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Teenage Crime

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Just Somebody That I Used To Know

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end
Always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I’ll admit that I was glad that it was over

But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I’d done
And I don’t wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know…

But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
You didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

I used to know
That I used to know

Somebody…
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Somebody That I Used To Know is from the Gotye album Making Mirrors


Summer

‎”I’ve never been very fond of the summer, but there are things about it that I miss. Most of them are things you never think twice about until they’re gone—things like the sound of cicadas singing as the sun sets or frogs croaking at twilight. Sometimes the memory of those things feels like a hook caught in my heart. I miss them so much that it causes literal pain, as if I’m going through withdrawal symptoms. I miss the smell of honeysuckle, the sound of thunder, and the feel of wind coming through the car window on a late-night ride

I would dearly love to go on a long, winding car ride today. The sun would burn me to a crisp, but it would be worth it to feel the wind. I wouldn’t mind going on a car trip from one coast to the other, sleeping in cheap motels, not heading towards any particular destination, just exploring, looking for places most people don’t even know exist. I just want to move. I think I take after my father in that regard. He was a man who never stayed in one place for long. I think he probably spent more time on the road than in a house. I’m much more a creature of habit and prefer to burrow in for long periods of time, but every so often I feel the way I do today. It’s almost like starving, only I need a new source of stimulus and energy instead of food. That’s what I long for more than anything—the taste of a new energy.”

-Damien Echols, April 11, 2011


EXPLOSIONS


THINK TANK


Tonight


DETROIT


MEOW ROCK


About ready for a full day of sleep


Is it Sunday yet?