. i was excited. i have most of their albums, but they are burned. i figured i should support the band, you all know how that goes. and let me tell you how much i am crying on the inside. my friend told me that bright eyes is playing in cleveland on march 6th. and thats a thursday night, meaning i cant go because of school the next day. shoot me in the heart why dont you! im so mad. i wanted to see them so bad, and they have alreayd been through pittsburgh recently. it will be awhile before i get to see them. shed a tear for me guys. thanks :) 030220 ... sweetheart of the song tra bong Who has seen Conor live? I am going to do so on Sunday at the 9:30 club. Wheee! Will he be all drunk and sad and emo to the extreme? Cause yeah...that'd be hot. And Arab Strap is opening 030423 ... Syrope they're coming here (raleigh) and i didn't know!!! i think they're sold out :( :( :( 030423 ... maybe i have a dream to write or create in a way that makes people feel like i do when i hear bright eyes music 030427 ... art choke i had a brother once he drowned in a bathtub before he had ever learned how to talk and i don't know what his name was but my mother does i heard her say it once, padriac my prince i have all but died from the sheer weight of my shame. you cried but no one came and the water filled your tiny lungs. appear, my dear, and sing to me. it was six years ago today that we laid you in your grave, your sweet young skin was shining then too. and so tonight to celebrate i will poison myself. another coughing, shaking fit in a bathroom that is spinning. so i close the door and rest my head on the tile floor, sickness and sleep turning me cold. i am still not sure, is there some better place i should be heading towards? where the selfishly sick and self absorbed are welcome. i saw the future once. i was drunk in a phone booth. my eyes were wet and red but i could not tell what was said and through the screams of the traffic voiced carried saying i am sorry on a day so gray its black inside watching churches on tv in a coma you don't dream you just hope that someone sits with you babies turn blue when they are ignored like the sky on summer days before you turn and walk away it has changed you so tonight to compensate i will poison myself another coughing, shaking fit in a bathroom that is spinning. 030429 ... art choke touch, lying on the floor wishing this could last but knowing that it can't and soon you will leave and i will be on the floor, watching the tv, trying hard to find a reason to move i'm frozen in one place, staring at the screen listening to the rain falling on the street some days go on too long and no one can hang out tonight here, where the carpet is cool and soft, underneath the clock i feel my weary heart is put to rest you gather around your friends the connection that you feel when the night has not yet died you are new with a promise of a love you will probably never find and touch that you can really feel the brokenness inside as hope and less collide now nothing is real (you are new and near now to someone you used to love when you were young; when all was gold and you two touched and felt the flutter underneath your skin. you stood in glowing rooms, the light dripping from both of you. and nothing since has felt as radiant or real.) and there is nothing more i want than just one night that's free of doubt and sadness one night that i can really feel. 030429 ... art choke this is my absolute favorite song... ... so far. ...... It was in the march of the winter I turned seventeen That I bought those pills I thought I would need And I wrote a letter to my family Said it's not your fault And you've been good to me Just lately I've been feeling Like I don't belong Like the ground's not mine to walk upon And I've heard that music Echo through the house Where my grandmother drank By herself And I sat watching a flower As it was withering I was embarrassed by its honesty So I'd prefer to be remembered as a smiling face Not this fucking wreck That's taken its place So please forgive what I have done No you can't stay mad at the setting sun Cause we all get tired, I mean eventually There is nothing left to do but sleep But spring came bearing sunlight Those persuasive rays So I gave myself a few more days My salvation it came, quite suddenly When Justin spoke very plainly He said "Of course it's your decision, But just so you know, If you decide to leave, Soon I will follow" I wrote this for a baby Who has yet to be born My brother's first child I hope that womb's not too warm Cause it's cold out here And it'll be quite a shock To breathe this air To discover loss So I'd like to make some changes Before you arive So when your new eyes meet mine They won't see no lies Just love. Just love. I will be pure No, no, I know i will be pure Like snow, like gold ........... i want to marry conor oberst. 