things are getting closer to desperate here, no luck on the job front.. i think i'm gonna go over to Safeway down the street and apply for a job, maybe also TMobile and Fred Meyer.. but i'm not terribly hopeful. just closer to desperate.
on the other hand, the weather has been nice here in portland, oddly.. sunny afternoons, cool crisp air. i like it, and it makes it much more enjoyable to wander door to door looking for jobs.
this song is another in the attempt to write "happier" songs. catchy little major key bits - they start off happy enough, but it's hard to write lyrics. super-hard. these days i don't look a gift-muse in the mouth, as it were.
blah.blah.blah.
Upset on Mondays
Janie's always upset on mondays
and it pinches like you wouldn't believe
i wanna give her everything that she wants
i wanna give her everything that she needs
always bleeding from her head over something
it was nothing i could really take part in
a vast and ancient garden
don't look back when she tells you to leave
her love is something i'll learn to stomach
her attention is like a disease
a pretty bird with a terrible temper
making eyes from the heart of a tree
janie's always angry on mondays
it pinches like you wouldn't believe
i wanna give her everything that she wants
i won't look back when she tells me to leave
you don't own me anymore
i got something to settle the score
i won't be back for more
Friday, October 15, 2010
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desperate times -> desperate measures. aren't you worried that 99% of musicians never make any money?
kinda reminds me of Nuetral Milk Hotel. good thing i think. - the Tut-hill
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