harveydanger silentbob "why i’m lonely" st. leonard touched a philistine--a sacred tongue, a perfect rhyme--but even he was "not much nourished by modern love." so i told her that everything she does is divine and she replied with a blank expression (an object lesson in making me feel benign) then whispered, "independence and indifference are the wings which allow the heart to fly." feelings i’ve had too often, still no plan in place to soften the inevitable blow (the rituals we know). and with the right revolting piety of tone, the word "freedom" can make you want to lock yourself in a deep dark dungeon. but i know everybody follows pleasure, everybody gets somewhere. i swear, i wish i could be less aware... now it’s absolutely clear to me that solitude is not the same as singularity, but that’s not why i’m lonely. "you miss the point completely i get the point exactly" one awkward conversation can ruin my whole day in the company of strangers with some vulgar shit to say. cocktail hour social like an obsolete machine spitting anecdotes and boring jokes from someone else’s spleen. and i always seem to miss the point completely (and here i am again). culture baron trainwreck and it’s hard to look away but i’m yawning like a kid in a carpet store. refusing to be interesting is a funny way to go but i guess you know your business--you’re the one who makes the windstorm blow. and i always say i miss the point completely (and here i am again, here i am again). and i always wish you’d behave more discreetly; it’s kind of puzzling, but you’re falling into place (it’s what you do best). you’re a popular opinion, you’re an easy thing to foster, you’re an ostentatious tourist, you’re a predictable posture, you are a record left on the dashboard, you’re a nasty little hang. you miss the point completely i get the point exactly you miss the point completely i get the point exactly you miss the point completely i get the point exactly no you miss the point completely no i get the point exactly no you miss the point completely no you miss the point-a! (interlude français) "the same as being in love" when you base your whole identity on reaction against somebody it’s the same as being in--i tend to forget when i drink. i’m doing it again i think--a hand to hold, an ego to flatter, ‘cause you were the wineskin, i was the bladder. time passes, events fall away (i don’t think they’ll hurry). hurry up, i’m blacking out, high on the vapor, ‘cause i was the typo, you were the liquid paper. talk it over, talk it, overtalk it. the answer’s still the same: it’s discontent, humiliation, ‘cause you were the theme and i was the variation. try to take a less dramatic course of action; this attraction-introspection-diction predilection is breaking my heart again, breaking my heart again.… woolly muffler all i ever wanted to be was a woolly muffler on your naked neck double-wrap me when it's cold but you pulled a little tight just now and i'm afraid i feel a choke hold coming on all i ever thought we might come to was second dates and flirting eyebrows or maybe even psychic friends and we could share a secret language and almost definitely make more of it than it was but everyone around us would know everyone watching would know this is not a walk with walking wounded here's the ball, here's the pole, now where's the tether where's the tether? hands can grow together if you're not careful or grateful or whatever and i never much cared much too much to begin with i will not take your possibilities under my care i will not see you on the bus you want me to hold your hand it's a courtship i can't stand and here i thought you were crying because you were happy but no no no friends will turn against you people disappoint you every time so if you've got greatness in you would you do us all a favor and keep it to yourself? keep it keep it to yourself a labored expat fantasy: quit your job and move away with me oh what bliss it would be to pretend we never met i'm elated now i'm elated now i'm elated now i'm elated now private helicopter i'm on a private helicopter with my favorite ex-girlfriend tiny little cabin in the sky now we're alone and we can remember how we felt before we were angry: we were guilty and we were bitter (I must admit I said a few things, but...) i'm still attracted to you sorry we've been so cold, so eight miles high and three hours to landing, god, your hair smells really great i'm on a hovercraft to Paris with my former best friend we have to get to the cinematheque we're not alone but no one speaks english, so we're free to look into each other's minds and see what we're thinking like we always used to i miss talking to you but you never draw me out so cast off the ego scars and let's go hit the bars i reserve the right to hold my grudges friends like you, you know the rest but all told, i hold on to my anger far too long until it's a joke the night is cold the joke is old (and poorly told, i told you once) i'm on a private helicopter with my favorite ex-girlfriend, no one to keep up appearances for now we're alone and we can remember how we felt at first; the desperate need to be together must've been good for something, sugar i'm still attracted to you no one's making us do what we're supposed to so lie here in my arms lie here in my arms... problems and bigger ones cross through the border states to the wrong side and look away, virginia spend every day