030429 ... sylvia platypus i thought you wanted to marry ted hughes the_man_should_marry_me 030429 ... silentbob when i saw his other band, the desaparecidos he was really drunk and kind of abrasive as far as a performer. like he didnt want to get the audience off. thats kind of how he is apparently. and audiences hate him for it. im goign to see bright eyes in nine days with arab strap. in chicago is anyone else going to that? it would be cool to meet 030430 ... art choke in ted hughes time, i wanted to marry him. in our time, i want to marry conor oberst. 030430 ... sweetheart of the song tra bong Bobby: prepare yourself for emo ACDC covers. It is a good show and Conor was drunk from drinking straight out of a wine bottle during the entire performance and he got up on the drums and jumped off but yeah, he didn't really get the audience off and the emo kids wouldn't dance. 030430 ... splinken I kind of have this irrational desire to beat the shit out of bright eyes. I'm honestly not saying that to be salty or whatever -- it perplexes me. 030430 ... silentbob i don't know what i want to do with bright eyes. i think i used to want to beat the shit out of him / them. but you get used to his music. and now i just want to see them live. people hate conor oberst now because of his popularity and the media attention he's getting. Somehow that isn't a good enough reason for me, when your music makes that many people happy. i can understand wanting many people to hear it. and getting more money. 030501 ... splinken Oh, it has nothing to do with either popularity, fame, or money. I just want to give him a good kick in the leg or something. And I'm not sure why. Maybe because he drinks a lot and whines about girls. 030503 ... ashmanzhou if eyes be windows to our soules they why they be bright? ultimately we are all dead and i my eyes are flat and dead it matters not what matters is not tangible what can be is not real now or later and nothing can be where we are why their eyes glint? with cheeky humour i never feel with love i never can taste with painlessness impossible dream i hate those eyes i hate mine own 030710 ... oldephebe bright eyes bearing boldly forth ashmanzhou - i love your imagery bright eyes bearing her boldly forth i feel like falling down inside every time i look into their sparkling depths tear me away from those tearing tyrant eyes just an extemporaneously pecked out frag ashmanzhou you write like a painter an almost effortless facility for the intimate and abstract and make it accessible, no its like your two palms against the readers two palms please keep sharing 030710 ... oldephebe that goes for silentbor and ilovepatsajak as well 030710 ... oldephebe typo - that goes for silent bob and ilovepatsajek as well 030710 ... jane sean just burned me their cd 030710 ... silentbob which one 030710 ... jane ummm i don't know.. it's in my car name off a bunch and i would recognize it ? 030712 ... silentbob Lifted *or* the story is in the soil keep your ear to the ground Fevers_and_mirrors A Collection of Songs Letting off the happiness describe some of the songs on it 030712 ... jane i'm just gonna run to my car...hold up it's lifted or... 030712 ... oldephebe bright eyes bearing her boldly forth I feel like falling down every time I look into their sparlking depths twin tyrants and the look that sealed me to the stone of the moment a look frame the moment in fire and into this flat canvas she filled up thses flat fields this flat idle canvas static corn its tassles bronzed and brittle in a searing Kanasas Sun hmm not sure where the agrarian evocations come from but the girl she was my church i looked into her eyes such brightness i fell in and the vestiges of those memories are all vexing indelibly etched ... 030712 ... crimson I'm still bitter about missing a Bright Eyes show so many months ago. Conor's brilliant. and i scream for the sunlight or a car to take me anywhere just get me past this dead and eternal snow because i swear that i am dying, slowly but its happening so if there is a perfect spring that's waiting somewhere just take me there and lie to me and say it's going to be alright its going to be alright, yeah you worry too much kid, its going to be alright. 030816 ... oldephebe beautiful, aching, harrow I won't be presumptuous to tread upon the intimacy and the sactity of what you've shared - but ah I'm feelin' you over here crimson - all the sages and scribes and folk wisdom can't reach down and pull you out of Hell - Self love, and a radical change in your pereception - that's what saves me every time I find myself clinging to the edges of the pit or abyss - you write some really powerful stuff - it's takes a powerful soul to generate that kind of empathy and connection ... 