DAMN~! This Oberst, is it possible he’s better then Smith? Is he better than my Robert~!!! Cause I’m just listening to the this first song in this CD *C* sent me and I’m melting. Brilliance. *oh second song…* hummmm…. I’ve heard a DCD song that kinda has the same beat. This kid is going to make me listen to music as much as I listen to lyrics. AND ~ somehow he gets away with it… This Bright Eyes is not your typical bull shit. More of our generation needs to shine. More of us need to get off our butts and go out there and do what we were meant to do.
And yet I continue to sit here… *rat-a-tat-tat*……
*That’s the sound of one hand typing btw cause the other is drinking coffee*
It’s way too early on a Sunday morning for me to be upset. (Oh yah – now I’m singing that song…) We’re a generation of artists. And no one can say what’s good and no one can say that’s bad. Everyone in my generation is inspired… true, some more than others. Some will be genuine. Some were meant to be heavy and spill their deceit. It’s our job to start caring. That’s part of the problem. Take it for granted, and be numb – who gives a shit right?
HAVE YOU NOTICE THE MUSICIANS? The poets, the writers… we are so ready for an another love revolution. The syllables amount to rise up above it and be heard – Fuck apathy. Let those fuckers support us. We’re so unique they’ll find US to worship. We are better than without compare. Be lifted. Be who you are. We are here to be exalted, it’s almost time for us to take over.
My job is to help us. I know I’m not the most talented – but I’m inspired. I know what I have to do. What’s calling. I have to do it. There is a fantastic reason I’m good at everything but never too good… I have to understand – connect – involve – be about… it……. Ain’t love grand? I love Sundays. I love bubbles. I adore fog. So, how do I go about doing what I’m meant to do… you leave that to me. Just give me a few more days to meditate. Keep up with creation. There are a few more people I have to meet. Maybe one more trip…
I was recreated for a purpose. *It’s nice to feel needed.*
And yet I continue to sit here… *rat-a-tat-tat*……
*That’s the sound of one hand typing btw cause the other is drinking coffee*
It’s way too early on a Sunday morning for me to be upset. (Oh yah – now I’m singing that song…) We’re a generation of artists. And no one can say what’s good and no one can say that’s bad. Everyone in my generation is inspired… true, some more than others. Some will be genuine. Some were meant to be heavy and spill their deceit. It’s our job to start caring. That’s part of the problem. Take it for granted, and be numb – who gives a shit right?
HAVE YOU NOTICE THE MUSICIANS? The poets, the writers… we are so ready for an another love revolution. The syllables amount to rise up above it and be heard – Fuck apathy. Let those fuckers support us. We’re so unique they’ll find US to worship. We are better than without compare. Be lifted. Be who you are. We are here to be exalted, it’s almost time for us to take over.
My job is to help us. I know I’m not the most talented – but I’m inspired. I know what I have to do. What’s calling. I have to do it. There is a fantastic reason I’m good at everything but never too good… I have to understand – connect – involve – be about… it……. Ain’t love grand? I love Sundays. I love bubbles. I adore fog. So, how do I go about doing what I’m meant to do… you leave that to me. Just give me a few more days to meditate. Keep up with creation. There are a few more people I have to meet. Maybe one more trip…
I was recreated for a purpose. *It’s nice to feel needed.*
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