like the past is a bridge crossing twenty years whispers away, not so much get your poison tongue out of my ear here's a fact you cannot rise above: we'll have problems and then we'll have bigger ones from damage to damned control you wanted to go alone though i never said no i never said no spiteful confrontations, trial separations, it's just another present to get past the man was very helpful but i knew he wouldn't stay there used to be a baby but the baby went away forswear what you undergo you wanted to go alone though i never said no i never said no it doesn't make me cry to hear dylan say most likely you go your way i'll go mine i'll go mine i'll go mine forswear what you undergo you wanted to go alone though i never said no i never said no old hat call me disruptive, say i break your concentration familiar patterns, like waves that break too fast what do you do when it's so brand new that it kills you? came on too strong, couldn't stand it slow, now i know she can knock me back like a champ disembodied ringlets from hair that look like yours call me the looming shapes of winter dusk impending she barely fits inside my head, but i feel something every element but one is in my thrall stop traffic as i lie down in your footpath like a similie i paint suggestive pictures disembodied ringlets from hair that looked like yours call me the looming shapes of winter dusk impending call me freaky call me childish call me ishmael just call me back call me back call me back and i'll follow you around i forget what my friends look like and they forget why they like me but that's old hat. i'm so happy. how do you write about that? disembodied ringlets... (down at the) terminal annex here's something beautiful now smash it to bits save your little wheelchair empowerment films save your swoons, i'm spoken for it isn't pretty to think so but i can't feign interest now dreaming of the fistfight i never got into thinking of the mean shit i wish i'd said to you such a fancy lady, call her secretina she didn't get all the good stuff but she looked like you like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers everything you say to me is dumb, (at least it's stupid) twenty heavy hammers smashing down here's a doorstep you can never darken you complain about an overflowing cup. don't forget that i'm the one who filled that fucker up like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers i remain as ever intrigued but no more astounded like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers i think that i like you better when you just ignore me so i sit and notice shadows growing i think of how the clocks are slowing hoping hope's eternal flowing springs will do their thing and save me from myself like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers i remain as ever intrigued but no more astounded like a zero drowning in a sea of higher numbers you want ego? i will show you ego i'm jealous now 001019 ... caroline the rat goddess ballad of the tragic hero (pity and fear) remember pericles? he democratized the city with his mind a little wisdom never hurt anyone tell that to socrates telling the citizens what they needed to hear but still the fed him hemlock the greeks don't speak my language i don't get the relevance i am irreverent i have no reverence show me no deference, i'll do the same for you la la la la did you ever know you're my tragic hero? you'll be the pity, i'll be the fear and every subscriber will know what a truly great man you are in the conference room he said to me close "avoid your generation's proclivity for irony and negativity held so commonly, don't let me down, son" there was a car the wheels came off it and i know that nobody never made a profit "censor your gravity, boy, i'm counting on you to be my protege" ha ha ha ha ha ha ha cast it off with the rest, flip, your footsteps are filling up every time you turn around you can see the idols and you'll be knocking them down one two three four ha ha ha ha ha ha ha did you ever know you're my tragic hero? you be the pity, i'll be the fear, and every advertiser will know what a truly great man you truly are. some wear their politics like an aura some take it on like a mantle some can't hold a candle some touch some damn it. 010614 ... burden "Radio Silence" Let it sing Let it die And roll out the carpets No such thing Mustn't pry All hail to another confession And it's losing me Where have all the merrymakers gone? Some people will surprise you with a real depth of feeling And others still may shock shock shock you with all that they're revealing But one thing's sure There's always more information than you ask for Ask for this Just enough knowledge to know I don't know anything Anything Anything I don't know, no But if that's what I like That's how I like it Some things are personal (At least they should be) Or is it too much to ask you just to Maintain a little Maintain a little Maintain a little Maintain a little Maintain a little Maintain a little (Take the cynical saint to the stake and burn it) It's radio Radio Silence Silence Mmmmm, so tasty. 010618 ... silentbob Indeed. I finally am knowing the beauty of King James Version. i really want them to tour again or release a new cd. When i posted those lyrics up there... i hadn't heard any of the King James songs. i don't even remember posting them. 031120 ... egger . 040108 what's it to you? who go blather from