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Apr. 3rd, 2004 01:32 amI had a lovely walk in the woods this afternoon. Ehda discovered an intriguing spring off the ski hill, which we wandered around on snowshoe. I fell in once, but NJB fell in twice, so I feel marginally victorious. And as luck would have it, it rained. Honestly, New Mexico, get your weather straight. It's too late for the St. Patrick's day storm, and unless I am sadly mistaken, rain is not an April thing. No one, however, got hypothermic, it was beautiful, and I was outside. Complaints=Zero.
Now we're sitting around, enjoying the wonders of vinyl and hot cocoa. Mmmm, sugar and music. Complaints=One. If I hear Wonderwall one more time this evening, I'm going to have to start killing small fluffy things to compensate.
Now, to the point of this post. How many of you out there automatically answer "That horrible cow face! How could she?" when confronted with the phrase "Gone for Good"? I have a question for you.
( This gets rather involved. )
Seriously, my love for the Mark Sandman school of "dude, one chorus plus four lines is totally all the lyrics one needs for a song" school of writing just grows and grows and grows. Sometimes I notice things about Morphine, like how ridiculous short their lyrics are, or how when you're singing a song you have to pause for the sax solo. Mostly I don't care. It's Morphine, and their drug-dependent, co-dependant, sad, sad, too-cool-for-you, nonsensical music is in my bones.
It's hailing outside my window.
Now we're sitting around, enjoying the wonders of vinyl and hot cocoa. Mmmm, sugar and music. Complaints=One. If I hear Wonderwall one more time this evening, I'm going to have to start killing small fluffy things to compensate.
Now, to the point of this post. How many of you out there automatically answer "That horrible cow face! How could she?" when confronted with the phrase "Gone for Good"? I have a question for you.
( This gets rather involved. )
Seriously, my love for the Mark Sandman school of "dude, one chorus plus four lines is totally all the lyrics one needs for a song" school of writing just grows and grows and grows. Sometimes I notice things about Morphine, like how ridiculous short their lyrics are, or how when you're singing a song you have to pause for the sax solo. Mostly I don't care. It's Morphine, and their drug-dependent, co-dependant, sad, sad, too-cool-for-you, nonsensical music is in my bones.
It's hailing outside my window.
