and there are three things from this neverending story to know:
and this moment is forever
and this moment is forever
and this moment is forever
and every path is the right path
and nothing is destroyed, everything is transformed
and oh, earth you're too wonderful for anybody to realize
does anybody realize you every, every minute?
and remind, remind, remind me that this, too, shall pass
and mr. bunny says that a moment of realization is worth a thousand prayers
and there are walls between us
but there are roots underneath that bind us

and why live life - b/c there's nothing else to do
and if you don't like it here why don't you go back where you came from?
and the book says we may be through with the past, but the past is not through with us
and if a tree falls in the forest and hits a mime does anybody care?
and you're the only thing that gives anything meaning
and this is what love is - when 2 people give each other meaning
and to the virgins - to make most of their time
and it's like this train, it can't go anywhere except where its rails take it
and the moving Finger writes
and, having writ, moves on -
nor all your piety or wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line
nor all your tears wash out a word of it
and music is my aeroplane (pleasure and pain)
and the semicolon is a transvestitie hermaphrodite
and sometimes there's a man
and everything under the sun is in tune but the sun is eclipsed by the moon
and i thought i had something more to say
love love love
and i wish i was a heartbeat that never comes to rest
and naked we come
and bruised we go
and all your thoughts, yeah, they rot

and i've grown such a thick skin, even i can't get inside myself anymore
and i walk alongside my body
and i wait, wait, wait for a locksmith (i could break a window)
and this happy moment - the only moment the world has to offer me is buried
like an oyster buries the grain of sand
and what was once a dot of happiness is forever gone
and i am a lungfish burying myself until the dry spell ends (it'll never end)
and it's still there among those rocks
a memento of innocence
and this is all just a false-start
but i'll keep running anyway
and i've had many lovers before
and they are the songs i listen to
and i love them
and then i put them away on the shelf (moments with a different kind of enameling)
and i dust them off and they sing to me
but it's never like the first time

time to find a new song


goodbye sober day










"no human being can be there for you the way a record can. i mean, your friends are your friends, and that's great, that's amazing if you're having a hard time-and i clearly know about this at this point in my life-but nothing can compare with putting on a record and grieving silently or, conversely, celebrating personally." (ben gibbard in autumn de wildes book about elliott smith.)


unedited version
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and there are three things from this neverending story to know -
and this moment is forever
and this moment is forever
and this moment is forever
and every path is the right path
and nothing is destroyed, everything is transformed
and why live life - b/c there's nothing else to do
b/c there's nothing left to do
and if you don't like it here why don't you go back where you came from?
and oh, the number 82
and oh, earth you're too wonderful for anybody to realize
does anybody realize you every, every minute?
and there are tales untold
and the book says we may be through with the past, but the past is not through with us
and when it rains, it pours
and we are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world
and there are some things bigger than you
and the sea goes on and on
and miles and miles of squares and nobody seems to care
and that's how it is
and you can change it if you want
and you can keep it the same if you want
and ain't that the way it's supposed to be
and nothing is forever
but this moment is forever
b/c you are here
and if a tree falls in the forest and hits a mime does anybody care?
and you're the only thing that gives anything meaning
and this is what love is - when 2 people give each other meaning
and i could sleep forever
and music is sacred
and vonnegut is god
and the universe is shaped exactly like the earth
and that's how the world began and that's the world will end
and jesus christ was an only child
and nothing i say is original
and this is what i do
and there are things you'll never do
and there are people you'll never meet
and there are places you'll never go
and there are some things that can't be taken back
and there are paths you did not choose
and there are lives you'll never live so choose what you wish
and remind, remind, remind me that this, too, shall pass
and wipe that smile off your face
and nothing will happen as you planned it
but you can roll with the punches and adapt - you and me - so happy together
and learn to let go b/c there's no use hanging on
and you know what you have to do - all it takes is a little insanity - a moment
and doesn't it feel good to pay less
and learn to get up when you fall and take it in stride - make it a part of your rhythm
cuz you're going to fuck up that's for sure - so do it well!
and mr. bunny says that a moment of realization is worth a thousand prayers
and there is somebody going through the same thing
and there are walls between us
but there are roots underneath that bind us
and that's how it had to be
and some people are dead inside
and to the virgins - to make most of their time -
and it's like this train, it can't go anywhere except where its rails take it
and life is a waterfall - we're one in the river
and we're one again after the fall
and this is one big fucking run-on sentence
and the moving Finger writes
and, having writ, moves on -
nor all your piety or wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line
nor all your tears wash out a word of it
and music is my aeroplane (pleasure and pain)
and the semicolon is a transvestitie hermaphrodite
and sometimes there's a man
and it takes a long time but god dies too but not b/f he'll stick it to you
and all that you touch and all that you see (is all your life will ever be)
all that you taste, all you feel
and all that you love,
and all that you hate, all you distrust, all you save,
and all that you give,
and all that you deal
and all that you buy, beg, borrow, or steal,
and all you create
and all you destroy 
and all that you do
and all that you say
and all that eat
and everyone you meet
and all that you spite 
and everyone you fight
and all that is now
and all that is gone
and all that's to come
and everything under the sun is in tune but the sun is eclipsed by the moon
and i thought i had something more to say
love love love
and i wish i was a heartbeat that never comes to rest
and naked we come
and bruised we go
and all your thoughts, yeah, they rot
and i've grown such a thick skin, even i can't get inside myself anymore
and i walk alongside my body
and i wait, wait, wait for a locksmith (i could break a window)
and even my mama thinks my mind is gone
and this happy moment - the only moment the world has to offer me is buried
like an oyster buries the grain of sand
and what was once a dot of happiness is forever gone
and i am a lungfish burying myself until the dry spell ends (it'll never end)
and it's still there among those rocks
a memento of innocence
and this is all just a false start
but i'll keep running anyway
and i've had many lovers before
and they are the songs i listen to
and i love them
and then i put them away on the shelf (moments with a different kind of enameling)
and i dust them off and they sing to me
but it's never like the first time
time to find a new song



goodbye sober day