I can't stop listening to Jesu's Medicine. It's oddly addictive. It's also got a haunting quality that seems all too appropriate for me these past few days.
Some things have gone wrong. Oh, it'll all be ok. The sky will clear, the ship will aright itself. But for now, I just want to cover my head and sigh. I don't want to be at work today. I'm on under three hours of sleep, and a gnawbone of stress, bad news, and general unhappy. I would've called in sick, but I'd committed to doing something at work today.
Fucking responsibilities. What is wrong with me that I can't take a day off when it's obvious that I could use one?
Something quite grave, it would seem. I'm just not quite human today. It would be a good day to be human, and there are a few legos missing from the structure right now.
Fuck. I have work to do. No more bitching.
I got to see Jesu and Isis last night. They were both great, but Jesu had some sound mix issues during their first song...which was 1/5th of the set. Plus, while they did play songs I liked, they didn't play anything I loved (Dead Eyes, Medicine). Isis, however, kicked all kinds of ass. A good show.
the medicine is all we need
to keep us away and hidden
we can only see the sunset
we can never see the sunrise
in our funny little homes
we're really quite alone
we're just a sitting target
for your superiority
sunrise
sunset
the medicine is all we need
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