You don't need long, intricate lyrics to make a touching song.

You and me melt away
Forever holding hands

Sunbeams all round us now
Sunbeams all

Hold my hand
Be with me
Hold my hand
Melt with me

I wouldn't even call "Gross Magik" the best song on this album, although so far all the songs sound similar (which is not a bad thing, since their tunes and sounds generally all kick butt). For example, "Dirt" featuring Aesop Rock is what got my attention in the first place when some random forum post linked to it.

I don't even know why I started this post by pointing out their lyrics. Since we're talking music now, not me and my emotional life, it's almost totally irrelevant since most of their music is instrumental and tune/beat/sound-centric, and you can barely make out what they say anyway. I almost want to compare this sound to Boards of Canada. It's got that electronic yet lo-fi, warm, and nostalgic sound, with a beat you can readily chill to. But this is more upbeat and involved and "hip". I put it in my Alternative Rock folder since it fits in with others there like MGMT, Why?, and Mr. Meeble though it's (they're?) not Alternative Rock at all. Yeah, my system is flawed, whatever.

More importantly, how did I not find out about Tobacco earlier?! I like this. These all came out in 2008, from their debut album Fucked Up Friends. I'm listening through for the first time right now. Favorites so far are probably "Side 8 (Big Gums Version)", "Dirt", and "Tape Eater". You can find these all on the jew tubes.

They already came out with their second full album this year called Maniac Meat, and it's got a song on it that features Beck. Yum! I can't wait to listen to it after I cozy myself into Fucked Up Friends some more.

Yeah, so, school.

I enjoy the stuff I'm learning. I should be a better student.

sort of

but

because

not really

well

I'm

although

mostly

from now

kind of

probably

my fault

I didn't

feeling like

what is

sorry

it's

should've

maybe not

There's been a lot of nothing, a lot of something. Maybe I'd feel better if I just drew it all out on a scrap of paper like I seem to do during every afternoon lecture. I'd post them here for preservation, but my scanner's not working. Lots of little nothings strung together in pencil. That's how I've always felt about my writing, too, but I don't write with pencil much anymore.

What I like about doodling is, if I ever get bored with a current "thread", I can just stop and have it trail into whatever else I want to draw or more likely jump to a different blank part of the paper. That's how my mind works; that's how I should write when I'm writing for myself.

Is there anything to write about? Probably, but maybe not out in the open. I feel like my brain wires were all tampered with by some incompetent dude looking for a problem and switching stuff around he shouldn't've been messing with. What real force is this metaphorical dude? I have no idea. It'd be nice to know, I guess. There are always scapegoats, like stress, hormones, iron/vitamin/sunlight/anything deficiencies. They are all valid. They are always all valid. That doesn't help me much. So I'll deal with it.

Nothing is necessarily all bad right now. I'm getting used to some things. I'm rediscovering the fact that I get bored and feel lonely sometimes. That is okay. Without some boredom and loneliness, there wouldn't be as much potential for awesome things happening.

I close my eyes and I see images everywhere.

Without a blank piece of paper, nothing crazy can be drawn.

I should just go draw right now. But as soon as I get away from the computer, I will pass out and lose another pencil in the sheets. (I tried to write in my journal last night from a sudden desire for "poetry" and that is what happened.) but such is the story of 4am creative constipation?

PS. This post reminds me of this last post I ever posted on my Myspace blog when I was packing my crap to take to college for the very first time. More creative constipation, and a bunch of griping about cruddy poetry, I guess. And! To bring it into the light, almost two years later, since nobody cares now! I was feeling blue because I didn't want to be away from my then-boyfriend, and was thinking about breaking up before having to endure long-distance pain. For some reason it feels good to clarify that right now.