Music Is My Girlfriend

Through the years I could easyly say Music is my girlfriend and in no particular order here's 2010.
Grinderman ,Grinderman 2
Lloyd Cole,Broken Record
Amy Milan,Masters of The Burial
The Black Keys, Brothers
Dan Auerbach, Keep it Hid
Hope Sandoval, Through the Devil Softly
The National, High Violet
Stars, Five Ghosts
Broken Social Scene, Forgiveness Rock Record
Dan Mangan, Nice,Nice,Very Nice
Metric, Fantasies
The Tallest Man on Earth, the Wildhunt
Phosphorescent, Here's to taking it easy
Villagers, Becoming a Jackal
The Clientele, Minotaur
Junip, Rope & Summit
Mason Proper,There's a Moth in your Chest
Wild Nothing, Gemini
Wolf Parade, Expo 86
Young Galaxy, Invisible Republic
Zeus, Say Us
Vivian Girls, Everything goes wrong
White Lies, To Lose My Life
Charlotte Gainsbourg, IRM
Deerhunter, Halcyon Digest
Belle and Sebastian,Write about love.

Related To You

Remembering her is like ...If your grandmother came back from the dead and gave you a hug and then you went out for waffles with her but the waffles were all shapped like daggers and were too sharp to eat.
You get kicked out because your grandmother is decomposing all over the carpet. In a way you can only see her young self. There's a warm breeze outside the restaurant and it smells like there's a large fire about a mile away. Grandma sheds her dead elderly self like a coccon jumpsuit and stand before you and the world naked and young for about one more day. This creates a dilemma. You are attracted to your grandmother's beautiful 24 year old incarnation but a the same time she's both: deceased and still technically related to you. So the only way to get safely intimate with her is to wear her stretchy elder cocoon skin jumpsuit and fall sleep, but unfortunately forever.

And all of the time you thought I was sad

And all of the time you thought I was sad I was trying to remember your face.
It's nothing but time and a face that you lose.I chose to feel it and you couldn't choose.
I'll write you a postcard. I'll send you the news. From a house down the road from real love.
There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave:
You were all that I wanted. I gave what I gave.
I'm not sorry I met you. I'm not sorry it's over.
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save.

P.S.

You're a weapon of devotion.Keep the faithful entertained
You're a lover of attention.Found a way to pawn the soul
Disposition may be fetching. But the world moves on and leaves you far behind. I hear you, whispering such gorgeous stories. I see you, trying to break free
You liar,you can't live the dreams you're spinning.
You liar, love to be deceived.

You're falling, falling from your god-like distance.
You're fashion, just fashion, fashion doesn't keep.
You're sour, so sour, all this hope and trust is misplaced.
You're sour, now you are alone.
Walking on fire, found a place away from humans
Walking on fire, hate to deceive.

In Love, In Fear, In Hate, In Tears

Is funny how falling feels like flying for a little while. Somehow this don't feel like home anymore. None of it.
Motives are rarely unselfish. That's why I'm leaving

I Realized You Could Be Right

Time has passed. Some things never really last.Just little lies from you doesn't mean nothing. You know to me you are always going to be the one but I realize you could be right.
I walk alone but you know I always felt at home but you are so hard to please.
I'm so hard to please but I used to have everything I need.Then I realized you could be right.

I Have Dreamed About You For Thirty Five Years

You're walking taller than you should.The air is thin around your beautiful head
You're saying things with your mouth to me that I don't recognize.
You're aware of yourself lately,redefining yourself, designing yourself.
You haven't looked at me in forever.
You're weighing your options...What would you trade me for?
You're measuring me lately and I can tell I'm losing weight.
Don't tell me I've changed. You are just raising your standards.

strange

Why's everybody actin funny?
Why's everybody look so strange?
Why's everybody look so nasty?
What do I want with all these things?

I went alone down to the drugstore.
I went in back and took a Coke.
I stood in line and ate my Twinkies.
I stood in line, I have to wait

Fourth of July

I stayed at home on the Fourth of July
And I pulled the shades so I didn't have to see the sky
And I decided to have a Bed In
But I forgot to invite anybody

And when I fell asleep
The neighbors had a peep
I never thought that I would end up here
Maybe I should just change my style
But I feel alright when you smile
And if it don't improve then I have to move

Livin' and Dyin' in Charleston

I remember it all like it was this morning. You can't take that away from me. The memories and the good times when i used to feel loved. When the feeling of being alive was a good feeling. It's amazing how stupid you can be when you are in love.
I feel the need to have the feeling that it's good to be alive.
We were getting along famously and things suddenly change. I'm too tired to drive anywhere. I wonder if you care if I stay? Life makes me dizzy. It takes a day to remember a day and I'm trying to find something in this thing that means nothing enough. I'm losing my breath. I came as close as anyone to live underwater for almost three months.
I have a hole in the middle of my chest where the lightning went through. I told my friends not to worry.
i was never inside your heart and it hurts. Didn't want to be your ghost. Didn't want to be anyone's ghost. I don't want anybody else.

Conversation 16

I do not know what all the troubles are for.
You're the only thing i ever want anymore.
We'll live on coffee and flowers.
Try not to wonder what the weather will be.
I figured out what we were missing.
Tell you miserable things after you are asleep.
You never believe the shitty thoughts i think.
We had friends out for dinner.
When i said what i said i didn't mean anything
Try to hold it together till our friends are gone.
I do not want to disappoint anyone

Have my head in the oven so you know where i'll be
I try to be more romantic
i wanna believe in everything you believe
i was less than amazing
i do not know what all the troubles are for
i fall asleep in your branches
you're the only thing i ever want anymore

Pleasure Disappoints, Possibility Never.

Anxiety is making me dizzy. I'm breathless for the pleasures of life. Pursuing them it's why they are in a hurry passing me by. I'm such a bore.
The clear possibility of creating a new dream and especially taking risks, so i can feel alive, are finally arriving. Pleasure disappoints, possibility never.

Must Be

Iam stirring my aged cold glass of scotch in circular motion with the tiny plastic straws thinking many years passed me by and for a while I did not notice it. It is like waking up only to find out it's not 1996 but 2010. I'm pretty damn sure Iam not dreaming not to mention it feels more like a nightmare. I can see the marks the sun left on my face and the traces of the chemicals are more evident each day. I try to keep living each day like is the last one for many nights but things have change. Yesterday is here. Today is gone and tomorrow is not far away. I'm not afraid of what i do but I feel tired and worn. Disappoinment and no regrets feed my famished mind each day. My journal is full of empty pages ready for a thousand words. I'm not sorry for what i say or where I go. I'm going to travel and learn new things simply because this place is suffocating me. I'm not ready to be tamed. Being domesticated or sucking the dick of this cruel country is not an option either. I'm turning pages and opening cages. So thanks again to all my friends may be it's because of you I didn't noticed time passing me by. By the way, since time keeps playing tricks on me I can't promise a quick return. My next glimpse at my new life might end up being a stare. And when I start suffocating I will resurface for air. There is a better place. There must be.

I'm currently working on some new stories. So if you are wondering where's the new material? Well I'm slowly working on it,no pressure. I'm tired and worn and typing with one finger so relax and read some Norman Mailer or get a new tailor.
One thing I've learned in all these years is not to make love when you really don't feel it; there's probably nothing worse you can do to yourself than that.
Norman Mailer