030816 ... oldephebe god!!!! my spelling and now even simple grammatical construction or syntax sucks this insomnia is really getting to me I wanted to write - I don't want to be presumptuous and tread upon the intimacy and sanctity of what you've shared - this is really embarrassing 030816 ... silentbob well um... I don't want you to be more embarassed than you are... I'm sorry but crimson didn't write that. Bright Eyes did. and i don't think crimson was trying to take credit for it either, or pass it off as original, or anything like that. it was just a misunderstanding i guess 030817 ... oldephebe 'preciate the clarification let my sentiments be trnsferred to whomever wrote the passage i responded to - i meant every word 030817 ... unhinged sucks and people who don't eat chicken aren't allowed to have an opinion (and yes i am petulant, moody, and overly bored.) 030818 ... oldephebe boo-hyphen-hoo 030818 ... oldephebe mmm chicken I like mine boiled, braized, broiled, baked, barbecued, mmm chicken tastes best to me anyway in this melange of giant shrimp, pepporoni, ziti, chopped brocolli, mayo, a hint of hot sauce, crushed garlic, pepper, a little salt and onion powder - 030818 ... oldephebe oh and ah a half teaspoon of yellow mustard 030818 ... crimson Chuckle. I just saw this. I am flattered that you thought I could write like Connor Oberst, but.. eh.. I really have no great skill. I simply blather babble ect. Maybe I should start using quotation marks more often. 030819 ... crimson Actually, I do use quotations- just not there. Talk about bad timing. 030819 ... paintedmarbles well the animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness, a baby cries hard in an apartment complex. as i pass in a car buried under the influence, the city's driving me out of my mind. I see a child, he’s caught in the sad trap of gravity, he falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree. And lands in the grass, and weeps for his dignity. next time he will not aim so high and next time neither will I. Now, a mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges. Her family’s reduced to names on a shopping list. While a coroner kneels beneath the great wooden crucifix, he knows there’s worse things than being alone. And so I’ve learned to retreat at the first sign of danger, I mean, why wait around if it’s just to surrender? And ambition I’ve found can lead only to failure, i do not read the reviews. No I am not singing for you. Well I stood droppin’ a coin into the pit of a well, and I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help. With all these wishes I make i should buy something real, at least a telephone call home. well my teachers they built this retaining wall of memory, all those multiple choices I answered so quickly. And got my grades back, and forgot just as easily, but at least I got an ‘A’. And so I don’t have them to blame. Well I should stop pointing fingers, reserve my judgment of all those public action figures and cowboy presidents. so loud behind the bull-horns, so proud they can’t admit when they’ve made a mistake, while poison ink spews from a speech writers pen, he knows he don’t have to say it, so it don’t bother him. Honesty, accuracy, it’s just popular opinion. and the approval ratings high, so someone’s gonna die. Well ABC NBC CBS bullshit, they give us fact or fiction. I guess an even split. and each new act of war’s tonight’s entertainment. we’re still the pawns in their game. as they take eye for an eye until no one can see, we must stumble blindly forward repeating history. well I guess we all fit into that slogan on your fast food marquee...Red blooded white skinned and oh the blues. oh and the blues I got the blues that’s me. well I awoke in relief, my sheets and tubes were all tangled, weak from whiskey and pills in a Chicago hospital. And my father was there in a chair by the window, starin’ so far away. I tried talking just whispered “So sorry so selfish” He stopped me and said “Child, I love you regardless. There's nothing you could do that would ever change this, I’m not angry, it happens. But you just can’t do it again” And so now I try to keep up I been exchanging my currency while a million objects pass though my periphery. Now I’m rubbin’ my eyes cuz they’re starting to bother me I been staring too long at the screen. But where was it when I first heard that sweet sound of humility. It came to my ears in the goddamned loveliest melody. how grateful I was then to be part of the mystery, to_love_and_to_be_loved lets just hope that is enough.. 