So I recently heard one of my favorite bands Verse broke up a couple weeks ago and I'm pretty upset. I only got to see them play once with Have Heart in Long Island. It was a great show but I wish I could've seen them one last time. After that show I started listening to them even more and realized how great they really were and how great there lyrics actually were. And this comes from someone who pretty much always ignores lyrics.
Even if their political views were much more radical than my own, I think they had a lot to say and hope anyone who listens to this genre is able to learn from the messages they set to their amazing music. I thought that after they 'broke edge', they might be able to give some insight in a following record about the trials of being in that kind of band and their feelings about life altogether. Regardless, R.I.P. Verse. I hope you do a reunion sometime soon or start new great bands that I can listen to.
On a seperate note, I am in my school library writing a blog when I should be writing a paper for school that was due today. I am really not feeling school and this harsh weather. New York is way too cold for me. My back hurts and my head feels heavy. I took too much Ny-Quil last night and I'm paying for it now. I am daydreaming of my bed and money.
I am so fucking lazy too. I just bitch about not having a job but I do nothing about it. I complain that I will have no time to study but instead of actually doing schoolwork during that time, I talk online and look at amplifiers I can't afford because I'm not working. I know its hard to find a job these days since a lot of people actually need second ones to survive nowadays while I just want things.
I find myself contradicting myself on a normal basis. Smoking too many cigarettes than I need and wasting other money on food and useless indulgences. Such is the life of a misguided fool. I really don't care for friendships, relationships, or anything like that right now. It's been a bad winter. Although its not the worst yet, it is more uneventful than any other. I'd kill for some change. Change of season, change of direction, change of emotion, change of life, change of music, change of anything. Instead I find myself in a slow decay at the age of 19.
Soon 20 will hit and I'll be forced to accept the fact that I am an adult and have responsibilities like any other. I miss the days of 40 oz beers and mind numbing punk rock that made me so happy. Basement 'parties' and broken hearts seem so intangible and valuable when they aren't worth much more than 3 dollars and a shitty girl.
I say we all move away somewhere warm and watch the tides hit the rocks. And we can stare at the sun until our vision is orange and red. Sleep in the shade and never worry about a thing but what we might do next. I want a life on the road, seeing places I've only seen in magazines and tv shows.
Instead of doing anything I dream. And the saddest ones are always the ones that seem the happiest because at this rate I'll never leave this tiny island. As much as I love it and all the friends I have here, I'm destined to lay stagnant in a warm bed my mother laid out for me.
C.K.
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