pizzicato five

reroute. - 12.02.05
for the belgian. - 11.19.05
here's to hope - 11.16.05
don't bust my balls. - 08.21.05
rambling off. - 08.18.05

<< 03.02.02 >>

11:52 p.m. - caught in a web.

song: yellow.

Phrase to pull on small children when the opportunity arises: "The lies fly up from your stomach and catch in your throat."

Coldplay is the best. Even though it's a year old, and I've heard it a million times, I still listen to Yellow. It's that good. The video for it is kickin' like wu shu kung fu too. It starts out all dark on the beach and the guy is just waliking and singing the song while the sun is coming out and at the end the camera shifts to the sky and it's all golden and you understand just what yellow is. It's so cool it deserves a class A run-on sentence.

The mass of men lead lives of quiet desparation. I think life is passing me by. Why? Because it's true. Life is passing all of us by. No matter what we do, we are missing out on something. Right now there is a party in San Francisco. People are making out in Kyoto. There is a cool guy just sitting on a park bench in Barcelona. Shit is happening all over the place and we can't be a part of it because we are finite and corporeal. Just think of the town where you live. A city full of people, the majority of which you will never meet. Millions of lives, stories that you will never know. The mind doesn't even have the capacity to comprehend all those stories. We don't even know the people that we know.

Maybe it's better that way.