It’s just that I’ve gotten used to
Havin’ you around.
My landscape would be empty
If you were gone.
— Grateful Dead, Looks Like Rain




One has lived life carelessly
if he or she has failed to see
that the truth is not alive or dead
the truth is struggling to be said
— Silver Jews, What Is Not But Could Be If*


Suffering jukebox such a sad machine
you’re filled up with what other people need
and they never seem to turn you up loud
there are a lot of chatterboxes in this crowd.
— Silver Jews, Suffering Jukebox*


Remains of a semester


Going where the water tastes like wine
Well I’m going where the water tastes like wine
Going where the water tastes like wine
I don’t wanna be treated this a way
— Goin’ Down The Road Feeling Bad


I haven’t wanted to do anything for a long time
But whatever you’ve got right now would probably suit me fine
If you’re all done like you said you’d be
What are you doin’ hanging out with me?
— Elliot Smith, Whatever (Folk Song in C)


And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.
— Don McLean, American Pie

I get frustrated listening to smart people talk about things they are only marginally familiar with.
Patrick Logan


For 2.000 years, you’ve had the nerve to tell women who we are. We use your words; we eat your food. Every way we get money has to be a crime. We are plagiarists, liars and criminals.
— Kathy Acker, Blood and Guts in High School

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