031211 ... once again You want a lover you don't have to love... a girl who doesn't give a fuck. "Your hands are on me. I am pressing hard against your jeans. Your tongue is in my mouth trying to keep the words from coming out." You want a lover you don't have to love. Someone who won't feel the pain, someone who will play your games. I'm the lover you don't have to love... "Love is an excuse to get hurt and to hurt." Hurt me won't you? Hurt me... 031212 ... realistic optimist when i was a wee lad, i used to watch sesame street (long before it had mix dancing muppets). one fine morning, oscar the grouch called one of the adults "bright_eyes." i was stunned. i immediately ran to mommy and asked her if "bright_eyes" was a swear word. she laughed, patted me on the head, and said no that it wasn't. however, to this day, i am leery of the term. it was how oscar the grouch said "bright_eyes." i know it wasn't a nice thing, it was bristling with malice. 031212 ... falling_alone i wish someone would kiss my eyelids in the morning as i start to raise my head... 031212 ... pd too bright too bright goddamn, where's a tissue when you need it? 031213 ... Sw i just found them.. and i love them. 040620 ... witchesrequiem not me before 2pm.. 040621 ... silentbob turn around 040621 ... puredream every now and then I fall apart. 040621 ... kookaburra and i need you more tonight 040621 ... pete captured in them across from two tables after taking the inagural poetry/prose reading at the singer-songwriter's stage a few minutes over the 15 minute time limit. 040622 ... Borealis spawkwy bwight awyes... 040624 ... thorn has anybody seen them live recently? i'm probably going to go see them at the end of january. hopefully, anyway. 050108 ... thorn i told a few of my friends about them, because they are awesome. but then one of my friends found a picture of conor, and now all they say is how he's a hot sexy emo boy. and i'm sort of sad that i told them about the music, becuase i feel like they don't really understand it, or really care. and that makes me feel sad. but i'm feeling sad about everything lately. 050118 ... Utah Well, you say that i treat you like a book on a shelf. i dont take you out that often because you know that i've completed you, and thats why you are here. thats the reason you stay here. how awful that must feel. you said you'd be my dream, i could have you every night, and if by morning i'd forgotten you well no big deal i'd be all right, because you're the reoccuring kind. you are the reoccuring kind. you never really leave my mind. are you the love of my lifetime bc theres been times i had my doubts. we were just kissed when i first kissed you in the attic of my parents house, and i wish we were there now. that took so long to figure out.... what this book has been about. now i write when im away, letters that you'll never read. you said go explore those other women, the geography of their bodies but theres just one map you'll need. you're a boomerang, you'll see. you will return to me. you will you will you will you will you will you will you will you will you will you will you will. you will you will you will you will you will you will you will you will you will you will you will. cause if you dont then this books all lies, if you dont then my plans will all be ruined, if you dont i'll start drinking like the way i drank before.. and then i just won't have a future any more. Christ. My girlfriend didn't get me tickets. If i didn't love her so much it'd be grounds for a breakup. 050118 ... silentbob i am wearing their tee shirt 050118 ... falling_alone seeing them january 28th. too bad they're more popular, our seats are far away it seems. 050118 ... thorn wow. i saw them last night at the norva. it was pretty great. but what was awesome was, i got to meet conor. my friend's mom talked to people who worked there, and we got to go backstage before the show and talk to him. and he signed my shirt. i know everyone says he doesn't really like his fans, and i don't blame him at all, but he was nice to us. it was great. 050131 ... rage light up when i see you 050830 ... brittany. theres a discussion. well consider yourselves lucky weather he completely fucking hates his fans, or treats them like shit.. you still go to see conor. 070115 ... my name it means nothin I think he might be real. He might be "emo" but I think he's still honest. He feels, and expresses it. For some reason I can't stop watching Bright Eyes videos on youtube. I just can't stop, though the ones I watch I have already watched a million times. And I don't even listen to new music! And I am not crazy about music that's all about lyrics... But whatever it is..music, words, looks, clothes, phrasing, voice, whatever...I like them. And I don't care what my reasons are really. 070812 what's it to you? who go blather from