Nov 10 2003
waste of paint
for those of you playing along at home, the current songcrush of the day is bright eyes’ “Waste Of Paint”. these lyrics made my chest explode because i was breathing so fast:
As I hide behind these books I read, while scribbling my poetry,
like art could save a wretch like me, with some ideal ideology that no one can hope to achieve.
And I am never real; it is just a sketch of me.
And everything I have is trite and cheap and a waste of paint, of tape, of time.
and really it’s not the same if you can’t hear his quavering cracking voice and breathless breathing when he’s singing the song.
i think i might be in love.
I just read the lyrics, and can’t stop crying. I am afraid if I heard the song, my heart might explode.
10 Nov 03 at 2:27 pm #want me to send you the MP3?
10 Nov 03 at 3:47 pm #Bright eyes poetry makes me feel like I belong to something. But im just a waste of paint..
05 Feb 05 at 8:04 pm #