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every time i get into my car lately, i have to listen to the same four songs over and over again. they might be giants.
birdhouse in your soul
istanbul (not constantinople)
your racist friend
particle man
in addition to being all around brilliant songs, they are all peppy and serve to brighten my mood considerably at any given moment. but i'm a little hoarse now from singing at the top of my voice to and from rehearsal.
oh, and, nothing against lucky ball and chain and dead which come in between these other four, i just have a special liking for these.
i should be listening to them now. for i am cranky. or something else. like jobless and depressed. so, as i am not a general fan of the public moping*, i shall take my droopy self to bed now. 'night.
*mine, i don't mind other people's so much
birdhouse in your soul
istanbul (not constantinople)
your racist friend
particle man
in addition to being all around brilliant songs, they are all peppy and serve to brighten my mood considerably at any given moment. but i'm a little hoarse now from singing at the top of my voice to and from rehearsal.
oh, and, nothing against lucky ball and chain and dead which come in between these other four, i just have a special liking for these.
i should be listening to them now. for i am cranky. or something else. like jobless and depressed. so, as i am not a general fan of the public moping*, i shall take my droopy self to bed now. 'night.
*mine, i don't mind other people's so much
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Date: 2003-02-06 08:04 pm (UTC)they were my first concert.
and once i had a dream about them. they preformed at my school. in coffins. and one of them slept with a friend of mine [in the dream, i mean]. this was in like, seventh grade.
i know you don't care. just felt like sharing <3