All the profundity, none of the guilt!

My birthday parties: the goddamn best.

Jimmy's house + my people + Cale's people + the first-ever pseudo City of Industry (are we called that anymore?) show + a hell of an afterparty = it's good to be 23.

The following isn't strictly-speaking autobiographical, but let's say the thought process wasn't fully random and civil bureaucracy moves far too slowly in matters of legal dissolution. M'kay?

The Dark End of a Dead End
(words, music Cameron Ferguson)

You're an easy target in
The throes of opportunity
In a crowded kitchen, in
A throng of humanity --
In a haze of sweat and spirits,
Through the smoke and incense
Your objectives predetermined and
You'll spare no expense

It's a long evening when you
Think yourself alone so long
While you drift through rooms and dances
You pretend to know each song
You're not so buoyant that
You can't be so bored
Every word's the same stale breakbeat,
The same C power chord

[pre-chorus 1]
Out of your periphery, she
Looms up like the sunrise:
Oversized and
Underlined eyes;
Bracelets and
Brocade hair ties --
A smile as cool as sly

Engagement rules are never clear,
The consequences deadened
Lying in the wait-right-here
At the dark end of a dead end
The dark end of a dead end

She's a clear mark and she's
In the process of entrancing
You're moving to the exit,
Your gameplay is advancing --
Apartment entrances
This one seems so auspicious
The face-down picture frames
All portraits of ambitions

But she's quiet when you ask,
You decide to pay no mind --
What's the price it might exact,
What's the worst that you could find?
You're not so blind and
You can't be so blithe
You're having the time
Of someone else's life
Tonight

[prechorus 2]
Out of the corner of my eye,
It appears like a diagram:
One gold band on
One nightstand;
Twenty white knuckles on
Four red hands --
This wasn't in the plan

[ref.]

[bridge:]
So much for certain somethings,
One should be so sure
Watching the investment turn
Into investiture -
Storm the castle, boy
Throw the bodies in the moat -
What's that taste in my throat?
What's this taste in my throat?

[prechorus 3]
One night stand
One left-hand tan line;
One ring
Silence on the other line --
This wasn't in the design


>No clear decision to end on prechorus or a third refrain as yet. Will need to work out full guitar part.

Yeah, life is pretty awesome.