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
And to this song I send myself
And with these drinks
I plan to collapse and forget
This wasted year
Well devoted friends, they disappear.
Sorry about the phone call and needing you
Some decisions you don't make.
I guess it's just like breathing, but not wanting to
There are some things you can't fake.
Well I guess that it's 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 you used to know
And there below, his frozen face
Where you wrote the name and that ancient date, that ancient date
And you can't believe that he's really gone
When all that's left is a fucking song.
Sorry about the phone call and waking you.
I know that it is late...
But thank you for talking, 'cause I needed to
Yeah, some things just can't wait.
Some things just can't wait.
- Bright Eyes, February 15th/Happy Birthday To Me, A Collection of Songs.../Noise Floor.
Ele escreveu-a como sendo uma canção de parabéns para ele próprio, mas acho que se pode aplicar em qualquer um dos dois contextos - aniversário ou passagem de ano. Ano novo my ass.
Este é provavelmente o último post do ano e não vou fazer retrospectiva. Vou antes deixar um vídeozinho do costume; uma canção que foca problemas que nos tocam a todos. Uma verdade universal. Que simplesmente a vida nos corre mal porque há too many muthauckers ucking with my shi.
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