I was listening to an album today in my car by a band named Algebra One. The band consisted of 3 VA Tech students. They use to do shows at a local place called Suite 6. It was an amazingly trashy place that I spent countless Fridays and Saturdays watching live music and embracing the punk/indie culture. When listening to this album I came across the lyrics in which I would like to share.
We have ONE week in summer to feel this ache
and about TWO hours before you awake.
Been waiting all night.
THREE hours of sleep
and FOUR just being a creep
Maybe FIVE weeks isn't enough
Feeling so sick.
Feeling so sick.
So let's make it SIX.
Lets make it six
or Seven more or seven more.
I've got EIGHT little tricks in store.
That's just fine.
I'm screwing up and looking at NINE.
I'll never win again.
I'm reaching up and touching TEN.
For some reason i thought these lyrics are awesome with the whole counting thing.
That is all.
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numbers make me ill. ;)
ReplyDeleteyay! we have decent internet now, so i can post to your blog! i love this, actually. AND numbers do make me ill too...but i love you and we are a numbers/words couple...and it works :)
ReplyDeletecould you blog again please? thanks. if you can't think of a topic...we will give each other prompts to write about weekly :) your next prompt: Adysseus. It's the epic story of Adam Soyars' life.
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