A miss is as good as a mile

Hey, you know how I'm like always getting ahead of myself? Weeeeeeeelllllllll...

Anyway, it was just one of those "what ELSE can go wrong?" days. I even got bad tinnitus from the recording session with Jake, and that was supposed to be the redeemer. This shit little town is starting to kill me, I think.

And with that, a set of old lyrics (summer 2008 batch) made new and relevant by both recent developments and my current NEED NEED NEED to get the fuck out of Norman for at least a few days. Emphasis on "optimism is the drug" etc.

Bad Boyfriend
(words, music Cameron Ferguson)

One of these summers I'll stop picking my battles,
Let my car drive me 'til the engine rattles dead
Don't know what I need to get off my mind,
Just that it's gonna drive me out of my head

Isn't it strange
When you're only a stranger to yourself?

I'm a bad boyfriend,
But a good human being --
Are you believing
What I'm saying is seeming true?
Does it come through clear to you?

The biggest problem with forgoing the motions:
Sets you riding low on the high-beams,
When you'd much rather hit the ground running
On four bald tires and a thinning head of steam

And it's a spare change
When your scenery changes your self

[ref]

{bridge}
And in my sleep, I can see your dreams -
In my sleep I can see your dreams -
In my sleep, I can see your dreams,
And I don't like what I see

One of these summers, I'll stop weighing my options --
Optimism is the drug that keeps me poor
Double-taking on all the captions --
I should really be taking in much more

You need free reign
When it comes to re-arranging yourself

[ref]

The Set, Nov. 24, 2008

1) Pagers in the Theater
2) Fuck Tha Parking Police
3) Internet Slang is FILTHY
4) Talk Drrrrty To Me

Good set, good crowd response. Derek Smith (hilarious in his own right) filmed me, and despite a blown speaker necessitating two a capella jokes, my set went DAMN WELL. Damn well enough, apparently, to win a certain someone in the audience back on my side. AWWW Right.

Life is pretty OK today.

The obligatory "lyrics I wrote commenting on life right now" post, 11/23/08 edition

Ambiguation: This may be about a specific person, or several people at once, or no real person. It may be currently relevant, recently rendered irrelevant, irrelevant a priori, or relevant only under future circumstances. It may be written in the literal first-person, the narrative first-person, or the reflexive second-person. It may be any combination of the preceding AT THE SAME TIME (*your mind is blown*). It may also cause cancer.

Out With It
(words, music Cameron Ferguson)

Who's the magnet, who's the metal?
The live wires, the dead letters
Coasting on dampened currents,
Blue sparks on silver platters --
Unspoken broken records
Spin out of shallow grooves,
Deeper than shallow sleep spent
Awaiting the first move

{pre-chorus}
I'm not saying I'm not saying -
I'm not saying, I'm just saying...

Trips on the tip of my tongue,
You're reading lips unclearly
Grips to the tip of my tongue -
Oh, but I think you hear me

In the grip of hesitation,
On the frontier of those fields
Those intermittent twitches,
Switches you turn by feel
Unstated, understood -
Never under sedation -
There's just a second needed
To lift the weight of expectation

{p-c}
[refrain]

{bridge}
Don't mistake me,
Don't lose it in the subtleties
You're reading lips like subtitles,
Reading a forest's worth of trees -
It's just exigence, not
Some ineloquent excuse -
Grips to the tip of my tongue,
But you can always pry it lose...

Who's the magnet, who's the metal
On the frontier of those fields?
Coasting on dampened currents,
Switched on to voltage-yields --
Unspoken token resistance
To that ecstatic shock
Can only hold out so long
When all we do is talk

{p-c}
[ref.]

Ah, to be young and optimistic and failure-prone and so wonderfully neurotic.

::edit:: My first ever anagrammed para-rhyme! Shit, my brain is doing Rubik's Cube things with words lately.