Today was one of those days where every
song I listened to, I could relate to. Mainly because 97% of songs
are love songs, and 93% of those
are break-up songs. The remaining 3% of songs are about murdering
bitches, and I also feel like doing that. And mind you, I did not
go straight to La Roux or Adele and just felt
the lyrics. No, this was me sitting on the bus to work, listening to
my “Top Rated” list, in random order. So, the rundown, in order:
Heaven at Nite – Kid Cudi. Because one of the things he told me last night
is to stop worrying so much and to relax and let go. Because I can't,
and I have not felt Heaven at Nite in a long, long, long while. A
year? More? Remember that night we sneaked off to the woods and I
liked you so much and I liked myself so much and the stars were clear
and the river was cold and I kissed you in my mind? I do.
Sonnet– The Verve. This song is just super sad. I dig that.
15 Step – Radiohead. Basically this:
How
come I end up where I started?
How
come I end up where I went wrong?
Won't
take my eyes off the ball again.
You
used to rail me out and then you cut the string.
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A Well Respected Man – The Kinks. Because last night he sounded so
secure and logical and mature when in reality we all know everything
is messy and bloody, a deep well with dirt at the bottom that
sometimes is warm like a blanket but sometimes is freezing and hurts
your skin. We all know that.
Then
the Skins theme song came on and it made me sad because Skins makes me
sad (and like I wanna do a shit ton of drugs), specially Effy because I get
her.
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Dancing Queen – ABBA. Once I made up a story that in my 17th
birthday they sang Dancing Queen to me instead of Happy Birthday. It
was so long ago I don't even remember if it happened or not.
Oh Well, Okay – Elliott Smith. “Haha, wanna feel better about your
day? WELL NOT ON MY WATCH” my iPod. And Elliott Smith.
This dude had been ruining my life since 2004. |
How Deep Is Your Love – The Bee Gees. Not very deep, apparently.
Chhhhhhiiiiillllllll song tho. I enjoyed this one.
Never Going Back Again – Fleetwood Mac. One heart break a year is, like,
standard, right?
Kids – MGMT. This one made me feel guilty because sophomore year was the
year of this song and we were so happy for like two weeks and then I
fucked it all up, I'm sorry. I think about this a disturbing amount.
Congratulations on graduating, by the way.
Pétalo de Sal – Fito Paez y Spinetta. This is just a love song, but it
made me think about all the songs that have not been written about
me, about the lack of fictional characters inspired by me, the
absence of paintings or photographs of my likeness. No one has ever
given me flowers, ever. No one ever has made me anything. I have inspired
no grand gestures nor art. A girl did write me a poem once. It was
about how cold and distant I am. Thumbs up!
So Happy I Could Die – Lady GaGa. I miss Paris in the spring.
Suffocation – Crystal Castles. Crystal Castles makes me incredibly nostalgic
for Smith for some reason. It was the last time I was kind of happy. Doing a bunch of addies and writing papers and having friends around. This song in particular is also sort of sexy at the same time, and it
reminds me of all the sex I'm not having.
Trátame Suavemente – Soda Stereo. Translates to “Treat me Softly”. “Te
comportas de acuerdo con lo que te dicta cada momento/ Y esa
inconstancia no es algo heroico, es mas bien algo enfermo” Oops,
was that, like, me?
Heartbeats – The Knife. Once I showed him this song and he was like, I don't
really like it, and I was like WAT.
Imaginary Love – Rufus Wainright. Beeeeecause let's face it. I heard Schubert
in my head too. It was all in my head, no? The way you used to smile
didn't mean anything and I never made you nervous.
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Then
I started listening to Wu-Tang and felt better. By the way, the
above-mentioned songs, in that order, could be the worst playlist in the
world. The shuffle feature can really fuck you up. I'll be fine, as
people always are. I will not, however, be dating dudes anytime soon.
That shit is fucked up.
Otherwise, I want to kill myself less these days, which is good news. As I said to Eva, I promise I won't go anywhere. I'm also eating almost three times a day, and like, food. Progress.