Jawbreaker - Jet Black ========================================= I'll be quiet to keep you quiet. Don't concern yourself with my slow dying. Through the vents I hear you sigh. I don't get too high these days. Your floor is my ceiling. Lights out, you can't come in. If you don't remind me, I won't forget you. If you don't ask, I won't upset you. I am: jet black. I am: stone cold. Jet black to the center. Funny like a funeral. I need you to bury me.
White noise in black room dust. These hands long for one last touch. Hourglass all out of trust. I don't scratch so I won't itch. I don't reach so I won't miss. I taste our last kiss. If you don't remind me, I won't forget you. If you don't ask, I won't upset you. I am: jet black. I am: stone cold. Jet black to the center. Funny like a funeral. I need you to bury me.
This is the cure: the same as the symptom. Simple and pure: break to keep fixing. Patiently nurse, patient and nurse. This is the part I wouldn't show you. The part where you say, "I don't even know you." This is your cue. Be glad it's through. I am: jet black. I am: stone cold. Jet black to the center. Funny like a funeral. I need you to bury me.
(EDIT: found a site with the exact lyrics. only got four or five wrong.)
Bad Religion - Only Entertainment ========================================= Transfixated on the big blue screen its your window to the outside a melancholy dream a medium upon which you build reality this episodic currency that everybody needs somebodies delivery lulls you to sleep the man behind the weather map the editor in chief they control two worlds power and disease and you cannot supress you curiosity but see it's only entertainment superficial urgency posterboard mentality only entertainemnt tightly constrained the buzz that remains is the story of how we run our lives many our the people poor and suffering from the lack of coverage from the transmission beam and if it ever gets there you'll be offended too 'cause you cannot distinguish chicanery from truth see it's only entertainment a superficial episode as life continues to unfold only entertainment controlled and copied they've planted the seed that sprouts into your picture of the world can't someone protect me (turn away, turn away) from this electron beam? hey you, Mr. FCC have you no advice for me?
Bassist for TV on the Radio has passed away. TV On the Radio's Gerard Smith dies of lung cancer (hosted.ap.org) One of those bands that has made it bigger than I ever thought they would (and I say that as a fan).